Hot Time, Summer in the City
Chapter 10
First off…just WOW! Thank you for all the reviews. You have no idea how awesome I think you guys are…and the fact that you'd take the time to leave a quick line or paragraph (lol!) just blows my mind! I read 'em ALL and swear they're my new vices! I seriously wanted to print out and frame a few, how lame am I, right?
xo-Hugs and Kisses-xo to everyone that has reviewed and a big 'Luv U!' to Vanquish13, hcribley, lili82, Amazone3, and Deesirius for showing their love on almost every chapter!
A quick shout out to Deesirius…girl, you crack me up! I like a little kink in my Eddiekins too, so I'll see what I can do about your request…it maybe a little bit, though.
Second…to those that like this story - so sorry it's taken awhile to update. I'm kinda in a funk and really crabby that summer is ending…so I guess I'm just trying to pack in fun times before it's gone all together. Not lookin' forward to taking my lazy ass back to work (**sighs**) but what can you do…gotta pay the bills some way, right?
A quick note on Adrianna – she's actually 3. Sorry – I had to reread where I wrote that and I can see that I wasn't so clear. I figured Bella got pregnant with her at 18 and 9 months later put Bella at 19 when she was born. I don't know how important that really is – I'm just saying. I planned out age 3 cuz she's young enough to be cute and actually bond with Edward and old enough to actually do some things.
XOXO
CoMeKiTtY
B-POV
OH, MY GOD!
Those three little words…he made me scream those three little words till I thought I'd fucking burst. I barely had a voice left, yet those three little words kept spilling out of my mouth in strangled rasps like they were my own personal mantra. Over and over I screamed, like a chant paying homage to the very sexy and very skilled Edward Cullen.
No question - he is sex personified.
That man's hands are like no others and I just wanted to suck on each and every one of those talented fingers. He had me panting like a bitch in heat and I couldn't even bring myself to care as I shamelessly ground my pussy down, fucking his fingers and begging like a whore for more.
I really thought I had experienced orgasms before but nothing and I mean NOTHING could have prepared me for the intensity behind the explosions Edward unleashed.
Yes, that's explosions…with an 's'…as in plural.
Until last night I was sure that was just a myth.
Something like a unicorn.
You want it bad and go to great lengths to get it but there is zero chance in it being found.
Zero.
Because it just doesn't exist.
I was sure.
So sure it was nothing more than a marketing ploy between magazines like Cosmo and adult stores like G Boutique to increase the sales of 'how to' sex literature and vibrating dildos.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I found my fucking unicorn and I was riding him over the seas of ecstasy.
My God his mouth, his hands…his whole body was made for fucking.
Underneath those dark suits that fit him so flawlessly, his body was hard and chiseled into perfection and I wanted to kiss and lick every last inch.
From his powerful shoulders to his beautiful set of ripped abs, I swear you'd fall to your knees just looking at him…he oozes sex and confidence and those sexy fucking growls had my pussy soaked and dripping with desire, my legs only too happy to spread wide for him.
Edward's body was tight and lean and every ripple showed as he worked his muscles with a sexy look of determination. Sweat dripped from his brows as he moved fiercely, his taut back muscles flexing and rolling with every powerful thrust taking him deeper and deeper and driving me closer and closer to the point of no return.
His body was like a temple of sin beckoning to me and I wanted nothing more than to get on my knees and bow down to worship every delicious inch with my tongue.
When that rock hard cock thrust forward and went so deep, pounding spots I didn't even know existed, I felt my whole body spasm. Every violent wave shook me all over, forcing me to hold on tight. Anchoring myself to his hard body, digging what little nails I had into his back I screamed out his name over and over as he took me over the edge.
He fucked me so hard…so deep…and oh, so good!
My God…I was fucking spent and still pleading for more! This man could fuck me all night and it still wouldn't be enough.
No, I could never get enough of Edward.
Not now.
Not ever.
I was so fucking tired when I got home, I literally felt like a crusty scab that peeled itself off of Edward's bed that morning. If I was being honest, I was sore as hell too. I didn't care. Spending a night like that with Edward…. was so worth it. And I'd happily do it all over again!
Jessica was pretty pissed about the fiasco at Rosebuds. Well…more so that I had only 'glossed' over the events of that night over the phone and she had to get the details from Mike's sister.
Whatever.
She could be pissed all she wanted, I was on my Edward high and I wasn't coming down any time soon.
The fact that he was going to be away for the next couple of days sucked out loud! I was already missing him and it was only day #2. He called yesterday but couldn't talk long, which I guess was fine because he seemed distracted anyway.
I worked the morning shift today and when I finally got home I tried to keep my sour ass mood to myself. There wasn't much to do so I threw myself down on the couch and sat there like a lump surfing through the stations.
"Are you even watching that?"
Jessica's words pulled me from my daze and I looked over at her blinking in confusion. "Huh?"
"You're not even paying attention. You're off in La La Land and all that channel changing is making me dizzy. Pick something and leave it."
"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize-" Jessica's look caught me off guard. She sat there staring at me, well more like frowning at me with her nose scrunched up and her pursed lips curved up on one side. I knew I showered this morning…so I didn't stink. I had no idea what this sour grape face is about. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I was just thinking…"
"O-kay?" I waited but she didn't elaborate. "You were thinking…and?"
"So you said you and Edward are together?"
