Crosshairs
Chapter Twenty-Five – Ride
Rosalie and Emmett were hot on Edward and Isabella's heels as they exited the front door. "You're lucky I was watching from the security office, or else I would've kicked your ass, B." Rosalie's threat came with a smile.
Emmett grunted in what seemed to be agreement. "Dad is not going to like how you two reacted in there. You're lucky Mom would shoot him if he tried to teach you two a lesson in respect."
"He doesn't have my respect at the moment," Isabella hissed, leveling Emmett a look that made him step back. "We're going back to his place. Follow us if you must, but we're going in the town car, alone."
She didn't wait for a reply, slipping into one of three cars waiting out front. It was a good thing security was ready for a quick escape. Edward, still vibrating with anger due to everything they had learned in the last few days, simply followed Isabella's example after choosing a driver from the four waiting instructions. "Pick out another car and vehicle, and do not attempt to shake the security team assigned to you, Emmett."
Emmett wanted to argue, but Edward didn't wait for him to state his case. It would be futile if Isabella and Charlie's security measures were already in place; his little brother wouldn't be able to escape them.
The moment Edward sat back in the car, Isabella handed him a drink and put up the privacy glass between them and the driver. She didn't waste any time with words, just pulled up her skirt and straddled his lap.
"How did you know this is what I needed?" His hands caressed her thighs before his fingers curved over her ass.
"Instinct, and because I need a distraction before I send a crew to take out our parents."
Edward had to pull back and look at her, to see if she was serious. The dark look in her eyes said it all. "Am I the only reason you haven't?"
She shook her head no, her fingers nimble on the buttons of his shirt. "We don't have all the answers, and the ones I need would be from your father. My dad can't be present when I get them."
He didn't have to ask what answers she needed, but he knew it had to do with his uncle, who had been there the night her mother died. His father had protected the bastard who helped orchestrate his kidnapping long enough, and Isabella would have none of it anymore.
What did her father getting those answers mean, though?
"If my dad finds out before I do, he may get to your uncle first, bent on revenge and with no finesse. Likely, without your father's permission to kill the asshole. Your father would be expected to turn on me and my father for such betrayal of the family. It would be the only way to make him not look weak to other organizations. If I get to your uncle first, I'll make it look like an accident, with or without your father's permission. He would know it was me, but staging it as an accident would mean revenge isn't necessary."
"I'll arrange for us to see Carlisle later, but until then, why don't you ride me as your life depends on it."
She smacked her lips against his and whispered, "Ride or die, baby. I like the way you think."
Her warm hands spread open his shirt to find hot, bare skin underneath. She hummed in appreciation, her fingertips tracing each of the defined muscles along his chest and abdomen.
Edward gathered all of her hair in a loose ponytail in one of his hands, pulling until he had full access to her neck. His lips traveled from shoulder to shoulder, his other hand helping her shove away her blouse and jacket until it bunched up around her waist, trapping her arms against her sides. Leaving her tits exposed, the dark tips hard and waiting for more of his touch.
"I think we need to explore this side of our relationship more," Edward murmured, his tongue teasing one of her nipples. He made quick work of her panties, shoving them aside to slip two fingers inside her.
She moaned and rolled her hips, doing nothing to escape the binding of her clothing. They knew she could escape with ease; however, she wanted to explore this area more, too. She had trusted no one enough to try such things in the bedroom; her past made it a hard limit. Her head turned toward the dark glass separating them from the driver.
"Don't worry about him; he can't see or hear us." Edward's tongue circled her nipple and grazed his teeth over the tender tip. "Do you honestly think I'd allow him to listen to you beg for my cock, hear your delicious little moans and whimpers and let him live?"
She shook her head. "He's going to know, though."
"It doesn't matter. If he talks shit, I'll let you cut out his tongue, if he does."
She tried to smile, but her eyes rolled closed instead as she groaned, his fingers hitting a little harder than before. "Do we have time?"
Edward chuckled. "We're stuck in traffic; we have time. Clearly, I need to work a little harder to stop you from fucking talking."
Isabella stilled as the roughness of his words registered and reminded her of their first time together when she asked him to fuck the words out of her. He succeeded all night.
She pressed her breasts against his chest, her teeth gently biting his chin. "You want the ride of your fucking life, work for it. I'm all tied up at the moment."
Edward's responding glare made her squirm on his lap, giving him enough space to slip out his cock to tease her with it. He held her firmly, moving his two fingers still deep inside her.
She cursed him for it, her lips and tongue exploring the sharp angle of his jawline. "I'm still talking," she taunted him.
