Chapter 9
Fried Ears
E-POV
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The expression fucked if you do and fucked if you don't…that pretty much sums this up.
Standing here, on the patio I must have smoked at least half a pack of cigarettes while weighing out the pros and cons of what I was planning to do. Fuck, I've been out here for…well, what seems like fucking hours now and I still don't have a fucking clue. My hand squeezes my temples willing the god damned answer to just fucking come already.
My adrenaline has kicked into overdrive and I can't help but pace back and forth. I keep this up and pretty soon there'll be a deep fucking trench worn into the deck. My eyes catch my reflection in the patio door and I look every bit as exhausted as I fucking feel.
People look to me for solutions – that's my job. My head shakes in irritation – this shouldn't be so fucking hard. The fact that I have spent less time putting out a hit order isn't lost on me. Shit – that was fucking easy. Black and white. Black and white I could control.
Never in my fucking life have I not had control.
Never in my fucking life have I given two shits about other people.
Never. Not until this fucking moment right here.
When did my life get so fucking complicated?
It's the in between black and white – the fucking gray that causes complications. Complications that come in varying degrees.
Gray is a wildcard; the card that, in my business, either lands you in jail or in a fucking hole, six feet deep. Either way you're fucked. Gray doesn't even give you a 50/50 shot. It has too many variables to calculate your odds. And even if you could calculate them – those odds won't be in your favor.
In my world I don't take the added risks. I'm not blinded by fucking greed. That'll only get you so far; as far as six feet under. That thought barely passes and I find myself laughing out loud like some kind of fucking lunatic. That thought alone and all the sudden its crystal fucking clear.
I am fucking greedy. I am a greedy fucking bastard.
From the first time I walked into that café and she literally stumbled into my arms dropping a tray filled with some kind of little cookies all over the floor…the blush…the plump bottom lip she kept sucking on…that fucking ass –that cherry sweet ass. Just picturing that ass has my teeth biting into my fist to stifle my groan. Shit! I have to stop that line of thought right there.
I was fucking greedy enough to want her.
I was fucking greedy enough to have her. And sweet fucking Christ after having her there was no way I was going to give her up. That tight little body lit me on fire and had my dick begging for more.
And now I am fucking greedy enough to fucking keep her.
Flipping the lid to my cigarette pack open, I look down to see that I am going to seriously need a lung transplant before morning if I keep this shit up.
Letting out a breath, I walk back inside making sure to lock the door behind me and head back for my bedroom. Trying not to wake her, I slide my tired ass back in bed and watch her sleep. Her cheeks are still pink, almost glowing from fucking and her hair is a wild and knotted mess spread down her shoulder and over the pillow. I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear and run my finger down her cheek to her pink lips – noticing that they're still swollen from my mouth's assault. I absently watch my index finger trace her bottom lip – the one she loves to torture me with. Jesus, what those lips and hot little mouth can do! Who the fuck knew that my shy little kitten knew how to rock my fucking world?
My shy little kitten. Mine. Mother fucking mine.
My hand slides up her shoulder and my thumb gently rubs over the mark I left on her soft skin.
Her eyes flutter before popping open and before I know it two wide eyes are looking back at me. The room is pitch dark, but the light coming in from the moon reflects the sparkle in her eyes. The sparkle that I put there.
"Hey," she whispers looking down, maybe at the blanket, maybe at the space in between us, I don't fucking know. I just know she's not looking at me and I don't fucking like it.
Grasping her chin and leaning low to catch her eyes, I reply 'hey' back. She pulls back slightly but looks up to meet my eyes with a hesitant smile before dropping them again to watch her fingers fiddle with the edge of the pillow. What the fuck?
Her aloofness confuses me. I watch her hands fidgeting around and it dawns on me. This is something she does when she's nervous. She's got nothing to be nervous about so I still her hand and pull her closer to me, leaving a kiss on her forehead. Feeling her naked body relax and mold into mine was pure fucking heaven.
"You feel so fucking good like this." My hands have a mind of their own and they run up and down her every curve, pulling her harder to me.
Her cheek nuzzles against my chest as she wraps her arm around me. "Have you been up long?"
With a shrug, I answer noncommittally, "For a while now." Truth was I've been up for a long fucking while now. Too long.
"Oh. Can't you sleep?"
I let out a breath, not really ready for this talk but determined to get it over with. "No. Not really."
She picks her head up and looks at me with a big fucking grin. I'm beginning to read Bella a little bit better and I know this grin. She's up to something. "What?"
She plants a quick wet kiss on my chest and pats my side, "Roll over."
"What?" I ask again.
She just rolls her eyes and gives my side another push. "Come on…just roll over."
"Why?" Call it habit, call it precaution and defense, call it whatever the fuck you want but it goes against my better instincts to turn my back to someone during a conversation.
"Don't be like that –"
"Bella-" I warn.
"Edward…you seem I don't know ….tense. I just want to help. Now roll over!" She has a playful look in her eyes as she waits. I remind myself that this is Bella and I doubt she'd put a shank in me. Although, after this conversation…you never know.
I release an annoyed breath of air roll over on my stomach.
"Want to share?" There's a fucking loaded question. Do I want to do this? Fuck no. But for once I need to be a stand-up guy and do what's right.
"Yes and no."
Her legs straddle my hips. "I didn't mean to pry…I just thought – well sometimes it's easier to-"
"No, I didn't mean it like that. Look, I want to -"
The moment her hands make contact with my tightened muscles I feel my eyes roll back in ecstasy. Her warm hands gliding and pressing along my shoulders make it impossible to concentrate on my thoughts and my words are quickly replaced with a groan of pure fucking pleasure.
Fuck, I have to remember to thank her friend for showing her how to do this. I make a mental note to maybe send her a crop of flowers or a bushel of chocolates or maybe just send her out to pick out whatever it is she likes – fuck I don't know I can't even fucking think right now. Jesus! This feels so fucking good.
Her small hands move lower down my back, working out the tension that's been building and it feels so fucking good. Too fucking good. My body is like putty under her hands and as much as I want her to keep going I know that I have to get this over with and I sure as fuck can't with her hands on me like this and my face buried in the pillow.
I reach behind me and grab her hand but she shakes me off.
"Bella stop."
She drops her hands to my waist, "What's wrong?"
"Baby, I need you to stop. I want to talk to you – " I turn my body so I can see her and her hand slowly slides up my side. She's perched on my hip with a look of confusion or maybe fucking worry in her dark eyes and that fucking kills me. I take her hand off me and kiss it before holding it in my hand and rolling so my back is flat. "I can't…I need you to stop. This is important and –" I rake my hands through my hair trying to find the words that I need for this but all that registers is the heat from her bare fucking pussy over my lower stomach.
Jesus Christ! My reaction to her, like always, is instant and as much as I'd be down for another go around, now is just not the time. My right hand rubs over my chest. There's a faint tugging in my chest. One that I can't seem to place the instant I realize there may not be another go around.
She may just walk away.
