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"I don't know about this," I fretted, looking from my husband, who was gripping both my hands, to the ocean. "I'm just going to stay here and read."
"No," he said, giving my hands a tug. "You are going to learn to swim, Isabella."
"But . . ." I huffed. "I thought we'd start smaller, like the bathtub or something."
"The bathtub," he laughed. "Oh, you're just precious."
"Don't make fun of me," I whined, stomping my foot in the sand. From the front porch of the bungalow, I could hear Jasper and Edward laughing, which didn't make me want to leap into the ocean. "I can't, Carlisle. I just . . . I can't."
Stepping toward me, Carlisle brought his hands up to my face. "You can. I'm not going to let you get hurt. I promise."
"Fine, but if you let me drown, I'm going to be very upset, and you won't get sex from me for a month!"
Carlisle's mouth flopped open, but before he could say anything, the sound of Michael gagging drew our attention to where he and Tyler were getting slathered with sunscreen by Alice and Esme. "You two have sex?" he exclaimed. "That's nasty!"
"Do you even know what sex is?" Carlisle asked him, cocking an eyebrow.
Michael nodded. "That's how you make babies."
"You're having a baby!" Tyler squealed.
"No!" Carlisle and I yelled together.
"There is no baby," I half-snarled, causing everyone to look over at me. "Sorry, but I am not having a baby right now."
"It's okay," Alice giggled, standing up and rubbing her hands along her arms to get rid of the last of the sunblock she'd been rubbing into Tyler.
"Come on, Isabella," Carlisle said, grabbing my hands and pulling me toward the water. "No more stalling."
"But—"
"Go!" Everyone yelled, and I do mean everyone. Emmett and Rose, Esme and Alice, Jasper and Alice, the boys, all of them had screamed at me to stop being a chicken and get into the water.
With a sigh, I allowed my husband to lead me to the edge of the water, where we stood and let the water wash over our feet. He wrapped his arm around my waist, his fingers toying with the edge of my bikini bottoms, the new bikini he insisted I needed. Of course, it was smaller than I normally wore, but I couldn't fault my perverted husband for wanting to ogle his young, sexy wife as he put it.
"I can still go buy you a pair of arm floaties," Carlisle teased. I rolled my eyes. "Sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood."
"Well, you're not," I told him. "Are you sure we can't just start in the tub? We could be naked. We could do naked swimming."
"As tempting as that is," Carlisle stepped forward and turned toward me, "no. I learned to swim in this ocean, and, dammit, I'm going to teach you how to swim in it, too. Now, we're not going to go out very far. You'll be able to touch the bottom at all time. Just watch for the undercurrent."
"The what?" I asked, fearfully.
Carlisle smiled. "The undercurrent, from when the waves crash onto the shores. It can pull people's feet out from under them and carry them out deeper than they'd like, but as long as you're careful, you'll be fine."
"Oh, fuck that shit," I snarled, and turned to walk away, but Carlisle grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back into the water. "No, no, no, no!"
But my cries were masked when Carlisle fell back into the water, taking me under with him. I trashed around him, struggling to find my feet and trying not to inhale too much water. As I broke through the surface, I gasped and choked, dragging my hands over my face and pushing my hair back.
"You're okay, baby," Carlisle said, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me against him.
"Don't touch me," I snarled, pushing him away.
"Isabella," he said, slowly.
"I wasn't ready," I cried.
"I'm . . . I'm sorry," he muttered. "But, look, you're fine."
"No, I'm not," I argued, though I was okay.
"Yeah, you are," he chuckled.
"It's not funny," I grumbled.
Carlisle tried to keep from smiling, but he was unable to. "Look where you are, Isabella. You're in the water, and you're alive."
"Barely," I quipped.
"Isn't this fun, Momma?" Michael laughed jumping into the water next to me, splashing water up on me.
"A blast," I replied dryly.
He snickered, sounding much like his father, and swam over to where Jasper, Edward, and Emmett were taking turns tossing Tyler into the surf. I opened my mouth to stop them, but realized I was being silly. They wouldn't let anything happen to my sons.
