No copyright infringement intended. This chapter stressed me out. Sorry if it sucks. lol
Esme's face is all red, and she looks like she's about to blow her top. She looks at me like she wants me to say something. Fine, I'll do her this one favor even though she deserves nothing but a kick in the fucking crotch from me.
I wrap an arm around Bella, my fingers grazing the side of her tit. Damn, that's nice. "She does. Especially in her mouth. She swallows like a good little birdie."
Fuck, now I'm imagining that shit. Her on her knees. My dick in her mouth.
"Don't tell grandma my secrets," Bella says, leaning up and pressing her lips against my neck and then sinking her teeth into my earlobe like the sinful little bitch she is.
Oh fuck.
Fuck.
Esme better walk away or close her eyes because shit's about to go down. I'm going to rip lovebird's fucking dress off and fuck her all over these sacred steps.
She wants it, I fucking know it. You don't kiss necks and bite ears and not get fucked for it. She should know the goddamn rules.
I turn my face in her direction, my nose brushing her soft skin making me shudder, more turned on than a freshly pubed teenage boy watching his first girl on girl porno.
"Edward," Esme snaps. Fuck is she still here? She's ruining the goddamn mood. Fucking cockblocking bitch.
"What? I'm busy."
"I told you not to come," she says, like we didn't hear her the first fucking time.
Bella snorts, and I shrug. "When bitches speak I don't listen." That's not completely true. I listen to Bella all the time. But she's hot and didn't fuck me over. There's a difference. There's good bitches and bad bitches. Bella's a good bitch, and Esme's just a bad bitch from the depths of hell.
"How dare you speak to your mother that way."
Is this bitch for real?
"Mother?" Bella asks. "You said your mom died six years ago." She looks up at me, smirking, and I want her to smirk on my dick, rub that smart mouth all over it. I want Esme to fucking disappear from my sight or even better - this fucking planet. Either one will do.
I nod at Bella. "Truly heartbreaking."
"Poor Mcbaby," she says, running a hand down my chest, past my stomach until her hands are nearing dick territory.
"You're being ridiculous, Edward," Esme says. "If you're here to ruin your brother's day…"
Bella's eyes widen, looking at Esme before looking up at me with those fuck me eyes. "Maybe she's a ghost," she whispers, and damn, that gives me a good laugh.
"Or a witch." I shrug.
"Both of you need to leave."
"Sure, we'll leave but not before big bro says I do."
I pull Bella past Esme and climb the steps, my fingers itching to slip inside her dress and palm her tit. It's all I can goddamn think about.
"You're so getting fucked later," I say.
"By who?"
Like she doesn't fucking know.
"I'm going to dick you so hard."
The man pulling open the church doors frowns his disapproval. Whatever, man. He's just jealous his wrinkly balls could never.
"We'll see," she says as we walk inside.
"You want it and you're gonna get it."
"Not if you get it first."
"You talk the talk but can you walk the walk?" I don't even know what I'm saying at this point. My brain's in total fuck mode.
We get a lot of looks. Well, lovebird does in that dress. I don't know if it's the tits, the ass, or the fact that her dress is white. Probably the tits, though. That's what I'd be looking at. Or the ass. I'd look at that, too.
We look like a couple of renegades in our black and white in a sea of grays and blues, but fuck all these puppets.
Bella leads me down the aisle, smiling and waving at people she doesn't even fucking know. She's a goddamn bad bitch if I ever saw one. The men drool but the women, they look straight up disgusted. What a bunch of pussies.
We get to the front, but before we can push in next to Rosalie's mom a hand grips my arm, digging in. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Ugh, you again." Bella says, rolling her eyes.
"You want to be here, fine," Esme says, eyes almost bulging right out of her head. "But you'll sit in the back."
"We'll sit where we want to sit." Bella steps forward and shoves Esme off me. My fucking hero.
"Get lost, Esme," I say, my hand pushing at Bella to keep fucking moving. "We're just here for the show."
Bella's ass looks fucking divine from this angle. I want to fuck it. Maybe not here but somewhere. Unless I could make it work here. I don't know, though. People might suspect shit if she's bouncing in my lap. Could be worth it.
Mrs. Hale is whispering some shit to Esme, glancing at us before turning back to her rude as fuck conversation.
"Do you think they're talking about us?" Bella asks, loud as fuck.
"Oh, I'm sure. Probably want to know if you're wearing underwear."
"I'm not."
Fuck.
The music starts and the side doors open, big bro making his appearance looking like a total douche. Jasper, my cousin, follows behind him, a little less douchey only because I don't hate the fucker.