While my dick is begging to just say, 'fuck it - we'll talk later', another part of me knows that I have to come clean first. Be a fucking stand-up guy and do the right fucking thing. "Fuck! Could you just…maybe…" I grab her hips and pull her off to the side as I move to sit up. She understands what I can't seem to say and slowly slides over on her side of the bed and pulls my t-shirt back on.
While I prefer Bella naked I don't need the distraction right now and I find that I am thankful that body that seems to be made for my sin is covered up. She is just too fucking tempting for her own good.
She sits stiffly, legs crossed watching me closely; her back and shoulders are rigid with the tension that seems to have completely taken over the room.
"Edward, I-"
I immediately cut her off. This is hard enough and I just want to get it the fuck over with already.
If she walks out…well then…I'll cross that bridge when I have to.
I sit across from her, mirroring her own cross legged position, and lean toward her to look her in the eyes. She needs to understand the seriousness of this. "There's something I need to tell you about myself and I'd really appreciate it if you'd just let me finish before saying anything."
Her dark eyes are still laced with worry as they move across my face, studying my expression and I can't help but reach out for her hand. I don't know if it's to reassure her or if at this point it's just for my own piece of mind.
"It's bad isn't it?" She pulls her hand back and my own clenches into a fist immediately missing the warmth and calm she provides but I give her the space. She doesn't let me respond before continuing to stutter out a bunch of half sentences that don't even make sense. "Oh, God this… you don't want…We don't have to…I mean if this isn't-" She looks up at me through her eye lashes and I can see the tears building up. She doesn't finish what she's started to say as she begins to slide off the bed. "Look, I should just go."
For a minute I think maybe its best. I should just let her go. She really doesn't need to be a part of my fucked up life but that nagging in my chest returns.
I should let her go but I won't.
Greed wins out as I reach for her arm. "Fuck! Bella, it's not like that for Christ's sake. Could you just listen and not put words in my mouth?" She flinches back and I immediately regret my harsh tone. This time I get my patience in check and try again, "Just listen, ok? Then we'll see what happens. Can you just…can you do that for me?"
She releases a shaky breath before hesitantly agreeing to listen. "Ok."
"I know you have questions about me. I can answer some….some I just won't be able to. Not now and not ever."
I pause to gage her reaction. While I asked for her silence, for some reason I'm finding it very unsettling. She nods, indicating I should continue. I inhale deeply wondering how much I should actually tell her. I don't want to scare her – but fuck she needs to know. Telling her I've been everything from a drug runner to a hit man and have done all kinds of shit in between is not going to happen for two reasons. One – I am bound by my oath to silence. Even if I wanted to tell her, I couldn't. Two – she just doesn't need to hear that kind of shit. I decide to go for a more watered down version. I figure it's kind of like watered down booze. You don't get hit with the full effect but you get enough to get the idea.
"Think about it. I think you might already have some idea. I know you wonder how it is a room full of people with reservations can't seem to get a table and yet I'm able to walk in without one and never mind just getting seated but also have them setting up additional tables? Or a parking lot so filled with cars they need to double park…yet mine is waiting at the door before I ever even exit?"
"So…what are you trying to tell me? What are you saying, Edward?"
"I'm a businessman…of sorts. On paper I graduated with a business degree. Legally, I own Club 240 and a few dive bars. I own this house, the boat and the escalade. The rest, the parts that aren't on paper, it's a life I was born into. I'm still a businessman. I have ..." I pause and shake my head wondering what term would be best to use. "…you could say employees that I delegate jobs to. Part of their job is to collect money for services. Money that goes to me. Unlike a bill collector I don't send late notices for delinquent payments. People pay their respects to me. They pay me respect because I own these fucking streets, Bella. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?"
Her eyes never left mine and they remain just as wide as she slowly nods. "I think I understand."
Her naivety is both sexy and fucking frustrating as hell. My eyes harden, locking her innocent eyes in place to drive my point home. She pulls back as I lean towards her. "Just so you're clear…I am your worst nightmare come to life. I am a deadly predator Bella. People respect me, yes. But they also fear me….and it's not without cause."
I pull back and watch her expression…like always it leaves me fucking clueless. Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine as she chews on the inside of her cheek. The wheels are turning in that pretty little head but she gives nothing away.
"I need you to understand, Bella this is not something I can walk away from. This is my life….who I am."
She considers my words before responding, "Why are you telling me this now?"
"You need to know what I am. What I'm capable of. You need to think hard about that, Bella. I won't lie to you but you need to know that there will be things I have to do, things that I won't be able to talk about with you. You need to think about it and decide what you want to do. Decide what's best for you…you and the baby…Adrianna. If this is a deal breaker than…know that I won't interfere with your life. I'll let you be…just-" I look at her begging her with my eyes to understand. "… you need to decide."
Her eyes flashed with a darkness that I could only assume was anger as she bit out the one question I couldn't answer. "So I'm guessing your gun is used for more than a decorative purpose?"
Before I could say anything she held her fingers to my lips and slowly shook her head. I assume that's Bella's polite way of telling me to 'shut the fuck up'…so I just remained silent. I didn't have any words any way. Although her question was more like a statement or observation, it wasn't like I was gonna confirm it and I won't lie to her by denying it either. Some things are just best left unsaid. I'm sure she knew the answer any way.
Her eyes held questions, more questions that I knew I wouldn't be able to answer and I could see the silent war that filtered in her mind. It's the same war that's been raging in my head for the better part of this night.
Her hand slid back to her side with the release of a long breath. "I just…um…I think I need some air. Do you mind if I just…um step out for a minute."
Time I could give her. This was a lot to process and I know she has more to consider than just herself.
"Take all the time you need. My office is to the left of the kitchen, if you need me."
She kept her head down as she nodded and I watched as she pulled on my boxers. If this situation wasn't so fucked I probably would have chuckled at the ridiculous amount of times she rolled them at the waist. I'm not sure why she even bothered because by the time she was finished rolling them up you couldn't even tell she had them on…well except for the odd lump that circled around her waist. Jesus, she's so fucking cute!
For some reason seeing her wear my clothes gave me a little peace of mind. It may be nothing more than false hope but it's all I got. It's better than nothing and I'll take it. Neither one of us broke the silence and I sat still, with a calm I didn't feel as she turned and walked out of my bedroom. She closed the door behind her and with that quiet click, I fought every god damned instinct to follow her and pull her back into my arms.
I didn't lie. If she walked away from this I wouldn't interfere with her life. I'd let her go. But I'd make damn sure that fucking Mancini wasn't interfering with it either.
This has to be her decision. Her choice.
With only the soft light of the desk lamp on I fall back in my chair and prop my tired fucking head up in my hands. The house is quiet. Too fucking quiet. Really that's not unusual but tonight it's different. It's not peaceful or relaxing and I'm pretty sure this kind of silence could drive a man over the edge…right to the brink of insanity.