Just hearing his name sent little flutters through my body and I think the big grin plastered across my face was probably answer enough, but just in case it wasn't I gave her a verbal confirmation too. "Yup."
"When you say together though, like in what way?"
"Um, in the usual sense." I felt bad for looking at Jessica like she was stupid…but come on really Jess?
Jessica looked down at her hand as she flicked the tip of each nail against her thumb. "The usual sense that has benefits without strings or the kind where he actually calls you his girlfriend?"
"The kind that says 'keep your mitts to yourself'!"
"That's not why I was asking-" The knock at the door interrupted Jessica who was now looking over her shoulder at me with a stupid grin.
I knew it wasn't Adrianna. She has a little friend in the next building and her friend's mother took them both to the park. I knew it wasn't going to be Edward either.
So I didn't give a damn who it was. Apparently Jessica thought I should. "That's Mike."
Wasn't expecting that one.
I smacked her arm and hissed. "What! What's he doing here, Jessica?"
"If you'd check your messages, you'd know." This is her way of telling me I've been neglecting her.
"Are you-" I paused and glared at Jessica and her meddling ways. "Jess, what did you do?"
We both looked at each other waiting for the other to get up and answer it.
I crossed my arms and leaned back on the couch in defiance.
I wasn't budging.
Nope.
No way.
Then I thought about Jess answering the door and inviting him to come in and sit. I pictured him on the couch talking to me and then to Jess and then just hanging with the both of us for…how long would he actually stay? Too long!
My mind immediately flashed to me answering the door and having a brief, albeit slightly awkward, conversation and then saying good-bye. Key word here is brief. He's in, he's out. Maybe five minutes at most versus…what?…maybe a whole afternoon?
Both options are awkward as hell but option B…definitely the way to go.
Jessica was the one to break and finally got up. "For Christ sake, Bella –"
My hand quickly shot up and grabbed her arm to stop her. "No, no…wait!"
Her eyes narrowed as she smacked my hand off of her, spinning on her bare foot she took off towards the door.
"Jessica! Stop!" Launching myself off the couch I ran after her and tackled her to the floor with a loud thump. I propelled myself onto her back and brought us both down with everything I had.
She yelped and my hands quickly grabbed her trying to hold her flailing arms as her legs kicked and body wiggled to buck me off. "What the fuck! Get off!"
There was another knock and some knob jiggling that barely registered as I wrestled to keep a struggling Jessica pinned down and away from snooping at the door.
Maybe he'll just go away?
Too much to hope for?
The knocks quickly turned to hard bangs that rang out loud and clear…even through all the scuffling.
She managed to knock my arms out to the sides and grabbed the carpet for leverage as she got up to bolt away, but I was faster. I grabbed her ankles; she dropped like a sack of potatoes as I pulled her back across the floor, her hands frantically trying to grab anything within reach to anchor herself down.
Too determined to keep Jessica from opening that door I hadn't noticed the voice on the other side calling me.
When the door sprung open, hanging by a single hinge both of us froze in shock and whipped our heads up to the large figure looming in the huge gaping hole where the door used to be.
I think I heard Jessica breathlessly squeak out 'oh holy shit…' but I couldn't be sure….maybe it was me?
It all happened too fast. I don't know and it doesn't matter anyway.
Jake frowned looking at us sprawled out on the floor, limbs tied into knots like a pretzel.
Jessica was still flat on her stomach as I released her arms and sat up, perched on her ass.
We both watched wide eyed as he tucked his gun back into the waist of his pants and leaned against the broken doorframe.
Jake put his hand over his heaving chest and rubbed circles as he let out a long breath…. "Shit…"
"What's uh…." He gestured to the human tangle on the floor with his hand. "…all this? You don't hear me at the door?"
Shit, now I feel kinda stupid. I had no idea it was Jake pounding on the door. I guess I should be thankful it wasn't Edward, though. I'd for sure die. "I uh-"
My eyes whipped over to Jessica when she cut me off. "Who are you?" Jessica doesn't let Jake respond and looked to me. "Bella, who the fuck is this?"
"Jessica say hello to Jake…" I look up at Jake and gesture over to my roommate who's still sprawled out on the floor. "And…Um…Jake, this is…" I put on my sweetest smile and give the back of Jessica's hair a good tug, when her head comes up my fingers wiggle out a hello to her. "Jessica."
Jessica abruptly brings her knees up and pushes up off the ground bringing me up right along with her. "Whoa…shit!" Her quick movements catch me off guard and I fall backwards, rolling right on the floor in a loud thud.
I scramble to my knees and lunge forward, my hand reaches for the waist of her pants, but this time she's faster and before I know it she's right up in Jake's space. "You just broke my fucking door!"
Jake pushes off the door frame and stands at his full height glowering at the both of us. "You wanna tell me why I'm outside pounding on the door and neither one of you can be bothered to answer?"
Jessica gestured to the door before planting her left hand on her hip and wagging her index finger at Jake. "You want to tell me who's gonna pay to fix this shit?"
Taking a minute to assess my injuries I roll up the leg of my yoga pants. The initial crash to the floor was hard and I grimaced as I rubbed my knees. Shit, that's gonna leave a mark!
Jake grabbed Jessica's hand, yanking it out of his space and pulling it down to her side. "Relax a minute…" He walked past Jess, over to me and helped me off the floor. "You hurt?"
"Um, I'm good." I lied and forced a sweet smile. "Thanks."
