She Rocks My World

80's Rocker, Edward Cullen, is the frontman for the enormously popular band, Cullen.

He's every woman's dream; handsome, wealthy, and talented, but the elusive rocker has something to hide until an overwhelmingly gifted, doe-eyed beauty steals his heart at first sight and sound.

A/N: I continue to thank my Beta, Fran, for fixing my commas and such. Also, having amazing patience with my late updates.

I apologize to all of you for this late update. RL sometimes is overwhelming. I thank you for hanging out with me. Any mistakes are my own.

Chapter Twenty: The Hard Work with a Nap

EPOV

"And don't repeat this, but I do enjoy my afternoon nap," I admit to my father.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, Dad chuckles and removes the blood pressure wrap from my arm. "Well, they've done you some good. I got the test results back this morning, and you're released from your house arrest." He points. "But don't go back to your old habits." After tucking the bp contraption into his bag, he stands.

"Not possible with Bella, Ali, and Christy," I say. "They're the tyrant trio."

"As long as you follow our instructions, you won't have any problems."

"I want IN my studio."

"We should celebrate," Dad coyly remarks.

"Meaning, Mom wants us over for dinner?"

"Well, she took the call from the lab, and spoke to ` before I could take a breath." He bargains, "Now, if you continue with an afternoon rest, I may spring you out early, and tell your mother that you need to get home. What you do after that, I have no knowledge." He smirks.

"You're my favorite parent."

He laughs. "Until you eat your mother's pot roast."

"She's making pot roast?"

"With tiny potatoes that you can now eat."

I smile.

But once I agree to this feast, Mom calls to say something is wrong with her crockpot and we plan for tomorrow night. Dad rushes out to buy her a new one.

Hey, this works out better; I can head to the studio.

All is dark and quiet with only the panel board lit in the engineering room. A lone figure sits in my chair.

Bella looks up with headphones on frowning at me. "What are you doing in here?"

"It's more like what are you doing here so early?"

"I had a change I needed to make. So, what are you doing out of bed?" she admonishes.

With my hands raised in surrender, I plead my case, "I was given the green light from Dad. He just left."

Bella jumps from the chair and onto me cupping my jaw and kissing my cheeks. "This is great." More kisses.

I don't have the heart to stop her until I capture her lips.

With our mouths still together, Bella mumbles, "You're three weeks ahead."

I break away and catch my breath. "Having three serious nurses did the trick."

She soothes my hair. "You have to give yourself some credit." She giggles. "You finally listened."

I sway us back and forth. "I really didn't have a choice. It was time for me to get a clue or Emmett would have kicked my ass."

"I wouldn't have feared Emmett, the Teddy Bear. Ali's more threatening," she gasps.

"You may be right."

She hums biting her bottom lip. "So, we have three extra weeks."

"I think we need to take a long weekend, you and me."

"Oh, where would you like to go?"

"My house in L.A. We'll have no interruptions."

And from the stairway, Christy harshly shouts, "I hope you're not down there, Edward."

Bella answers, "All's clear, Christy. Carlisle says he's good to go."

"Well, whoo hoo, Edward, I'm making you bacon, eggs, and toast!"

"I'm all about it, after I listen to all the tracks!"

"Okay, you have about forty-five minutes!" she orders.

Bella and I go through everything, one by one. There are strong songs for each album, and very little I want to change. Ria has drawings in a folder, and I go through all of them. For the covers,Bella's favorites are my picks, too. I see our similarities and taste in music, but there's more. She's so much more to me. As she listens with her head down, I take in her profile; her small, upturned nose, tiny freckles over her cheeks, and long, dark lashes that fan over her pale skin are naturally beautiful to me.

I don't realize I'm stroking her jawline and moving her hair to one side. She looks up with a sweet smile, and I capture her lips. First, the kisses are gentle, so very light that they barely touch her mouth. I quickly lift her onto my lap wrapping her legs around me. With her hands in my hair and mine roaming her back, we blend into one another. Her warmth entices my growing desire.

Bella breaks the kiss leaning her head back gasping for air as I attack her neck and bite along her ear.

She quietly purrs to my playful licks, and I exhaust, "I need you, Bella."

She nods with a slight smile.

With quick movements, I release myself, pushing up her skirts, pulling her thong over, and burying my cock deep within her. She freezes and I stop. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, just give me a minute to adjust to your size."

"I'm sorry. I had no control with you."

"It's okay." She squeezes me tight. "You can move."

I slowly draw myself out and carefully slide back in. Bella places her hands on my shoulders and lifts up to sink back down following my motion.

Our dance is smooth and builds with the heated friction. My hands tighten on her hips, and I lean forward to suck a bare nipple through her T-shirt. She presses her chest closer to me, and I switch to the other. Impatient, she reaches her hands to the hem of her shirt and tosses it over her shoulders. Her warm skin and taunt pebbles wrinkle with every pass of my tongue. My hands ride up her back as I bring her breasts closer.

Her taste, and the perfect size of each mound edges me on faster. I thrust consistently with a powerful desire I have yet to know. My strength doesn't waver. Something within me soars to reach that higher level. We're both close to our peek, as I feel her tighten around me. Her quiet moans and whimpers melt my every sense of pleasure.