I've been sitting at my desk for almost an hour waiting. Just fucking waiting. My mind, my body…fuck every part of me was so restless. Hundreds of thoughts circled in my head but I couldn't focus on a single fucking thing. So I just sit here in silence and wait. Waited for her to decide if she still wanted me despite the fucking monster that she now knows I am. I wouldn't blame her if she gave me my walking papers. I was a dick for not telling her sooner. But really that's no fucking surprise. Not that it's an excuse but I think we've already established I'm a greedy bastard.
If she chooses to leave – so be it. It's not like I can stop her. Maybe with her out of my life I could actually focus on shit that needs to get done. Shit that I've been neglecting and pawning off on Jake. Maybe I just needed to get her out of my system? Christ knows it's been too fucking long; maybe a night of hard fucking was all I needed to get my shit together? Burn off some steam. This could be a good thing. We had our fun but now it's time to part ways. She goes back to her world and I finally return out of fucking limbo and get my ass back to work.
My mind tossed these thoughts around over and over. I ignored that fucking tug in my chest and let myself accept the fact that she was checking out.
The knock on the door was so faint it hardly registered. I cleared my voice before telling her to come in and watched with something I'd have to call desperation as she closed the gap between us. Her face was a mask and didn't give away anything she was thinking or feeling. It seemed like the minutes ticked away endlessly before she cleared the ten feet of space between us.
She made her way to me and I widened my legs and stretched open my arms, hoping she would accept my invitation to come closer. When she did, I didn't hesitate to grab her hips to bring her even closer and let my heavy head fall to her flat stomach. She said nothing so I took advantage of her silence and let myself get lost in her scent.
Her nearness, her scent…I don't fucking know what it is… but the minute she stepped into my arms the restlessness ceased. The tiny fucking tugs in my chest stopped. Her fingers ran through my hair sending tingles across my scalp. Her touch was soft and soothing as her fingers wove their way through the fucking mess on my head. Bringing herself closer and hugging me to her small frame, she let her head rest over mine, her shallow breaths ghosting over my cheek. Her voice wasn't more than a whisper, "I don't want to let go."
With my face still pressed against her I let my eyes close, silently willing those six fucking words to be true. I squeezed her tighter before answering; whispering back those same words. "I don't want you to let go."
It's not lost on me that she said, 'she didn't want to let go' not that she wasn't going to let go.
She let me pull her into my lap but remained silent as she traced small shapes and patterns on my chest.
"Will you listen to me now…without interrupting?"
I felt a great big 'but' was coming and all I could do was nod and wait for the other fucking shoe to drop.
"You think you're my worst nightmare come to life…but you're not even close. Demons don't always lurk in the shadows. Some come out during the day, smiling at everyone they pass and waiting out in the open for opportunity. Opportunity to just destroy. Destroy everything good in life."
I scoff at her words. I get that with her cryptic language she's indirectly talking about Mancini but I'm not so sure I don't fit her 'demon' description. While he's one sick and twisted fuck…the kind of demented bastard that has more than earned a special spot in hell, perched right on Satan's burning barbed cock, I'm no fucking saint and there's zero fucking doubt that there's a choice spot somewhere down there with my name on it too. Still I make no mention of this and just listen like she asked.
"You say people fear you…and that may be, but I don't." My mouth opened to object but her fingers landed on my lips again. "Don't tell me I'm wrong because I know what fear is, Edward. It has been my life for the last four fucking years. With you…there is no fear. I feel…" She shrugs and looks to my chest before finishing her words. "… safe with you. "
Fear is a powerful thing.
Out on the street, fear is the most powerful emotion you can invoke when seeking control. A little homework and you find what a person fears most. People are afraid of many things – their family's safety, personal safety, money, assets, the lists go on and on; they all however are afraid to face the threats that create those fears. It doesn't matter you can try to divert and avoid your fears by running, but in the end IT still has the control. People are driven by fear and in the end it's fear that will govern their decisions.
Bella is smart and I can't wrap my head around how she thinks she feels safe here. Big red warning bells should be going off in that pretty little head of hers and every fiber in her being should be screaming at her to walk out that fucking door and not look back.
I am at a complete loss here.
The possibility that her actions could be driven by her own fears crosses my mind. She doesn't have to say it; I can see the fear in her eyes when she's out. The way she almost obsessively clenches her hands, the way she tenses every time a stranger on the street brushes past her, the way her eyes dart nervously around all the while trying to smile and seem completely at peace.
Taking on Mancini can't be taken lightly – yet I know its fucking inevitable. That piece of shit seems to have crawled back into his hole for the time being but I'm not stupid enough to think he's finished. I know the game. Biding your time and waiting for opportunity. I know that game and I play it fucking well. The day that I introduce myself, it won't be for a little chat. The day that I have to seek this mother fucker out is the day he takes his last fucking breath.
If it's her fear of Mancini that has her running…
She needs to know that she doesn't have to stay with me for protection.
"I'd never hurt you, Bella. And I need you to know that if you walked away, I'd still keep you safe."
"That's just it – you don't even have to say it. It's not something I can explain…but I know, deep down I know you'd never hurt me. I don't know where this will go…I just know that I'm not letting go. With the exception of Adrianna, I haven't made the best decisions in the past and I've pretty much fucked my life up so far. I don't know where I'm going. I don't know how I'm going to do it. I don't know why I can't walk out that door. All I know is I want to be right here. That's it. That's all I got."
I quirk my eyebrow at her finding it hard to believe that's all she could come up with.
My mind tried to analyze her words; tried to put up the fight she refused to give for herself but in the end all that registered was the flimsy material keeping me from that hot pussy that was perched against my dick. I could feel the heat emanating off her in waves; quickly washing away any thoughts I might have had.
Her pointer finger traced along my arm; following the lines of my bicep before flattening her hand and running it up to my bare shoulder as she blew out a long breath she had been holding. "That's everything."
Her touch, her nearness and fucking heat ignited a familiar flame that began to slowly burn. It's impossible to keep my hands off of her and I don't even bother to try any more. It seems I constantly need to touch her, feel every part of her.
Her attention moved from my chest to my eyes when I grabbed her chin, "Hey, come here."
My hand wrapped around her long tangled hair and pulled down so my mouth could reach hers; gently ghosting over hers and barely grazing before softly kissing her mouth. My tongue traced over my favorite lip, tasting the innocence that is just Bella and I felt my dick beginning to wake up.
She has me groaning, fucking begging for more when her mouth sucks at my bottom lip, pulling me into her mouth all the while stroking and tasting with her tongue. That mouth sends sparks shooting, electrically piercing every part of my body. The need for her is just fucking unrelenting and my mouth begins to urgently move over hers, claiming what's mine.
Mother fucking mine.
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she pulled herself closer, meeting my devouring mouth with the same need and fierceness. Moaning into my mouth, her tongue challenged mine for dominance; darting and swirling against the heat of our breaths. My mouth eagerly worked over hers, swallowing her every moan and gasp. The struggle for dominance continued…her hands fisted my hair, yanking and pulling in her wake for control while my hand grasped her cheek to still her movements against my mouth's assault.