Esme rushes to her seat, looking all frazzled and angry. I'm embarrassed to have come out of her fucking vagina. It makes me sick just thinking about my birth day.
"I'll be right back," Bella says, hopping up onto those heels and strutting past the Hale's, into the aisle and straight to Emmett.
His eyes widen when he gets a good look at lovebird, and I can't see her face but I'm almost positive she's giving him that sexy smirk meant to harden dicks and break poor bitches hearts.
The music is still going, bridesmaids in ugly dresses making their way down. Bella doesn't give a shit. She hugs Emmett and then turns and points at me. Emmett's eyes narrow when I wave and blow him a kiss.
Fucking pussy ass bitch.
The bridesmaids all look at Bella standing at the front of the church in her white dress, looking like a slutty bride, and when the actual bride's music starts and we all stand like bitches, Bella looks down the aisle and fucking waves.
I twist and turn my head, catching sight of whorezilla, looking all confused. Bella's dress is way fucking better than that shit.
"She's so pretty," Bella says, smiling and turning back to look at Emmett before her eyes meet mine. "Edward, doesn't she look so pretty?"
Eww, fuck, don't call me out on that shit.
"No," I say loud enough for the entire fucking congregation to hear.
Jasper chokes on a laugh and Bella fucking hugs Emmett before kissing his cheek and walking right in front of Rosalie and Mr. Hale to get back to her seat.
Esme is staring daggers at me. What the fuck did I do, shrew? Emmett's sweating. Rosalie looks like she wants to cry, and Mr. Hale is staring at Bella's tits. Fucking pervert.
Bella sits and lays her hand on my thigh, making me jump in my seat. She squeezes it, fucking with me real hard right now.
"What did you tell him?"
"That last night was so much fun."
"What?"
She grins like the devil she is. "Keep up, Edward. I made him think he was with me last night."
The thought makes me want to fuck his shit up.
"You weren't, though."
"No shit."
I fucking knew that, but the clarification is nice to hear although I can't wait to fuck that rude mouth of hers. Teach it some manners. Listen to her say please and thank you with a mouth full of dick.
The wedding goes on, and let me tell you, it's a fucking borefest. The vows are horrendous and fucking lies. Rosalie's all soft spoken like she's a nice person or something. Emmett stutters through his like a bitch.
"The bonds this couple have made today are sacred and holy, and should not be broken. But nearly every relationship is tested at one point or another, by conflict, temptation…" Emmett's eyes shoot to Bella, and you can see how roughly he swallows from here. What a dumb fuck. "...strife, and change. Will you, their loved ones, family, and friends, agree to help them keep those bonds holy, reminding them of their love for one another, and helping them cross through those stressful periods?"
The entire church says we will. Bella and I say no really fucking loud. So loud everyone goes silent and stares at us. Rosalie finally notices me - the better brother - and she goes pale white.
"Hey, sis." I lift my chin, and Bella snorts.
"Sir," the pastor - or maybe he's a preacher - says. "You have something you'd like to say?"
"No. Go on." I wave my hand for him to continue, and I feel Bella next to me getting all shifty like she's ready to fuck their shit up.
Be my guest, lovebird.
She grins at me and pats my leg before standing. "Emmy bear," she says, making her voice all sweet and fuckable. "I can't let you marry her."
Everyone gasps all fucking dramatic and shit.
Fucking posers.
"Who is she?" Rosalie asks, looking between Bella and Emmett.
Emmett looks like he's going to cry. He rubs a hand down his face, and I'm on the edge of my fucking seat waiting to see how he's going to play this shit. Big bro's looking scared.
"Last night…" he looks at Bella real hard, like he's trying to piece together a night that didn't fucking happen. What a dickhead. "...we hooked up…"
Bella starts laughing hysterically, bent over, her ass peeking at me from beneath her dress, and the little sexbird really isn't wearing underwear.
Goddamn her.
"I would never hook up with you," she says, sitting back down next to me, leaning her body into mine and wiping her eyes. "Carry on with whatever this is. I want to eat cake."
I lick my lips thinking about how I want some cake, too. If the cake's her ass. I'll eat the fuck out of that ass.
The preacher clears his throat, and I lift my head to find all eyes on me. Or on Bella. Who fucking cares.
"I think they're mad," Bella says, and we both start laughing.
Esme screams my name like the cunt nugget she is.
Jasper's holding Emmett back.
Rosalie's crying.
"Should we leave?" I whisper to Bella.
"No. I want to see him kiss the bride."
"Fuck, fine."
It might be a while, though.