"You sure you're alright there?" Jake chuckled. "I heard that shit from way out there." Jake kneeled down to check out my knees for himself then shook his head with annoyance. "I thought…Shit, you really scared me."
Still kneeling he rested his big arm across his leg and looked at Jessica with the same frown. "What about you? You ok over there?"
Before Jessica could open her mouth to answer a nervous voice called out from the wreckage. "Um…hello?"
All three of us looked over at the door, well more like huge gaping hole now, but Jake's the only one that gets up and moves towards it. "There something I can help you with?"
Mike doesn't step inside; if anything he actually takes a step back and looks over his shoulder towards the staircase when Jake approaches him. "Um…" Mike swallowed hard just then and his round eyes give a wary glance at the busted door and splintered doorframe before looking at Jake and then finally me. "I'm here to see Bella?" Mike didn't sound so sure any more. I'm not sure if he was telling or asking Jake at this point.
I couldn't blame him, much like Edward, Jake really was intimidating.
Jake's narrowed eyes sized Mike up, before landing on my sweater that was currently clutched tightly in Mike's hand. With his arms crossed against his chest, Jake kept his stance in front of Mike and glanced at me over his shoulder. "Shorty, this guy a friend of yours?"
This guy is a nothing of mine.
"Um this is Jessica's friend…uh… Mike." I try to force out a smile.
The corners of Jake's mouth briefly lifted up, "Right…" I'm sure I hear a little chuckle in there but I'm still trying to catch my breath and can't be sure I heard right. "…so you wanna talk to him or not?"
There's a loaded question!
For a minute I contemplated saying 'no' and letting Jake toss his ass on outta here but I figured Mike didn't really deserve that. It's not his fault I'm a total wuss. So instead of hiding behind Jake, I take a breath and step forward. "Um, yeah. I probably should."
Mike stepped back out and I moved to follow taking another deep breath for the conversation that was about to take place. My eyes focused on my feet and I took small steps, delaying this as much as I could.
Apparently I'm a procrastinator.
Another great trait I can add to that growing resume o'mine.
Jake grabbed my arm and whispered not to go too far, I just nodded.
Jake didn't know Mike and therefore didn't trust Mike so I knew he'd stay close.
It wasn't that I was afraid of Mike. That wasn't it at all.
I am just so bad at these types of conversations. I always worry about hurting people's feelings…especially when they don't deserve it. For me, it's just too hard to do.
I'd rather stick my head in the sand and just pretend the problem went away.
I walked over to where Mike was standing but couldn't help wondering what Jake and Jessica were doing inside. I was surprised I couldn't hear Jessica's loud trap way out here.
It seemed to be quiet which is a good thing.
At least they weren't fighting.
I reminded myself that was a good thing.
It is…right?
Mike apologized for running out on me at Rosebuds and offered to make it up to me. Did I already mention that I hate these awkward conversations? Dancing around words because you're just too chicken shit to say it like it is.
I was half listening to Mike talk about his terrible night but my mind kept traveling.
It was here…just now….that I discovered something I couldn't explain.
While sitting out here on this concrete ledge I came to the abrupt conclusion that I didn't want Jessica to get to know Jake. It's not that I didn't think she'd like him, well once she was over the door drama anyways. I mean he's tall, dark and oh so muscular…what girl wouldn't want to jump on that?
I felt the hairs on my neck bristle and found myself feeling…jealous…maybe? It's not that I wanted him for myself.
I swear I really didn't.
Not that it makes sense, but I didn't necessarily want him for Jessica either. I've also come to the conclusion that I am a shitty ass friend…especially after all that Jess has done for me.
Mike's lips stopped moving and it took a second to realize he was waiting for some type of response. Shit! What was he saying?
So much for half listening. He must have noticed my slight confusion because his lips started moving again. This time I paid better attention.
Well…like a band-aide, right? On three…I counted in my head. One, two…here we go.
I politely declined Mike's offer to go out again. I was so glad I didn't have to use the clichéd 'it isn't you, it's me' spiel on Mike. Glad because I didn't have to pull a line of shit outta my ass for one. And second, even better than not having to use the standard spiel o'shit, I had Edward. My inner self was squealing when I told him I already had a boyfriend.
I have to admit I really liked the way that sounded! Well maybe it's not the words that I liked as much as the actual boyfriend! It still sounds do weird to say. Edward Cullen is my boyfriend. I wonder if I'll ever get used to the way that sounds. But used to it or not…I love it!
He looked slightly confused and I couldn't blame him but said there were no hard feelings and he'd see me around sometime.
I nodded, returned his weird, stiff half hug and took back the sweater I had left in his car. As far as awkward conversations go…on a scale of one to ten…I'd give it a four. Mike was actually really sweet and I made sure to tell him I had fun…even if it was cut kinda short.
Much to my inner delight he didn't stick around and asked me to tell Jess to call him later.
Jake had made a few phone calls and by the time Mike was leaving a group of three men showed up complete with tool boxes and a new door.
Much to Jessica's disappointment, she was called into work, so as I was wiggling my fingers in goodbye to her, I said hello to a Tyler, Felix and Demetri.
Under Jake's supervision, those three made quick work and it really didn't take them long at all to replace the wreckage.
Now all four of them stood on the balcony looking out towards the parking lot and laughing at something Tyler was saying. Their big frames blocked my view, so I couldn't quite see what was so interesting.