Unable to take my mouth off of her, I lifted her hair and kissed down her neck while adjusting her body so her back was flush against my chest. My hands slid under her shirt, along her flat stomach, exploring her silky skin before working up and tracing circles around her hardened nipples. Bella's heart was hammering against my hand, her chest heaving against the material of the tee shirt she wore. Her moans and murmurs sent a searing heat through my body making my dick swell against her soft curves.
She leaned forward and rid herself of that fucking tee shirt then leaned back against my chest. Hastily, my mouth latched on to her exposed shoulder and my hands explored and cupped her tits while my thumbs gently stroked and rolled each nipple. My mouth kissed up her neck and sucked on her ear lobe as I watched her nipples further harden under my touch, adding to my dick's agony as it mother fucking wept in its confines.
My own breathing was heavy as I whispered against her ear, "Put your feet up on my desk and spread your legs for me, baby." My mouth left kisses along her jaw as she complied and I kneaded the flesh of her hips before watching my hand slide beneath the boxers she still wore.
My hand traveled further down, passing over her mound before sliding back up, feeling her pussy opening for me, my middle finger pressed down and slid between her folds.
Her breathing hitched as my finger slipped between her folds, stroking at her unbelievable wetness. My thumb circled her clit before teasing her entrance. Pussy so soaked, my fingers slipped in her with ease, moving at a slow but steady pace. Her hips rose and moved against my hand working to create more friction. I increased the pace, my fingers working harder, sliding in and out of her wetness. "You like that baby?" She continued to move her hips, fucking my hand and moaned in response - but I needed to hear it.
"Say it. Tell me, baby." I demanded as I let my fingers curl up, hitting that sweet spot that makes her scream my name.
"God! Fuck, yes!"
Her pussy began to suck my fingers in; her breathing came out in rasps as she stuttered out a bunch of shit I couldn't understand. Which was too fucking bad… cuz I love the shit that comes out of that mouth.
She was close.
I could feel her legs tremble and her insides begin to clamp down on my fingers. My thumb pressed firmly into her clit and I could feel the weight of her hips pressing further into my hand before they stiffened and all together just fucking seized as her climax took her. "Fuck, Edward…oh God, Edward!" Fingers still buried in her, coated with her sex, I flattened my hand and applied a circular pressure over her clit, her hips rolled against my hand as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm.
There was no more waiting.
My dick wanted her and he wanted her now.
"God, I fucking want you." I breathed the raspy words into her shoulder and ran my tongue over her pulse point to the sweet spot behind her ear. "Do you feel that?" My arms pulled her closer and I ground her ass on my very hard dick. "I want to fuck you so bad right now."
She's flushed and breathless and mother fucking sexy as hell. My eyes lock on to her deliciously swollen lips, invitingly parted and glistening with moisture… flames lick at my insides and the aching need increases tenfold. Her right arm came back to wrap around my neck and she pulled me down, devouring my mouth with her own hunger. She sucked my lip back, swiped it once with her hot tongue, then pulled back to look at me, her dark eyes hooded with lust, without warning she took my bottom lip and sunk her teeth into it…I heard myself hiss before she let it slowly slide out of her mouth.
The vibrations her moans created on my bottom lip were like an explosion of electricity burning through my veins as wave after wave of hot currents flooded through me straight to my fucking dick. I recognized this look in her hungry eyes, this was my wild Bella. This was Bella letting go. Bella, my sexy and hot as fuck girlfriend that could bring me down to knees with fucking need.
Bold Bella came out to play and she didn't disappoint. She took my hand and brought it to her pussy, pressing my fingers into her sopping folds. "Do you feel this?" She wiggled her hips, creating a friction against my burning cock. "I want to get fucked." Her voice was husky and sexy as hell and she rendered me fucking speechless when she took my wet fingers and sucked them into her mouth. Marron!
I growled against her bare shoulder and bit down on the soft flesh, her moans spurring me on as I sucked her skin into my mouth and left a mark.
Everything about this girl, everything she does makes me ache. She lights me up like a burning flame from the inside on out. My breathing was ragged withneed, my dick throbbing to be inside of her.
I smacked her hand away, stopping her before she could make contact with my dick. There was no way I wanted to fuck her hand right now.
Everything burned and fucking ached. I felt like a live fucking wire and I wanted to fuck.
Her hot pussy was so fucking wet for me…so mother fucking ready….for me.
My hand tapped her thigh and I jerked my head indicating I needed her to get up. When she stood I tore her boxers down her legs and yanked her closer to kiss her clit. Her scent is like some kind of fucking drug and my tongue came out to taste that fucking heaven that's so undeniable Bella. My tongue flattened against her and sucked her clit back into my mouth. Her taste. Her fucking taste. The instant I had my mouth on her my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I groaned. "Jesus, you taste so fucking good…"
"Edward…" she moaned and squeezed her thighs together, swiveling her hips back and forth for the friction she desperately needed. "God…you make me so fucking-"
Bella's hand fisted my hair and she yanked up. I had no choice but to move with her hand but my tongue stayed on her body, licking and tasting everything it could before her lips slammed against mine. Her hands grasped at my hair, pulling and yanking…dragging me closer moaning around my lips while licking and sucking her juices from me.
She pulled back and those shy eyes returned, looking up at me through her dark lashes. She opened her mouth to say something but buried her face in my chest instead, skimming her nose across my heated flesh. The words that come out of that fucking mouth drive me to the point of insanity. She needed to finish that fucking sentence. "Tell me." Her warm breaths sent shivers down my spine and her words sent a lightning bolt of white fucking heat rippling through my body and right down to my dick. "God…I want to be yours…I want you to fuck me!"
Jesus! From her swollen lips straight to my very hard fucking dick.
My stomach clenched and my balls tightened. It didn't seem possible but her words made my impossibly hard dick even harder; straining against the material of my boxers begging to be buried inside her. Without another thought, I yanked my own boxers off and pulled her to me with her back against my chest. I could feel the heat radiating from that tight little pussy calling to my dick like a red fucking siren.
She slid down my length slowly, circling her hips around each inch she took in. "Jesus, baby…" I moaned against her back. She rolled her hips again taking in another torturous inch. I couldn't take it anymore.
I needed to feel her.
All of her.
Growling out against her torment, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on to me with one swift motion, grunting when her ass hit my thighs.
My hands held her hips, maybe squeezing too tight but I couldn't fucking control it. I just couldn't fucking help it. My fingers curled and pressed into her skin as I moved her up and down my dick, slamming into her hard to punctuate my words. "You." Thrust and grunt "Are." Thrust and grunt " Mine." Thrust and grunt
Her pussy was slick with wetness and my dick easily thrust into her over and over again.
Her walls began to constrict around my dick and I could feel the tension begin to build and coil deep within. My hips slammed up hard, unrelenting in their assault as my hands roughly pulled her down. Sweat was pouring down my forehead from my continuous efforts and I thought my thundering heart would explode through my fucking chest from the exertion.