"Okay, Isabella," Carlisle said, causing me to look back at him. "Now, in order to swim, you need to be able to float. So, why don't we give it a try?"
"You want me to float?" I asked, and he nodded. "On the water."
Carlisle smiled wider and nodded once more.
"You're insane," I mumbled. "Fine, whatever. How do I float?"
"Well, first, you want to lay back in the water. Relax your body, allow your arms and legs to move naturally."
Giving him a look of doubt, I tentatively laid back in the water, but as soon as my feet left the ocean floor, I started sinking below the water. "NO!" I screamed, scrambling back to my feet.
"Hey, you do have to try," Carlisle scoffed, placing his hand on the top of my back and down below my ass. "Try it again. I'm holding you up, so don't be scared."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I mumbled, but once again leaned back in the water.
"Relax, Isabella," he said. "You're tense and rigid."
"I am," I lied.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked, and I looked over at him. The sun was wrapped around him, his naked chest sprinkled with ocean water, and the few weeks since we'd lived in San Francisco had already caused him to get a delicious tan.
"With my life," I breathed.
"Then relax. Please."
Closing my eyes, I released a deep breath and tried to do as he asked. I could feel my arms and legs shifting along with the water, feel the sun warming my skin, and for the first time in weeks, I almost felt relaxed. There wasn't anyone here who could hurt me, who could take my family from me.
"Hmm, you're doing it," Carlisle said.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was standing almost a foot away from me with his hands on his hips. His hands, which were supposed to be holding me up in the water. Startled that I was floating on my own, I started flailing around like a fish caught out of water, which did nothing to keep me from sinking below the surface once more.
"Don't panic," Carlisle said, grabbing my arms and pulling me back up. My feet hit the floor of the bottom just as I felt something brush against my leg. My eyes flew open. "Isabella—"
Screaming, I turned and ran out of the ocean, falling into the sand and crawling until I felt Carlisle's arms wrap around me and he pulled me onto his lap. He was laughing, his eyes full of amusement.
"I'm not going back in there," I whimpered.
"Oh, come on," he scoffed.
"Something swam into my leg," I gritted.
"The fish don't come that close to the shore, not with all the noise we're making," he argued. "It was probably just some seaweed."
"That's not any better!" I exclaimed, and when he started to argue with me, I placed my hand over his mouth. "I'm not saying that I will never try again, but I'm done for today. Please, don't push me."
"Okay," he said. "But you did good. You were floating like a star, baby."
"Thanks," I murmured.
"I think I'm going to paddle out and see if I can catch a wave or two. You'll be okay?" he asked.
I nodded. "Catch one for me, okay?"
"You got it, babe." Carlisle leaned in and kissed me before sliding me back into the sand and scrambling to his feet. He rushed back over to the bungalow and picked up his board, which he had spent a solid hour that morning waxing, and carried it out to the water. Pausing on the shoreline, he turned back to me and winked before running out into the water, climbing onto his board, and paddling out until I could barely see him.
"I thought you were learning to swim." At the sound of my father-in-laws voice, I looked over to see him, Sasha, and Eleazar walking toward me, their arms full of coolers. I scrambled to my feet and tried to take one from Sasha, who shooed me away.
"I've got it," she chirped. "Now, why aren't you in the water with everyone else?"
"Um," I paused and looked back out at Carlisle, who was still waiting for a wave, "you know how it is."
"No, how exactly is it?" Peter asked, cocking an eyebrow at me just like Carlisle did when I amused him. "You gave up, didn't you?"
I bit my lip. "Just for today."
"Bella," he groaned.
"I know, I know," I muttered. "But look at him." I gestured toward Carlisle, who'd finally captured a wave and was riding it in. "He's having fun."
"Using my son's happiness as your excise. Have you no shame?" Peter teased.
"No," I said with a smile.
Peter shook his head as he placed his coolers next to the ones Sasha and Eleazar carried. He whipped off his shirt, grabbed his own surf board, and took off toward the water. Eleazar whisked Sasha toward where the boys were swimming, so I grabbed my towel and book, and found a place in the shade where I could watch everyone, but not get sunburned.