He wanted to steal her breath and try something again. His fingers wrapped around her throat. Her eyes rolled, and he loved the choked whimper. "Look at you, all trussed up for my pleasure, nearly begging for my dick."
She moaned his name, her eyes flashing open to reveal a darker gaze. Lust and desire gave them a glazed appearance, almost as if drunk with it. "Don't you dare make me wait for it."
He smirked, and her eyes narrowed. "A little delayed gratification never hurt anyone."
His Isabella stilled her hips and grabbed his throat, freeing one arm in an instant. "You're right, let's see who holds out the longest."
His fingers tightened around her throat as his hand between her thighs redoubled his efforts. She kept her eyes on him, her moans raspy because of his hold on her, as she rode his fingers. Her jacket fell away as her free hand shoved the fly of his slacks apart farther, to grasp hold of his cock.
The fingers around his throat made his groan sound inhuman, earning a little of her laughter. She was enjoying it.
Not one to be overshadowed, he added a third finger inside her. He smiled when her chuckle morphed to another moan.
They stayed this way for several minutes, always slowing their strokes when their bodies threatened to slip off the edge. Despite the hold on his throat, Edward decided to up his game by lavishing her neck, shoulders, and nipples with not so tender sucks and bites.
"You haven't said a word in a while, must be working." He brushed the shell of her ear and nibbled on the lobe.
"No, just lost in thought."
He pulled back and glared at her, not missing the taunt that shaped her smile. "Lost in thought, I want you fucking mindless." He pushed her off his lap and under him, taking her by surprise. She looked at him with fire in her eyes and didn't miss how tight her fingers had gotten around his throat.
His pushed his pants and briefs farther down, and lifted one of her knees into the crook of his elbow, and slammed inside her in a single thrust.
Her fingers tightened around his throat, but so did her pussy around his dick.
"Choke me all you want, Isabella. I'll return the favor later, but with my cock." He watched with triumph as she cried out and her thighs gripped his hips hard. Relentless in his pursuit to make her speechless, he pounded inside her, until her body shook with unrestrained pleasure.
"That's it, love, take all I give you." He pulled her knee higher, until her calf rested on his shoulder. Setting one of his feet on the floor, his thrusts became harder, faster, and deeper.
Her head thrashed from side to side, but her hips met every one of his thrusts. The hold around his throat remained, increasing in strength in small increments. She was showing him what she liked. Keeping one arm beside her head, he used the other to mimic what she was doing to him.
His eyes rolled back; the lack of air made him lightheaded. It increased the fire shooting up his spine, made him more aware of her touch, and every inch of his skin against hers more sensitized. He wished they had less fabric between them.
"Ed-Edward." She writhed and held his gaze. "Harder."
His muttered profanities made her smile, but that was soon lost when she shattered, his hand tightening, her thighs quivering around him. He thrust and thrust until he saw stars, the fringe of his vision darkening. Gasping for air as her hand fell away. He came with a deep groan that made his voice sound raw.
Unable to keep himself up, he settled against Isabella's chest, waiting for her to come around. Not a first, her losing consciousness for a few seconds after sex. He felt her fingernails scrape gently through his hair after a few deep breaths.
"The car stopped several minutes ago and Emmett is literally standing outside the door."
"Fuck," he muttered, and looked up at her, barely capable of keeping his eyes open.
She cocked a slim eyebrow and smiled. "We match." Her fingers skimmed over the light bruising from his fingers.
Did she mean he had some, too?
The idea made him twitch. Interesting, he never thought he'd enjoy that, but with his Isabella, he was willing to explore more. For now, they held their heads up high as they exited the car after taking another ten minutes to recover.
There was no walk of shame, but Isabella walked a little funny. She slapped a hand against his chest as they entered his building with a smirk. "You're so proud of yourself."
He pulled her hand to his mouth and bit a finger. "I intend to be quite proud of myself all night. I'm banning clothes for the next two days."
Emmett rolled his eyes from the other side of the elevator as they entered. "I'm moving from the guest room next to yours to the one next to Rosalie."
Rosalie pointed a finger at him, glaring. "The hell you are."
Edward and Isabella didn't bother to listen to them argue anymore. He traced the mark of bruises he created and watched her shiver. She looked up at him with love and lust in her eyes, and he decided he intended to ask her to marry him in private. There was no way he'd share that look with anyone else.
AN: Thanks to Midnight Cougar for the help with the chapter, any mistakes are mine or Words. Lol, I know the chapter is shorter than usual, but this is what's working for me. Life is crazy busy and in less than ten days, we're moving our girls to their college, and with so little work at the moment, we're using every second to find ways to get some cash for the move. Why is gas so expensive? Anyway, thanks for reading!