Keeping my fast rhythm, my head fell to her back, easily sliding back and forth from the slickness on my skin, I squeezed my eyes shut fighting off the urge to let go. Her hands gripped the arm of the chair so fucking tight her knuckles turned white. She held on for support as I continued my assault, grunting and thrusting myself up into her feeling those fucking sweet juices leak out on to my thighs.
"God, baby I don't want to stop. So tight…. so fucking good."
My efforts sped up and my balls tightened around a coil of pure fucking heat, making the strain in my voice sound every bit as desperate as I felt. "Fuck baby, I can't stop…tell me…fuck, baby is this…shit, is it ok?"
Through Bella's moans her ass continued to slap against my thighs. She moved up and down over and over, the sounds of flesh slamming against flesh drowning out her ragged panting.
Before I blew my load, my arm came across her waist, stilling her movements and I slowed my pace to nothing more than a roll of my hips. Beads of sweat stung my eyes as I forced air down my burning lungs. My mouth kissed her shoulder then her neck before panting hot breaths against the spot behind her ear. "I want to cum inside you."
She moans in response, her hips slowly thrusting back and forth, rolling against my ache, eager to bring her own release. My head falls to her back and I can feel her thundering heart keeping time with my own as I wait for her to say something.
My hips move, thrusting into her slowly a few times to remind her what I asked, "Baby?" Breathless, my heaving chest presses into her back as my chin rests on her shoulder. I turn, pressing my face into her damp hair and struggle against the urge to continue mercilessly fucking her. "Can I?"
Her words came out in a rush of hoarse whispers, "Yeah…it's okay." Her hips shift around my dick. "I'm uh…shit, you feel so good." She slides back down my cock and swivels up. "Yeah, fuck…I'm on the pill."
Thank Christ!
This is what she fucking does to me! When she's near me my mind is so fucking dizzy I can't think straight.
That hot fucking pussy….Jesus so fucking tight - those two fucking phrases just replay in my mind like their on some kind of fucking loop or some shit. So consumed by my need, I wasn't fucking thinking when I stuck my bare shit up into her pussy. But fuck me, hitting that pussy raw…there are no words. No mother fucking words!
My thumb stroked her clit before I slid my index and middle fingers along the length of it on either side. I let my two fingers curl with her swollen clit in between and gave it a firm tweak with my knuckles. "I want to feel you cum on my dick." Using the tips of my fingers to stretch her lips up and my knuckles to grind circles down while pinching and tugging her swollen clit she begins to come on done. "Come on, baby…let go."
"Fuck! Oh!….Oh God!...Edward…fuck!"
Feeling her walls clamp down, pussy pulsing and throbbing around me while her hot juices spill over my cock has me violently driving my hips into her, moving swiftly and plunging deeply.
We're both gasping for air and the combination of watching my cock move in and out of her, impaling her from behind and feeling the hot liquid of her orgasm drip out over my thighs is my undoing. "Jesus…Fuck, Bella!" I hold her tightly to my body and jerk my last few strokes before one last swift and deep thrust has me spilling everything I got….and I'm cumming inside of her so fucking deep.
So mother fucking deep.
And Jesus Fuck, I am fucking spent.
God damn…spending the night with Bella I got me some of the best fucking pussy ever.
I dropped Bella off this morning. It was still too fucking early when I got back and I felt like fucking shit from the three hours of sleep I barely put in…so I threw my keys on the hallway table and took my ass back to bed. The instant my body hit the mattress and my head hit my pillow my eyes popped wide open and my dick said hello. Sleep wasn't happening.
The only fucking shut eye I'd be getting is if someone put a bullet in my fucking head.
My whole mother fucking bed smelled like Bella. The comforter, the sheets, the mother fucking pillows…all of it. Jesus, that honeyed fucking vanilla scent laced with her sex…that was it…all it took. And now my dick is standing at attention…begging for her heat. You could hang a fucking flag from my dick.
I laid on my back trying to tune out her scent but it was too fucking much…and ended up in the shower instead.
The warm water from the shower poured down over my head and I increased the temperature to try and work out some of the stiffness I had in my muscles from last night's fucking.
Jesus Christ that girl could fuck!
Just thinking about that wet pussy wrapped so fucking tight around my dick has me feeling like one horny mother fucker…again.
She makes me fucking insatiable…I fell asleep like a ton of bricks after fucking in my office but my dick was just as awake as I was when I felt Bella's hands sliding over my chest. I put that fucking morning wood to good use and made her cum so hard her nails dug into my skin and tore up my fucking back as she screamed my name so mother fucking loud.
Christ, that girl had a set of lungs on her.
Truthfully I'm surprised my fucking neighbor didn't call the cops.
The water from the shower stings and I grab my shoulder to check out the angry marks she left on my back.
Mother Fucking Christ!
She fucking clawed up my back…she shred it to shit, leaving three fucking long ass scratch marks down each side. Shy my ass! Behind all those fucking blushes and wide eyes, Bella was a fucking hell cat.
She tried to leave this morning, several times but it was pointless for her to put her clothes on – seeing her in her wrinkled clothes with her wild fucking hair and red fucking lips…she didn't make it out the door before I attacked her right there in my fucking kitchen…and when I slipped my hand between her legs…Marron!
Fuck, she gets so wet for me…and it feels so mother fucking good.
With my eyes squeezed tight and my head hung low, I bring my left hand flat to the tiles to support my weight…the thought of Bella's bare fucking pussy so fucking ready and open for me has me biting down on my clenched fist to stifle my own fucking groan.
So fucking tight and so fucking wet…
I groan remembering how wet she was…fuck the bed! I slammed her against the kitchen wall and pinned her with my weight…Christ, she was so fucking wet I could hear it when I impaled her on my hard fucking dick.
I keep my head down and palm my cock thinking about her…her fucking taste, her moans, her screams her whimpers…her scent all of it had me on sensory over load as I pounded her into the wall over and over until I shot my load deep into her throbbing pussy.
Jesus, I thought I'd fuck her through the wall and into the next room. Shit…that actually makes me cringe a little…I didn't mean to be that rough.
The warm spray from the shower hits my back as I turn and press my hand against the tile. My hand strokes my dick a few times before I find myself soaping up and jerking off like some horny fucking teenager to images of Bella's bare pussy devouring my cock…Jesus, that pussy…so fucking wet. My hand frantically works, beating up and down, jacking my shit, and trying my damndest to mimic Bella's tightness…and although it's a fucking piss pour substitute I grunt with my impending release and blow my shit all over the fucking tile wall.
Fucking my hand is not the same as fucking Bella…but it served its purpose.
I'm still tired as shit so I pop a couple of pills to wake my shit up before heading over to Bella's.
By the time I'm nearing Bella's block I'm feeling pretty fucking good…like a guy who just spent the last night fucking.
I round the corner and immediately spot the blue and white cop car tucked down the next side street.