Though I intended to lose myself to my book, I couldn't keep my eyes off Carlisle. He and Peter spent most of the afternoon catching one wave after another. I was thrilled they were able to put their differences behind them, but a part of me — a selfish part — envied them. My father had been stolen from me by an armed robber, and my mother robbed me of a life with her after setting our house on fire.
"I do not know where those sweet boys get all that energy," Sasha laughed as she sat next to me. "If I could bottle it, I'd be a rich woman."
"Tell me about it," I murmured. "From sun up to sun down."
Tyler walked over to me and plopped down in my lap. He was soaked, and covered in sand. "Momma, I'm hungry."
"Me, too," I said. "But if we want to eat, then we need a fire. Why don't you go tell Edward and Jasper that they're in charge of that?"
"Okay," he groaned, but dragged himself off my lap and ran over to Edward, leaping onto his back.
"You're a good mother, sweetheart," Sasha said before standing up.
"Thank you," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks turn bright warm.
—TW—
An hour later, everyone had left the water and were gathered around the fire pit, roasting their hotdogs on long, metal hangers. The sun had just set, leaving a dull orange glow over the water. The temperature had dropped significantly, so we'd all changed into sweat pants and hoodies. The boys were perched up on either side of Peter, who was teaching them the perfect method to burning their hotdogs.
"Carlisle, did you not grab our chairs from the trunk?" I asked, looking around for the two camp chairs I'd placed in the trunk of his car that morning.
"Oh, no, I forgot," he said, smiling innocently. "I'll go get them."
"No, I'll do it," I grumbled, pretending to be angry as I started up the beach to the parking lot just outside of the diner. However, I'd just started up the path to the car when a pair of arms wrapped around me, startling me. "Ahh!"
"Shh, it's me," Carlisle whispered, lowering his lips to my neck. "You're gonna scare the fish with that screaming."
"Don't sneak up on me then," I groused, turning in his arms and placing my hands on his chest. "Why are you following me?"
"Do I need a reason to follow my wife?" he asked.
I smiled. "No."
Carlisle slid his hands to my hips and pulled me into the brush, pressing me against a tree. His hands dipped into my pants, causing me to gasp.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"If you need to ask that, I've not been doing my job as your husband," he chuckled, sliding my pants and bikini bottoms to my feet. "I've wanted to be inside of you all day."
"Yeah?" I cooed, smiling as he pulled the zipper down on my jacket, exposing my nearly bare body. All I had on was the tiny bikini top.
"Mmhmm," he hummed, reaching behind me and unclasping my top, letting it fall to the ground next to rest of my clothes. Carlisle dropped to his knees in front of me, placing his hands on my thighs. He lifted one of my legs up onto his shoulder, leaving me wide open in front of him. Carlisle leaned in, snaking his tongue out and giving my pussy a long lick. "Delicious."
"Lover, please," I begged, tangling my fingers in his hair.
Carlisle tightened his grip on my tight as he attacked me with vigor, licking and lapping at every inch of my pussy. I bit my lip, trying to keep from screaming like a porn star, but the man had a magic tongue and knew exactly how to manipulate my body. As he moved his tongue to my clit, flicking it and sucking it between his teeth, my orgasm which had already been tittering on the edge washed over me.
In an instant, Carlisle was on his feet. He turned me so that my back was toward him. He grabbed my hips, and I heard his own pants fall to his feet just moments before he was inside me. This time, I was unable to keep from crying out.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," he groaned, setting a fast and furious pace, filling me over and over. "God, you're sexy."
"Harder," I begged, bracing myself against the tree. "Please."
Carlisle groaned before somehow increasing the force of his thrusts. He slid his hand up my back, grabbing the back of my head and pulling it back just as I saw a flash of light.
"What the fuck was that?" I snapped, pushing him off me and grabbing for my clothes.
"I don't know," he replied, pulling his pants back up and looking around. Once I had my clothes on, we set back out for the car, but when we got there, I felt my heart seize up in my chest. Taped to the window on the passenger side of our car was a Polaroid photo of Carlisle fucking me. Written across the bottom was, "I always knew you were a whore."
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