We still in our embrace, release, and listen to our heaving breaths. I feel her heart racing along with mine. And through the background silence, Christy yells, "Breakfast is ready."

A slight giggle escapes Bella, as she kisses my shoulder. "I need to go clean up."

"I'll meet you upstairs."

She carefully lifts and glides from me. The loss of her warmth tears at my thoughts and heart. I watch her skirt sway down the hallway.

With my jeans around my lower hips, I make it to the other bathroom off the studio. I turn on the light and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I smile.

Cleaning up, I head to the stairway taking two steps at a time. Maybe, just maybe, I whistle.

Bella sits at the island, as Christy places a platter of food on the counter. She looks over at me and smiles. "Oh, good, you're here."

"I'm looking forward to everything." I grab a piece of bacon, biting and shoving the entire strip into my mouth. "Hmmm, now that's breakfast."

"I found the 'no sugar' kind in a health store in PA," she proudly announces.

"I seriously don't taste a difference, Christy," I mumble.

"Well, I still don't want to bombard your system with too much. We can gradually add certain foods little by little. You know, as you get used to more carbohydrates."

I nod and grab another piece.

Christy places a plate of toast and eggs on the counter. "Okay, eat up."

She then walks to her room.

Bella asks, "You're not going to eat with us?"

"Actually, I want to get a shower, clean up, and be ready for my husband's call. Thank you, Edward, for my private line."

I smile. "You need your alone time with him." I shovel scrambled eggs, bacon, and buttered toast onto a plate and fill my face.

She winks. "So do you two." She disappears into her room.

I swallow my mouthful and look down smiling. I side-glance Bella and sigh. "She's one perceptive lady." Grabbing Bella's hand, I kiss her palm. "Sooo, after breakfast, you want to take a nap with me? Have some alone time?"

"Only if you eat everything and help me clean up."

I smile. "I could be persuaded."

"We're bargaining?" she playful coos.

"Well, I hope we can."

She stands from her stool and straddles my lap running her hands over my jaw. "What would you like?"

Wrapping my arms around her waist and smoothing my palms over her behind, I draw her closer over my anxious erection. "Maybe a continuance from the studio?"

She plays, "But I really need to go home and take a shower."

"I have five here. Take … your … pick."

It amazes me how quickly we finish our food and get the dishes into the dishwasher. There's no fooling around. She wipes the plates clean, and I load them. Bella takes a hop, and I chase her up the stairs and into my room. She turns to me backing up and taking off her T-shirt. I stare at her perfect handfuls of voluptuous flesh focusing on her hardened nipples, and stalk my prey. ''"You know, I had to put my T-shirt on backwards so Christy wouldn't see the wet spots over my breasts."

"That was very clever of you." My eyes rest on her perfect chest.

She slides out of her skirt and stands before me, a sight I will embed in my mind until the day die. "Now, you're a gorgeous feast, Bella Swan, and I have boundless energy."

I shove my boxers down along with my sweatpants and, low and behold, my feisty cock is at full attention.

Bella moans, "And all of that went into me?"

I wiggle my eyebrows. "Yeah, and it's going to do it again and again."

Once I have the temperature set, we enter the large shower. I press Bella up against the tile and run my myself through her legs. She stands on a short, wide stool Alice uses with Jasper. I don't ask why it's in my shower. I don't want to know. Yet, I get the feeling this may prove my theory.

Bella is a perfect height, and I align myself and slowly enter her warmth. As I move at at snail's pace, teasing her, she fans her fingers over the wall above her head. I place one of mine on hers and squeeze a breast with the other.

I enjoy slow withdrawals and quick, balls-deep thrusts. By Bella's reactions, she's enjoying our alone time.

I can't wait for L.A.

BPOV

As promised, Edward is fast asleep. I carefully exit the bed with the intent of making a quick bathroom stop and returning before Edward notices I'm gone.

I pass his desk and notice something sticking out of the middle drawer. I pick up the sheet music and read the song,

"It's been too long since I've kissed your lips,

Touched your skin sinking deep in your hips.

Girl, wrap yourself around me so tight.

Feel your wet heat and do me all night.

Sorry for not being there for you.

I won't mess up and I'm done. I'm through.

This man has changed. I won't tell a lie.

You have my word or I'll say goodbye.

I'm begging you for just one more chance.

I'll be your man and I'll do the dance.

I promise to live up to the plan

Maybe one day you'll give me your hand.

There couldn't be another for me.

Give you my heart and pledge you my dream.

Sing to me girl about what you need

And I'll do what it takes to succeed.

I keep thinking about my blunder.

Didn't want to pull us asunder.

Opened my eyes and knew what to do.

I just had to place my faith with you.

I'm begging you for just one more chance.

I'll be your man and I'll do the dance.

I promise to live up to the plan

Maybe one day you'll give me your hand."

I whisper, turning to look at him, "He finally gets it."

So do I.

A/N: OOOO Edward means business! They certainly made up for lost time.

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