I don't want to move too fast for this dimwit…don't want him to miss nothing so I slow down my car to the point where it's barely fucking crawling. This shit feels like I'm moving in slow motion… but he wants to find me, I want to make damn sure he knows where to look.
As long as this prick keeps his hands in his pocket and off of Bella, I got no beef with him. He forgets his fucking manners – he's gonna have a problem. My vehicle almost comes to a complete stop as I turn to face him and meet his eyes. His eyes are locked on mine and I can't help but chuckle at this idiot.
Smirking, I quirk my eye brow daring him to get the fuck out of that piece of shit car.
He doesn't move. Fucking asshole!
I give him a two finger wave before pulling a way. Fucking prick! Mancini isn't a cop I personally know so I couldn't tell you if this is him or not. I can't help the part of me that hopes it is. The part of me that would like nothing more than to shit stomp this fuck into tomorrow.
Come on, you sick piece of shit…
I watch in my rear view mirror waiting for the fucking lights and feeling more than a little cheated when they don't come.
Soon mother fucker…soon
Pulling my car into a spot out on the street, I walk on over to Bella's apartment building, wave to the old lady that's peeking out her window and hit the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Bella's roommate answers the door, dripping wet and wearing a short blue towel that barely covers her ass.
Yeah, I'm a guy.
I notice that shit.
Bella wasn't quite ready…so Jessica offered to keep me company.
I'm a little surprised that Bella considers Jessica a good friend.
Her mindless chatter and giggles were fucking annoying but her constant attempts to grab my arm or brush against me just pissed me off.
And as she kept talking on and on and laughing like some kind of deranged nut her towel would slip lower and lower. I was pretty sure she'd drop the fucker soon.
Not that'd I'd mind.
She had nice legs…I wouldn't mind getting a look at the rest.
But Jesus Christ that fucking mouth never shuts up!
I watched feeling annoyed as her head bobbled back and forth and the mouth just kept running on and on; I couldn't even tell you what the fuck she was talking about. I tuned that shit out a long time ago.
All of the sudden she reminded me of a fucking chicken…with the mouth that just keeps pecking and pecking and pecking. Pecking all day long.
Finally enough was enough and I excused myself to make a call. Stepping outside I lit a smoke and returned a few calls. The calls weren't all that important and ended up being short…so I lit another smoke and looked at the incoming message I had from Emmett.
Marcus is asking for you…planning on coming in? -Em
A couple of Volturi guys were coming down to iron out some details…basically making sure their boss doesn't get fucked. While it's unusual that I'm not there, my presence isn't necessarily required for this. Marcus is just being over cautious. The bottom line is he don't trust them and he wants to show a strong front. Jake made his schedule flexible so he could be around; the other guys will be around too, if needed.
Nope. –E
My phone goes off again with another message.
That must be some pussy… -Em
Grinning like some asshole, I take a drag of my smoke and slip my phone back in my pocket. That pussy….there are no words.
When I returned Jessica was back in her room and Adrianna was out in the living room coloring in a book with her crayons.
I chuckled at the excited greeting I got from the baby and stopped to check out the dog she was scribbling blue over.
Making my way to the kitchen and I discovered a big plate of cookies…that had my name written all over it.
"Hey, where are these cookies from?"
"Mommy made 'em." I cringe remembering the frosted salt-licks Bella tried to pass off as cupcakes the last time I helped myself.
"Did you help?"
"Un-un."
I pick one up and sniff it.
I look over at the baby, holding out a cookie in offering and skeptically ask, "You want one?"
"Un-un."
Frowning I look down at the cookie, flip it over and sniff it again.
"Huh…why not?"
"Mommy said I could have some later."
"Huh…"
Fuck it…
Standing over the sink, prepared for the worst, I take a bite.
It's soft and chewy and fucking delicious and the best part is the center…a big chocolate cup filled with peanut butter.
Game on!
I scarfed down another three before Bella was finally ready.
I was literally caught with my hand in the cookie jar…or plate whatever, when she came around the corner. Her eyes left mine and traveled straight to my hand. I got the 'See, asshole? Told you so' look and a kiss. I take a big bite and speak over a mouthful of fucking good cookie, "What?"
She chews at the inside of her lip and shakes her head, "Nothing…I'm not even gonna say it."
Her eyes are all sparkly as she watches me devour her cookies. It's on the tip of her tongue and written all over face. "You want to say it. Just do it."
She just shakes her head and wraps her arms around my waist.
"You can have your 'I told you so'…I'll take the cookies and a few more of those kisses, too." I reach for the back of her head and pull her closer. "Come here." My mouth peppers kisses over her temple and down her cheek.
Bella tries to get the 'I told you so' out, but I cut her off, kissing her mouth over every word.
Bella has the baby ready and is out the door as I run back to grab more cookies. I stuff one in my mouth, not caring that it's hanging out and grab another three for the road.
That's some good shit!
The ride to the carnival is quick and since it's early in the afternoon, there's plenty places to park.
We park, I put the baby up on my shoulders and take Bella's hand and we just walk around for a bit.
"When I'm big like mommy – I can go on that." I look up at the crazy contraption that's spinning around, whirling these hanging baskets of screaming idiots and flipping them up in the air and shit…then I look over at the gate where the sleazy fuck who looks like he's three sheets to the wind is sitting. He looks like he just crawled his ass here from the nearest watering hole and I can tell from where I'm standing that he needs a fucking shower. He wreaks of fucking B.O. stench and alcohol.
And this is who they get to set this shit up?
Yeah, I don't think so, Short-stuff.
Keeping my left hand on the baby's leg so she doesn't fall back, I put my other arm around Bella's neck and curl her into my chest. "I don't know about that." I chuckle because I just now realized how short Bella actually is. "I don't think she's tall enough either." I kiss the top of Bella's head and try to play defense when her elbow takes aim at my ribs. She cocked that pointy little elbow of hers and put some power behind it, too…hitting its mark and connecting with my side.
Hard too.
And as small as she is that shit fucking hurt.
Bella went on a few of the smaller rides with Adrianna.
We made our way past the rides and screaming kids…which I was thankful for and moved on over to the games. It's a little quieter on this side. Not so many kids running around and hollering
Well maybe one kid.
"It's like Finnegan!" I didn't know who the fuck Finnegan was so I looked to see where her chubby hand was pointing to.
Ah, I see.
Finnegan…not a who but a what.
What is it with this kid and fish?
There behind the dart booth were bags of these big eyed orange fish. "Mommy, I wanted a fish!"
"You don't need a fish." Was Bella's firm reply.
"But it's Finnegan!"
"None of those fish are Finnegan. Remember? We said goodbye to Finnegan and sent him to sea to be with his fish friends?"
She wiggled in Bella's arms until Bella set her down and then took right off for the fish booth calling for Finnegan.
Jesus, who knew a three year old could be so fast?
Bella ran after her, catching her at the booth and picking her back up. Bella scolded her for taking off like that and her lip quivered out an apology in response. After Bella hugged her she seemed to recover quickly, and by the time I walked up to the booth she was back to chattering about Finnegan.