"What are we lookin' at over here?" I used Jake's shoulder for balance as I tried to peak too.
Jake moved aside and I squeezed in between him and a near drooling Tyler.
I looked to Tyler in amusement, "That's Tori."
Blond, tan and toned those three words sum up Tori pretty well.
Sucking down her large iced latte she sashayed herself across the lot to her car. She comes into the coffee shop twice a week – an iced latte for her and a boner for Ben…the two go hand in hand. I'm sure she did a number on poor Ben today…white string bikini top and washed out denim jeans, tight to her ass and torn just below each cheek and down her leg. The frayed waist line is riding dangerously low on her narrow hips, showing off her new ink. While she can really rock that outfit standing, I have to wonder what happens when she wants to sit down. If it was me wearing that, I'd be giving everyone a free show. I wonder if it's like that for her too.
Tyler's eyes remained fixed on Tori. "She…uh a friend of yours?" That's guy code for 'can you hook me up'?
"She lives a couple of doors down." I'm not sure what else to say so I just throw out, "I think her tattoo is cool."
And that's true, I do like her tattoo. She got it maybe two weeks ago. A big butterfly outlined in thick black lines across her lower back. Maybe not the most creative…but it still looks good.
Tyler laughs and interjects. "Just like a target saying, 'fuck me down here'. And if she don't want you to cum in her ass when you're fucking her, you got a bulls eye to shoot your jizz."
Jake shakes his head disapprovingly at Tyler before looking over at me curiously. "You got any tats?"
I shake my head 'no' and appreciatively look over the tribal art on Jake's bicep when he rolls up his sleeve. Jake doesn't seem to mind that my fingers take over inspecting his tat. "I like it." I shrug and let my hand fall to my side. "I don't have any…but if I were to get something…maybe something like her's?" I shrug again and gesture over to Tori.
Unlike Tyler, Jake doesn't seem too impressed. "Yeah, it's hot. You're not that kinda girl, you know?" I feel slightly offended here. I'm not sure if that's a compliment or a slam but then Jake continues. "The only kinda dating she's good for is catch and release, shorty."
I look back to Tori, still thinking I might like to get a tattoo. Maybe nothing that big…needles are definitely no friend of mine. I absolutely hate needles and literally have to remind myself to breath when I have to get a shot or stupid blood test. Once I had to get a tb test, and before the needle ever came anywhere near my arm the nurse was asking me 'if I wanted to lie down'. "I still like it…and you're just being judgmental. You don't even know her and-"
Tyler laughs, "I didn't say I didn't like it. It's hot and I, for one, fucking love it! Like I said, gives me somethin' to aim at when I pull my dick out. And what's to know?" I look back over at Tori and think about what Tyler's saying. "Chicks with a slut sticker…like that one there, they'll throw down…we get done here I'm gonna see if…Tori is it?" I nod. "If uh Tori wants some help stretching those fucking wings." Tyler laughs again and elbows Jake's arm. "Nothing says I love you like a wad-"
Jake turned and rested his pointer finger on Tyler's chest in warning. Whatever silent words Jake exchanged effectively shut Tyler up and sent him back to his quiet fantasizing.
Ignoring Tyler I ask Jake, "What if your girlfriend wanted a tattoo on her lower back?"
"First off, I don't have a girlfriend. But, if I wanted any décor on my woman's body, then I'd paint it on myself. They've got that edible body paint…in flavors like chocolate, strawberry, caramel – whatever. She'd enjoy it a lot more…then when she gets tired of it I'd get to enjoy cleaning it off her." Jake wagged his eyebrows suggestively and I couldn't help but giggle. "Win-win in my book, shorty."
I pictured Edward's skilled fingers painting designs over my most sensitive areas and his hot tongue licking them off…. "Hmm, that's kinda hot, ya know?"
Jake chuckled and pushed off the railing. "Alright, I'm out." Jake moved to the door and gripped the frame, testing it's durability I guess. "We good here?"
"I guess. Looks ok to me –" I scrunch up my nose and look up at Jake with a shrug of my shoulders. "… but that's not really saying much, you know."
Jake's hand motioned for the guys to get packing and he followed them out after reminding me to call if I need anything. I watch them till they get to the parking lot and start packing up their tools. I have to roll my eyes and go inside when Tyler bails on the clean-up and walks over to Tori.
The next few days seemed to drag on.
No Edward.
He was busy, I get it.
But I still miss him.
And to top my crab fest off…It is mother of all hot today!
I swear I woke up today and thought I'd died and skipped right over the shiny golden gates of eternal paradise and plowed straight on down to the fiery depths of the 9th circle! Living in this kinda heat for an eternity...? I felt myself cringe at the thought.
Me thinks I need to do some atoning?
This summer has been so hot and this week we apparently broke some kind of record; longest heat wave since 1988. It's like living in the four sides of hell and I'm beginning to think that there's only four accompanying temperatures: tolerable, hot, really hot, and ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!
Today falls under the 'A. Y. F. K. M.!' and of all days for the window unit to blow out its last breath. It literally keeled over and fizzled out in one last puff. And that one last puff it put out…couldn't even be cool air. There was this loud zap then a bunch of tumbling racket as a plume of gray smoke leaked out of the vent. It stunk like burning rubber.
