Chapter 5

I've always viewed my parents as open-minded.

They didn't care what religion I was, if any. They didn't care what school I chose or what I majored in as long as I was happy. The same was said for whatever career path I chose. They'd set certain boundaries when I was younger; midnight curfew on the weekends, ten on weekdays, but as long as I kept my grades up and stayed out of any major trouble, they were pretty easy-going.

I wanted to go into this dinner hopeful that their easy-going attitudes would remain intact. They both knew Edward well. After all, I'd been friends with Eddie since I was about fourteen and spent countless hours at his house throughout high school, just as he had at mine.

It went beyond that, though. My parents and Edward had graduated high school together, and at one point in time they would have probably been considered friends. My parents stayed in Seattle after graduation, finding out shortly after that my mother was pregnant with me. Edward had moved to California for school, where he had sowed his wild oats a little too well, and nine months later Edward Cullen, Jr. was born.

He'd come from money, though, which made it all the easier to provide for his new little family and continue with college. He tried for years—for Eddie's sake, mainly—to make his relationship with Kate work. Kate refused to follow him back to Seattle after graduation, claiming that she tried, that she loved Eddie, but she just wasn't cut out to be a mom. Full custody was awarded to Edward, and he headed back to Seattle to work with his father.

It was a little over ten years later that I met Eddie in biology class where we became fast friends, and our parents were reintroduced.

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"Edward?" I called up the stairs, trying to figure out which room he was stomping around in.

"In the bedroom!" he called back. I made my way up the stairs, stepping into the bedroom and stopping to watch him as he smoothly tied his tie around his neck.

"Is where we're going really all that fancy that you need a tie?"

He hummed quietly and I caught sight of his eyes in the mirror. I had never seen him look so uneasy before.

"Are you going to be okay?" I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "I can call and cancel. I shouldn't have pressured you—"

"Stop. I'm nervous as fuck, even though I'm not sure why you aren't. We need to take this step. I want to be with you, and I don't want to hide. Age is just a number, right?" He gave me a small smile.

"Right." I returned his smile. "I was thinking maybe I could relax you a little?" I let my hands travel down his chest to his waist where I gripped his belt. "We could get rid of some of this nervous energy."

"I—not before meeting with Renee and Charlie, sweetheart. How can I sit there straight faced, knowing I literally just fucked their daughter?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "You didn't have any qualms about it last night, or the night before." I gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. "But I guess if you're not up for it, I'll just get changed." I dropped my shirt to the floor, turning to walk into the closet where I had a few of my things stashed.

"Stop." I knew that voice. It was rough and deep, and more than likely meant I was going to get what I wanted. "Get over here, Isabella."

I turned on my heel, walking slowly toward him. "How long have you been walking around without a bra?" he demanded, pulling me against him.

I bit my lip, glancing up at him. "Awhile," was the only answer I gave him. It was fun to stir him up every once in a while.

"Awhile," he ground out. "Did you go to class like this? Did you let others see what's mine?"He reached out, cupping my breasts and running his thumbs roughly against my already peaked nipples. "What am I going to do with you?"

His hands slid from my breasts down to my waist where his fingers slipped inside the front of my leggings. "Fuck, and no panties? You were practically naked today!"

He growled, running his middle finger through my folds, finding me already slick and ready for him. I moaned loudly, falling against his chest as he found my clit, flicking at it quickly.

"Is this what you wanted, Isabella?"

I shook my head; as much as I loved his touch, I wanted more. "No," I breathed out.

"No? Well, what did you want, then?" He slipped his finger inside me, causing me to gasp loudly.

"Your cock," I moaned. "Fuck, I want your cock."

"Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl." He gripped my face with his other hand, kissing me roughly. "Get out of these things." He gestured to my leggings. "Then bend that ass over my bed. I'll give you what you want."

In no time, I shed my leggings and had myself ready for him. As he stood behind me, I heard him pull the zipper down on his pants, and then the loud clunk of his belt buckle meeting the hardwood floor.

"This isn't going to be gentle, so you better fucking hold on." His breath was hot against my ear as I felt him line up with me before he slammed into me.

"Fuck," he grunted. "You're so fucking tight like this." The pace he set was rough and demanding as he slammed into my pussy over and over again, so much so that I could hardly catch my breath. "Is this what you wanted? Huh? Look at you, taking my cock like such a good girl."

"Oh, shit, yes, Edward," I moaned loudly.

He reached in between us, his fingers rubbing and pinching at my clit furiously. "You need to come, Bella," he growled. "Fuck, come on my cock, baby. Now."

I whimpered and bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. As my orgasm washed over me in intense waves, I heard him curse behind me as he spilled deep inside of my pussy.

I fell to my stomach, trying desperately to catch my breath as he laid down beside me.

"Do you feel better?" I turned my head toward him just in time to watch him roll his eyes.

"You know sex doesn't fix everything, right?"

"Answer my question! Do you feel better, or not?" I rolled closer to him, grasping his tie and pulling him toward me.

"Yes, I feel less stressed. You need to go get in the shower, though. The last thing I need is for you to smell like sex and give Charlie another reason to kill me."

"It's going to be fine, you'll see." I kissed him softly before hopping out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready for the night.