At this point the guy behind the counter stepped up, "Five bucks, three darts! Win the little girl a fish!"
He may as well just fork over a fucking fish. Piece of cake.
Adrianna looks back at me with the biggest fucking eyes.
What am I gonna do…tell her no?
I look back at slim-jim behind the counter. "Yeah, ok." I threw some money on the counter and took the three darts.
"Skippy can I have that one?" She pointed to one of the dozens of orange fucking fish. They all looked the same to me but whatever. She can have whatever the fuck she wants.
"Sure thing short stuff." I chuckled at her squeals and excessive hand clapping. Shit, if this is all it took to make her happy…I'm set.
I threw the first dart and watched incredulously as it bounced right the fuck off that blue fucking balloon.
What the fuck?
I gave my index and middle fingers a lick and rubbed them against my thumb.
I look over at Bella and explain I just needed a better grip. "Just need a little friction that's all."
Her teeth were pulling in her top lip as she nodded encouragingly.
I lined up the dart and nearly fucking choked when it bounced off the red fucking balloon this time.
What the fuck?
"Uh-oh…Skippy, maybe mommy should do it."
Bella jumped back with both hands up in the air waving wildly and shaking her head furiously. "Oh, no! Not me! Not if you want a fish!"
I look over at Adrianna and tease, "What? You don't think I can do this?"
This shit is child's fucking play. I've taken out targets a lot further than the six feet between me and these balloons. "I'm just warming up…I need to get used to the weight of the dart. They're a lot lighter than my –"
Now I don't spend a lot of time with babies, but I'm pretty sure weapon talk is out. I seriously need to work on my verbal filter. I look down at Adrianna to explain. "They're just light." I smile proudly back at Bella for catching that shit.
See? I'm getting better.
I ruffle Adrianna's hair to reassure her that I got this. "I need a few to warm up."
"Hey, pal?" I call him over with my fingers. "You got anything a little heavier than this?"
"What?"
"This…these-" I pick up the last dart, tossing it in the air to demonstrate how fucking light this shit is. "…darts. You got any heavier ones back there?"
"No...they're all the same."
"Whatever, man." Seriously, this shit is like trying to pop those fucking balloons with a paperclip. I'd have better luck with a butter knife.
I took the last dart and aimed it at the green balloon this time. Taking my time to aim slightly higher to account for the weightless piece of shit dart I was given. I give my wrist a few practice flicks and let that baby rip.
What. The. Fuck!
Fucking piece of shit dart didn't even touch the damned balloon.
A loud snort has me turning over my shoulder to a very amused Bella. Those teeth tried so hard to keep that mouth from splitting into a big ass smile and a fit of laughter. Jesus, for a minute I thought those teeth would tear her lips clean the fuck off…and I really happen to like those fucking lips.
I quirked my eyebrow and stepped closer to her. "Oh, you think it's funny?"
She nodded and her whole body shook trying to keep her fucking chuckles silent. She stepped backwards as her hand flew to cover her mouth; tears started to trickle down her cheek from all her giggling. She seemed to get herself in check then out of nowhere another loud fit of laughter erupted from that sweet mouth. Her hand flew back to her mouth, muffling her laughter and the words she tried to get out between snorts.
"I'm sorry…" more laughing and snorts
Her eyes widened and her hand clamped down on her mouth harder. "Oh god…I'm sorry." More giggles
"I'll show you funny." I reached for her hip to pull her closer. "Come here, you." I planted wet raspberries all along her neck while tickling her sides. She squirmed and pushed against me but I just held her tighter and tickled harder. She was gasping for air and wiggling to break free. "Oh, my God! Edward…" More laughing and squirming. "Stop! Stop! I'm gonna pee in my pants!"
"Now, I happen to think that would be funny!" I tickled her sides harder and couldn't help but laugh with all her squirming and pleas to stop.
I noticed Adrianna giggling at her mom's torture and couldn't let her feel left out now. "You like that, huh?" I released a breathless Bella and stalked towards Adrianna. When she realized she was next she ran behind her mom laughing before I had a chance to do anything. I grabbed her, tossed her in the air and when she landed in my arms I tickled her mercilessly. She giggled and shrieked and squirmed but I just kept it up. For the grand finale I pulled her up higher and planted a big wet raspberry on her exposed tummy. Her little legs kicked at my chest and her chubby hands swatted at my head and shoulders. I squeezed that little baby to me, kissed the top of her head and set her down.
"You're funny, Skippy!"
I chuckle. "You think so, huh?" She smiled all wide eyed and shit and nodded. "All right…" I take a deep breath and look back at the dart booth, "…ready to get back to business?"
One fucking fish coming up!
"Three more." I set the money down and collected the darts.
I made a fist and knocked on the counter to get the attendant's attention. "Hey, you mind?" I nodded to the corner and pointed at his fucking fan. "You ain't got heavier darts back there…so turn that shit off." The attendant cleared his throat and with obvious irritation switched the fan off.
One balloon. One fucking balloon…that was it! Unfucking believable!
This is frustrating as fuck…and if I'm being honest slightly embarrassing.
I kneel down to meet Adrianna's eyes. "Hey you like cotton candy?"
Her disappointment was obvious on that little face. "I like Finnegan!"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. We'll get Finnegan…but would you like to go over there and get some cotton candy?"
"Elephant ears?"
"What?" I look up at Bella because I just don't know what the fuck she's talking about here. She can't be serious with this shit. Who the fuck would eat an ear? "Tell me she's messing around here…"
"No, she loves them! Elephant ears are like….they're big and soft…" Her eyes roll around as she tries to explain. "…it's kind of like a fried dough?"
Her explanation did no good. I still don't know what the fuck she's talking about and I have to wonder if Bella even knows what she's talking about. That just sounds fucking disgusting but whatever. The kid wants to eat some fucking dough ears then we'll get the dough ears. I internally shudder at the thought.
I handed Bella some money and kissed her on the mouth, "Here, go and get the ears. And whatever you want." I pointed to the stand where I could keep an eye on them, gave that sweet mouth another kiss before swatting that ass in the direction of fried ears. "Go."
Adrianna took her mom's hand, chattering on and on about fish and elephant ears. I stood for a moment watching Bella walk away…that sweet ass swaying from side to side. As much as I hate seeing Bella walk away…I fucking love watching her go.
"Another round?" Prick face asks.
Another round my fucking ass.
"Look, pal…how much for the fish?"
"Well now…let's see." He looked over me, studying my clothes then my watch before looking over my shoulder at Bella and Adrianna. "That's a real cute kid you got there. Hows about twenty?"
"Fine." Whatever…I don't give a fuck. I look up and nod my head in the direction of 'Finnigan'. "Give me that one."
I pull out the cash I had on me; all that was left were large bills. I set a fifty down, rolled the rest up and shoved the wad back in my pocket. "You got change back there?"