P to the U
I was baking, roasting in here and that was when the damned thing was working and cranked to the maximus…and I'm pretty sure if I were to step outside I'd find that Chicago had been reduced to a dried out wasteland with lumpy piles of melted people scattered about sidewalks.
They even closed the beaches today.
Apparently half a dozen people were taken to the hospital for heat exhaustion.
The weatherman was going on and on about the extreme heat wave currently reducing Chicago to puddles and according to his 5-day weather planner…it's only gonna get worse. Funny how when the weather report sucks…it usually turns out right.
Frustrated I clicked the remote and threw it across the room to the chair and got my lazy, sweating ass up to answer the door. I knew it'd be Edward. He texted earlier when he got back from…well from whatever it was he was doing and said he'd try and stop by tonight. His definition of tonight is later than mine…but I'm not gonna bitch about it. I missed him.
"Jesus, it's like-" he walked over to the thermostat and flicked it, "is this right, 89 degrees?" He looked back to me. "Shit, it's hotter than a two dollar pistol in here. You can't put the air on? Why do you have it so hot like this?"
I was hot.
And I was cranky.
I sure as hell didn't need him to point out the temperature. I was well aware of the fucking inferno I was caged in as I sat melting…stewing in my own sweat. Fucking gross!
"Because the sun went down and it finally dropped two degrees." I said lifting the back of my damp hair up and fanning my neck.
"And is there a reason you're sitting here like this…" his hand gestures up and down in my direction, "soaking and…marinating in your own juices?"
My hand stopped fanning, it didn't matter it wasn't working anyways and I looked over at him with a scowl.
"Oh, yes I just love sweat pouring out of every orifice. My armpits have pools of sweat…" I pinched my tank top over my nipples and pulled the clingy material from my skin. "…and I have swoobies!"
"What are you-" He did a double take, then asked, "Did you say swoobies? What is that girl talk…some kind of chick code, for what?"
"Sweaty boobs… and they're at sweat breaking records today! We cleared a level 12 and I'm gonna be standing in my own puddle pretty soon!"
Edward looked down at my cleavage with that fuck hot crooked smile. "Your boobs sweat?" He hooked his finger under my tank top and he pulled it down, exposing both my 'swoobies'. "I wanna see. That's fucking hot-" His hands smashed my boobs together, as he buried his face and growled against my now very ample cleavage.
I gave him a push and he let go of my tank top as he frowned over at me. "What's that look? It's hot out there…in here…whatever the fuck and you got your tits lookin like the kool-aid pitcher over here."
"That's just gross…I'm all sweaty and I-" Edward paid me no attention as he pulled down the front of my tank top again to cop a feel, I gave him another little shove and wiggled backwards out of his reach. "It's too hot and I'm just…it's hot and I just feel gross." I kept my hands held out, flat against his chest and held Edward in place as I looked up at him.
He was so sexy in his dark suit. "How are you wearing that? It's like 110 with the heat index!"
He shrugged and loosened his collar. "It's not that bad. Unlike you, I wasn't sitting in a sauna all day. I had a few stops. There were a few visits I had to make…some people to see. It was getting late and I wanted to see you before you went to sleep." He leaned in, despite my hands still pushing on his chest, and gave my nose a kiss. "I didn't have time to change before stopping by." He stood, peeled off his jacket and walked over to the window unit. "If you're so hot why don't you put the air on?"
"It died."
I walked over to where Edward was tinkering with the hateful air conditioning unit. Really tinkering isn't quite right. More like pounding?
He fooled around with the plug a little and then the switch a little. I was a little offended that he'd think I didn't already check those out a very long time ago. He wiggled the cord a little then stepped back and brought the bottom of his fist down on it. Hard too. The whole damn thing shook and rattled.
I found myself giggling and I had to wonder if he secretly idolized Fonzie.
I think I would have completely lost it if the fucking thing actually did start running after that.
Well mostly because I was picturing Edward with his collar turned up as he turned around and said 'Aeyyyyyy'.
I wondered if Edward ever watched 'Happy Days' when he was growing up. Somehow I just can't see it. I for one loved that show! "You know that 'as seen on TV' stuff is a bunch of bull shit…shit never works."
A few more giggles escaped. When Edward looked over his shoulder at me with that eye brow raised like he does, I could tell he was annoyed…but that only made the giggles worse.
"You want me to look at this…get this place cooled down or do you want to stand there making wisecracks all night?"
You think the giggles stopped?
Oh, hell no.
I giggled myself right into the kitchen and tried to think of anything else other than Edward releasing his inner Fonz. Once I start on a fit of laughing it just keeps coming – doesn't matter that there's nothing remotely funny I somehow manage to laugh away like a crazy person.
Sometimes I laugh so hard and for so long I end up with the hiccups. The kind that are deep down and burn your chest. You'd think that would cure the laughing, but no I just laugh around the hiccups. This is even worse than snorting.
I was standing in front of the freezer, well more like holding that door wide open and leaning down with my head actually in the freezer, trying to bask in some coolness when I felt Edward come up behind me. His finger hooked the back of my shorts and I felt the elastic peel away from my skin as he pulled on it.
I looked behind me to see Edward leaning over and peaking down my shorts. Frowning, I shifted my hips out of his reach. "What?"
"You have 'swoobies'…just wondering if you have 'swass' too?"
I have come to the conclusion that Edward is an ass man.
I wiggled my hips at him, "Yup, sure do…" Before my ass somehow started resembling a kool- aid pitcher to Edward I changed the subject. "…how'd it work out over there?"
Edward ran his hand through his hair then nodded in the direction of the living room. "That piece of shit's busted."
"See I told you! All that pounding around you were doing over there… all for nothing…" I grabbed my hair and lifted it off my neck. "Oh, my God I am so hot." I fanned the door back and forth trying to get the cool air to disperse. The fans were at top speed but were doing nothing but blowing hot air around.
He pulled me into his arms and I let go of the door and my hair, and let my back fall flush against his hard chest. I love being close to Edward, always… and I could give a shit how hot or sweaty I was now. If I'm gonna melt might as well just do it all over him.
His fingers moved my damp hair from my neck. "Agreed…you are fucking hot." His right arm crossed my chest and held me to him tight as lips planted soft kisses along my shoulder. His voice was husky now and a new kind of wetness pooled between my thighs. "Come stay with me. I can't guarantee you won't be sweaty…" He smirked as he looked down at me and his fingers slid down between my legs, grazing the damp material just over my clit. "…but you'll enjoy it a lot more." His mouth kissed that spot behind my ear that turns my legs to jell-o and his nose nuzzled my hair. "That I can guarantee."
When I turned to face Edward, his hands slipped down the backs of my shorts and I felt him palm my ass as he brought my body in closer to his, effectively pressing his hard length against my stomach. The tingles I now associate with Edward were now sparking and coursing like a slow fire through my limbs as he leaned down and pulled my bottom lip into his mouth.
When he does that…I swear to God - instant wetness!
I love the things this man's mouth can do!
When his tongue entered my mouth he moaned and squeezed my ass a little harder, rocking me against his hips and sending a strong current of electricity straight on down to the place I wish he'd kiss most.
Shit, I love it when he does that too!
My hands found their way to his messy dark, bronze locks as my tongue tangled with his. I could easily get lost in Edward's kisses. Trying to bring myself to some sense of coherence wasn't easy.
"I" moan and kiss "can't" moan and kiss "no" moan and kiss "babysitter".
I worked to catch my breath as Edward's mouth followed the trail of his tongue across my bare shoulder and up my neck. "So…" I felt my own breath hitch when his tongue circled the spot behind my ear and his teeth nipped my earlobe. "… I've got extra rooms…bring the baby too."
Every part of my body is cursing me right now. I'd love nothing more than to go home with Edward right now…but waking Adrianna up this late…she'd never go back to bed and then she'd be wide awake and very cranky. As it was, it took a long time for her to fall asleep tonight, granted it is hotter than hell in here…still not a good idea.
"And are you gonna put her back to sleep when she wakes up?"
Edward hugged me to his body, groaning in protest against my neck as I pushed away. My hands pushed but my lips still kissed. My lips seem to have a mind of their own and weren't too happy with my decision not to go home with Edward.
Edward gave my ass one last squeeze before he let me go with a swat against my backend. "I love that 'swass'."
"Will You Stop!" I didn't mean to sound that short…but now I'm sweatin' ass and beyond horny. "I don't…it's too hot." My hand swipes at the slickness across my left arm as a demonstration. "This is just disgusting!"
"What do you want me to do? I said that shit's broken. I'm hot too, my fucking balls are sticking to my leg…you don't hear me bitching!"
I didn't mean to snap back at Edward. I'm just so, so hot and now frustrated and just plain crabby.
"You don't want to be here, you can go. No one's stopping you! There's the door!"
I felt bad the minute the words left my big mouth. I was also hoping he wouldn't really leave. I've missed him these past few days. He only called once while he was away, save for a few lousy texts here and there.
I figured I'd make nice and change the subject. "Jake had some guys fix it by the way." I gestured towards the entrance. "The door I mean."
Edward let out an annoyed breath and leaned against the counter. "Yeah, I heard something about that. Heard you had a visitor, too."
I like hanging out with Jake. He's fun. But sometimes it pisses me off that he tells Edward about my day before I ever even have a chance to see him. To me this seems a little fucked up. I feel like anything I say, Edward already knows…so why bother boring him with another version of the same shit.
"Let me guess? Jake?" Edward knows I don't like being babysat…we've had words before. I feel like a kid checking in at home…something I didn't do when I was a kid at home. Maybe I've been responsible for myself for too long – it's hard to let someone else in like that. Maybe it's that my life has been stripped of choices and this is yet another thing I have to give up control over. I don't know. Truthfully, I should be grateful and on most days I am…but on most days I'm not burning up inside and out.
Edward looked down and shook his head. He must be tired of this same conversation, too. "Jake follows orders. It's his job to report to me."
Tired or not, like always I try to explain this to Edward. "Don't you think -"
I guess Edward picked up on my tone because his words came out quick and curt. "How many times am I going to say this? It's my job to protect you and I will do it the way I see fit."
"Is that how you see this…" I gestured between us. "That's what you think of me as…a job?"
Edward's eyes tightened with a frown as he put his hand over his heart. "You can honestly stand there and ask me that?" When I looked up at Edward I could see the hurt across his eyes.
Hurt that I put there. If I had doubts about Edward caring, that look on his face right there erased every last one. "I didn't come over here to argue, Bella. I'm fucking tired…you want me to go, say so and I'll leave."
My eyes stung and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't want him to go…not now, not ever.
Biting my quivering lip to hold back the onslaught of inevitable tears, I stood there looking up at his angry eyes and just shook my head. That was the best I could do. I didn't trust my voice enough to speak.