He shakes his head with a condescending smirk. "Nope."
Smug fucking bastard.
I had the notion to pull out my piece and see how his fucking balloons and cardboard stands up to my fucking darts…but thought better of myself.
"Huh, didn't think so. Fine. Give me the fish." Fucking asshole
I look at the fish bag this asshole handed me…then to the shelf of fish.
"Hey!" He looked up from his mangled sandwich and I held out the fish.
"I said that one."
He mumbled out an answer with big chunks of sandwich rolling around his mouth, "What's the difference, Skippy? It's all the same…gills, fins and useless as shit…a fish is a fish?"
My eyes burned into his and my fist clenched, fighting the urge to bounce his big fucking head off this counter. "Coming from the kid – that shit's cute. You? You better wise up and bite your fucking tongue."
I let my words hang there before trying to talk to this piece of shit again.
"Now, let's try this again…" I used my index and middle finger to point, "I said that one."
"Yeah, ok, ok. Relax man. I didn't mean nothin' by it." He took the fish and waddled his ass back with the one I pointed out.
A fifty dollar fucking fish! I could go to Petsmart and get the same damn shit for fifty cents.
"Here, ok." He handed over the fish and waved his hand. "Ok, so…enjoy the fish."
I took the fish and flipped him the bird, "Yeah…enjoy this." Mother fucker
I wasn't half way to the ear frying stand before Adrianna turned and ran full force right to me.
"You did it, Skippy! You got him!" I bent down and caught her mid leap as she threw her arms around my neck.
I held up the fish so she could take a look at him and let the bag go when her little hands grabbed a hold.
"Don't drop it. You sure you got that?" Because I'm not going through that fucking shit again!
She smiles at the fish and pays me no attention.
I keep Adrianna in my arms cuz this kid is just too fucking fast. Who knows where she'll run to next…and there's a lot of fucking perverts out there. A place like this with all these kids around here…it's a pervert's mecca. Sick fucks.
We walk over to Bella as she's ordering. The guy behind the counter isn't even fucking listening. My eyes follow his line of vision right to Bella's tits.
They look good spilling out over the top of her red tank top…but that don't mean I want every fucking quack here checking out the goods.
I set Adrianna down and take her hand, moving past the line of hungry scavengers and planting myself right next to Bella, starring at the mother fucker who is blatantly disrespecting me and more importantly my girl. "Ho! Up here, pal!" I snap my fingers to bring his attention back where it belongs.
I continue my stare down as he palms the back of his neck and frowns. While he tries to keep his eyes focused on Bella's I can see him giving me nervous sideways glances. "Um, yeah. That'll be six dollars."
Bella hands him the money and as he walks away to get her change, she shakes her head with amusement. "You're terrible!"
I grab Bella, pulling her to me so her back is against my chest and kiss her neck. "What's so terrible? These are my fu-"
"Edward!" She stops my hands along her ribs before I can grab a handful of tit. My fucking tit.
Ah Shit!
"I wasn't thinking…" I squeeze her and kiss her cheek. "Sorry, baby." Wrapping my arms around Bella's waist, my lips plant another kiss on her soft skin, this time her collarbone all the while fighting the urge to put another mark on her. One that fucks like this will see. I kiss her again, pulling her soft skin between my teeth and into my mouth. I remind myself to be gentle and instead of biting down and sucking back I just let my tongue trace circles over her fair skin. The urge to bite down is right fucking there but she turned her head and whispered into my neck, reminding me that I needed to control myself….or 'behave' as she put it.
The bottom line? I can't fucking control myself around her.
I hand Bella the fried ear and lemonade and point her off to a bench under a tree. I pocket the change then turn right back, ignoring the front of the line and order a coke and a couple of hot dogs for myself.
"So you got Finnegan, huh?" The smirk that face is sporting tells me she knows. "You saw that huh?" I smile and lean down to kiss those pursed lips.
"Yup." Was her smart ass reply.
"Think you're pretty slick there, huh?"
"Slicker than you…"
"I bet you are…" Leaning over Bella, I set my coke down on the table top and let my hand drop to her leg, running up her inner thigh so my thumb can just trace over the seam in her jeans and graze over her clit. I pressed my mouth against her ear to whisper, "…maybe we should find out?"
I got shot down…not that I was expecting her to straddle me right there.
Bella was helping Adrianna eat that fried ear thing while my hot dogs were long gone. Adrianna pulled off a big chunk of that fried shit and held it out to me to try.
They both laughed when I held it out and sniffed it.
I figure Bella's cupcakes didn't kill me…could this be any worse?
It was warm, sugary sweet and melted in my mouth. Adrianna wrinkled her face and giggled as she watched me lick all the powdery white shit off my fingers.
Who the fuck knew fried dough ears could be so good?
Piece by piece, I ended up finishing Adrianna's ear and ended up having to get another. I decided to get two to save me another trip.
I handed her the fresh ear and leaned down to see her fish. "So how's Finnegan doing over there?"
"He's good." She took a bite and gave me the happiest smile.
Taking a seat next to Bella, I help her finish the other elephant ear.
"I feel like I say this a lot…but you really didn't have to do that." She looks over at Adrianna. "The fish, the rides and then…" she gestures towards the table. "all of this."
My forehead pressed against hers and my hand cradled her cheek. "I wanted to."
"You say that a lot, too. Thank you." She kissed my cheek.
"Listen, this week I have some out of town things…but I'll call and if you want Jake can come by. I'll have my phone – you can call, too."
"Oh, where are you going?"
"It's something for work – it shouldn't be more than a couple of days. Three at the most. But when I get back, we'll go out..."
"Out?"
"Yeah, we'll go out… like a date. You're my girlfriend I should take you out. Maybe dinner? We can go wherever you want."
"Yeah, that sounds like fun."
"Then next weekend my parents have this…party thing." I wasn't sure how Bella would feel about going. I knew this party was coming up. Most of my family would be there and I decided I didn't want to go alone. "I have to go and I want you to come too."
Bella seemed hesitant as she answered. "Ok…well what day is it and what kind of party? Should I buy a dress?"
"It's Saturday and don't worry about a dress. I'll take you shopping when I get back."
Bella tried to get out of shopping but that's not going to happen. I happen to be looking forward to seeing her try on dresses for me…and maybe she'd be up to trying on some lingerie while we're there.
A/N
For international readers…I don't know if you have elephant ears. They have nothing to do with elephants at all…accept for the shape. They're a sweet dough that has been fried, the shape is kind of like an elephant's ear and usually sprinkled with powder sugar or cinnamon. They're common here (in Illinois at least) at carnivals.
Thank you for reading!
I'm THE biggest WUSS there is – and in being such I'm always so nervous posting…seriously I smoke a half a pack of cigarettes just before posting anything. I'm pretty sure I'll be the one needing a lung transplant before this story ends! LOL! You guys have been great! Thank you!
We'll be back to Bella's pov next time.
Well, I guess that's it!
XOXO
CoMeKiTtY