"Fuck-" He grabbed my left arm, pulled me to his body and wrapped his arms around me. "You're…it's important…keeping you safe…it's something that-" He pulled away to wipe the tears off my cheek with his thumb. "Can you try to understand and not fight me on this?"
I buried my tear streaked face in his shirt and shook my head. "I don't want to fight." I squeezed him and he squeezed me back.
"What do you want me to do?" He whispered against my hair.
"Stay." I'm surprised he heard me. My voice got caught and the words barely made it to my own ears.
He cupped my cheeks in his big hands and leaned low to look me in the eye while the pads of his thumbs softly stroked my cheek bones. "If I stay, no more tears. Seeing you cry like that…I don't know – it's fucked up. I don't like it."
It was still too hot but I didn't bitch about it anymore.
Not one more peep.
I was done arguing.
Since I share a room…make-up sex was out. So we sat on the couch and watched the TV. Much to Edward's dismay 'Step Brothers' was still running on an endless loop. As much as he says he thinks it's stupid, I say he's full of it. He mumbled something about these quacks not being able to find their way out of a paper bag with a set of blue prints but I still see him laughing – sometimes even more than me. There have even been times when I've caught Edward singing 'Boats and Hos' out of the clear blue too. Edward just shrugs it off and says that's his favorite part.
I think it was growing on him. You know how the first time you see a movie you think it sucks ass…but then you see it again for some reason and all the sudden it's funny as hell. Some movies are like that. They get so built up by the media you just have really high expectations…it's an inevitable let down. Then when you come across it again you're already thinking this is gonna suck…but then you like it? I think it's like that for Edward.
Pirates of the Caribbean was like that for me. Then again maybe I should have been paying more attention to the plot and less time lusting over JD. In the end I had no idea what was going on and to top it off I was just horny as hell. Now I love the movie…the pirate eye candy helps but all and all it's still a good flick.
It got later but it still didn't get any cooler. The movie ended a long time ago, but I left the TV on anyways. And the occasional beverage commercial only made things worse. The moisture on the tall glasses of Country Time Lemonade did nothing but remind me of the dewiness dripping off my ass.
I was so uncomfortable and nothing seemed to bring relief.
I laid there on the cramped couch, tank top rolled up to my boobs, wearing boy shorts and still sweating. Since it was late, and just us, Edward shed his pants and shirt too. His naked chest pressed against my back and his warm hand rested over my sweaty stomach. His body always sends a rush of heat through mine…but this was not the good kind of heat. This was just miserable. I cringed from the extra heat of his hand and rolled away for a little space.
Funny, those first few nights I spent with Edward on this small ass couch I couldn't get close enough. Tonight, I couldn't seem to get far enough.
He quickly removed his hand and held it palm out in the air. "I know." I was glad he knew it wasn't him. He tried to move back for a little extra breathing room too and let his hand fall behind his head, over the arm of the couch.
I was so tired but too hot to sleep.
I kept shifting in the small space trying to get some relief. I felt Edward swatting and pulling at my hair. "You hair…shit it just clings to my face. Jesus, it's hot. I can't even fucking breath…I'm gonna go out to smoke."
Edward reached over me and grabbed for his pants. He rolled over me and stood to pull his pants up his muscular legs and over his hips. I rolled over on my back and took up the whole couch. Edward's fingers worked on zipping up but his attention was focused elsewhere. His green eyes looked so dark in the shadows as they scanned down the short hallway to the bedrooms.
I watched in confusion as Edward quietly moved to get his jacket and when he pulled out his gun, my eyes bugged out.
"What's that for?" I whispered. It had been dark and quiet for so long, for some reason it seemed scary to use a regular voice.
He held up his finger to silence me. My ears tried to tune into whatever it was he was listening to, but I didn't hear anything… at first.
Then I heard it.
The window rattling and slowly sliding up.
"That's Jessica," I blurted quickly.
Edward looked over at me, a deep 'v' etched into his forehead as he waited for further explanation.
I held up my finger indicating he should wait and listen. In a whisper I counted back from 5 and as if on cue, when I counted one, a loud thump hit the floor.
"Yup, that's Jess." There was a second thump so I added, "And sounds like she has some company."
Wonderful…this night keeps getting better and better
"Jake just put in that door, so I know there's nothing wrong with it. She can't come in like a normal human being? She's got to use a window…come crawling in like a cat burglar?"
"Yes. Well, no…I mean-" I stopped my stammering and looked at Edward to gage his mood. The fact that his lips were pursed and his jaw was moving back and forth was a telltale sign that this wasn't going to go over well.
"Bella, my patience is about to check the fuck out." His tone is demanding and firm…yet still calm. And not in a good way either.
"Could you just maybe-" I decided asking him to keep his voice down was a bad idea. It wasn't that he was yelling, he doesn't have to yell to have you quaking in your shoes, but I'm sure Jessica could probably still hear him. He wasn't raising his voice, but he wasn't exactly whispering either.
"Bella, what the fuck are you talking about? Could I what?"
"Nothing. Ok, just never mind. Jessica…the door..." Shit I can't even pull a sentence together. "…see, she forgets her keys and doesn't want to wake anyone up."
"So that window is left opened?" Edward pointed down the hall towards Jessica's closed bedroom door before looking incredulously back at me. "That's what you're telling me? Bella, what the fuck-"
"Shhh! " I whisper, "Not all the way opened…just unlocked."
"Unlocked? And that makes it ok? Jesus Christ…why don't you make it easier - put out a welcome mat. Maybe then the neighborhood would get the fucking invitation...is that what you want? Anyone and his uncle could come through there and you wouldn't even know. What the fuck's wrong with you?"
I knew he was right. It wasn't safe. "What do you want me to do?"
Edward ran his hands through his messy hair and spat out a bunch of shit in Italian I didn't understand. Really I didn't need to. He was pissed. I get it.
He needed to understand that this wasn't my apartment. I barely even paid for half the rent. Mostly I was just a live-in maid. This was Jessica's place and it's not like there were currently any other options. Living here wasn't ideal, not by any means. I did so out of necessity. "It's not my –"
Edward's hard eyes pinned me still as he stood tall, pointing at me in warning. "Don't say it, Bella. Do not fucking say it!"
My eyes broke contact with his penetrating glare and focused on my bare foot instead. "I'm sorry."
And I was.
Not for any one single thing - just sorry for everything. Sorry for being bitchy today. Sorry about James. Sorry about Jessica. Sorry about this fucked up living arrangement.
"Sorry? Bella that's-" He turned from me shaking his head from side to side. "I wasn't – I'm not…fuck!" He shoved his hands roughly through his hair and his posture relaxed some as he started again. "Is it right for her to do that…put you and the baby in danger? Is it? Would you be that reckless…putting Adrianna or your friend in danger like that? Would that be ok?"
I didn't think anything I could say would make it better so I just listened and shrugged my shoulders in response. Having money means you have choices and options. When you don't have money, you make do with what you have. This wasn't something he was going to understand.
And this wasn't how I pictured tonight going and it didn't really help that we could now hear Jessica's ridiculous moans. I couldn't help but think that they sounded as fake as her blonde hair…but I chose to keep that thought to myself. Edward didn't look like he'd find much humor in anything right now.
The night didn't get much better from there and in the end Edward did leave but not before a strict warning about keeping that window locked. I knew that Edward would check on that window next time he was here, so I'd make sure to keep it locked. I guess Jess could just call or something if she gets locked out and I'll just have to let her in. He was still pissed when he left and I didn't hear from him at all the next day.
In fact I would have thought he dropped off the face of the earth all together if it wasn't for the morning wakeup call pounding at the door promptly at seven am. The brand new window unit with turbo power whatever that showed up and was installed didn't do much for my mood either. I knew it was Edward's doing and I probably should have texted a thank you with some hugs and kisses, but I didn't. When the day went on and I didn't hear from him either…well it was my turn to be pissy.
I only worked four hours that next day, so I had plenty of time to think, reflect and to be honest stew a bit. I kept wondering if this…whole relationship thing was such a good idea. It's not like I just have myself to consider any more. If I want to be a complete masochist and have my heart broken that's one thing – but I couldn't bear for Adrianna's heart to be crushed if things didn't work out.
She has really taken a liking to Edward and doesn't deserve any more disappointment in her little life. She talks him up to anyone that will listen. After he got Finnegan for her, he became like her own personal super hero.
This revelation is bitter sweet.
I have learned the hard way that it's possible to never really know somebody. I remember in high school, my English teacher passed out two copies of a blank mask to everyone. On one mask we were to write down how others might see us. On the other mask we were to write down how we'd like others to see us. And that's just it. Whether it's intentional or not, people hide behind masks and change their face to suit their own needs.
At one time James was like my super hero…look how that turned out.
The day he stopped to change my flat tire and then sweet talked his way into getting my number – I should have told him to get bent right then and there.
But again…bitter sweet. I love Adrianna too much to regret completely.
His uncle was Charlie's partner back then, so I'd see James at the charity softball games put out by the police department from time to time. He had this way of talking that made it seem like you were the most important thing in the world. He'd listen intently to every word I said too, his attention would never waver…he'd always have the right words or he'd ask the right questions and it just made you feel special. Like nothing else mattered but you.
Getting to know James was like opening Pandora's Box. On the exterior he's intriguing, his confidence and good looks easily draw people to him. You don't see what's lying beneath the surface until the door is opened and it's too late. In that regard he is truly a predator and menacing in every sense of the word.
In living life one should know the difference between right and wrong or good and evil. It's just not always easy. Good and evil are just names, but they're slippery enough that they're untrustworthy. Their lines can easily blur, making it difficult to see the difference. And in life you can't have one without the other.
Behind that badge and underneath that friendly smile, James is the epitome of evil. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, literally. While I know there are things Edward does that are wrong, I do honestly believe him to be a good person. I don't know how I know this and I don't know why I trust him…I just do. My judgment may have been lacking in the past and there aren't words to explain it…it's just different with Edward. For one, Edward doesn't destroy for the sake of destroying. And two, there's something there beneath the surface, a comfort of sorts when he's near. It's strange but I notice it more so in his absence…a restlessness takes over making it difficult to even sleep. It's like a nervousness sets in and I have to constantly be in motion to dispel some of the energy. From episodes of crazy house cleaning to marathon baking…it doesn't really matter because nothing completely relieves the uneasiness but him.
Life is funny.
Sometimes the monsters that chase us don't have three heads and lurk only in the shadows and sometimes the angels that save us don't wear halos and float down from heaven.
