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: My Beta Queen, Fran, is a lightning bolt. I'm sorry for such a delay in updating. My muse was silent for a very long time.

Chapter Twenty-one: The House in Cali (part one)

EPOV

I can be frivolous with my money. Ali can have her Scroogy, hissy fit over me taking the helicopter to Seattle and the Cullen jet to L.A., thinking I'm whisking Bella off for a romantic spin. I guess, in reality, I am to some degree.

It's my business. I can do this. I want to show Bella my house, the studios, and introduce her to the sharks that will want to steal her from me. We'll take in the nightlife, sit in meetings, and see what the city has to offer, within reason. I will follow orders. I will keep to a restricted schedule and to my diet. I need to show all of them I am a changed man who can take care of myself, and do what needs to be done. I have good reasons. I live for my music, and I love Bella.

We disembark the whirlybird, huddling together and making our way to the plane. Her eyes speak volumes as we closely sit, side by side. I get a little smile while reaching over, touching her cheek, cupping her jaw, and pulling her to me. "Are you as excited as I am?"

She smirks, "Well, how excited are you?"

I raise my eyebrows and ask a question to her, "How excited would you like me to be?"

She rolls her eyes. "You're incorrigible."

"I aim to please."

She kisses my lips. "And please, you do."

"I can't wait to show you the house. When I'm not there, I have a cleaning crew go in just before my arrival. Ali and Christie arranged for groceries to be brought in for us so we won't have to go shopping."

"You're that averse to going out?" she asks.

"No, we'll do some business," I say. "But I want to spend most of the available time with only you. It's our time to get to know one another. Ali can only call for emergencies. My mom knows I'm in good hands. Dad truly understands that I understand my limitations. The band has their own lives. Otherwise, it's … you and me."

I kiss her.

It takes eighteen minutes taxiing down the Seattle runway, two hours and nine minutes in the air, and twelve minutes taxiing the L.A. runway. The drive into the canyon and into the hills is another thirty-five minutes to my front gate. The limo service sends me the same guy when I call, and he knows the routine. We smoothly ride down the lengthy driveway to the portico. The driver opens the door, and we get out of the limo and walk to the front entrance. I'm antsy from those three and a quarter hours of travel. Holding Bella's hand, I unlock the front door and allow her to enter first with my eyes on her.

This matters to me. What if she doesn't like it? Is it too big, too ostentatious?

And then, she squelches all my fears.

She looks around. "Oh, Edward, it's amazing."

Her four words allow me to exhale a breath, as the driver brings in our bags and waves a quick goodbye.

"I love the Spanish style."

I smile. "Do you want to see the upstairs or downstairs first?"

BPOV

I hold my breath when we arrive at Edward's home. It's huge but shows charm and distinction in its Mediterranean look and rounded exteriors. I take in the second-story structure with a terracotta roof, cream-colored walls and darker stone frames around each window and side areas. It's impressive.

"Since we're already here, let's see the downstairs."

As we step into the foyer area, there is a double, black-curved, wrought iron banister with the designs of a staff and musical notes trailing up the stairway. I run my hands over a treble clef note that stands erect at the bottom of each side, and glide my eyes over each following note. I ask, "Sheet music?" I huff. "Edward, are they songs?"

He broadly smiles. "Yes, it's our first hit song."

I shake my head with pride and whisper, "There's no end to your talent."

He rolls his eyes and turns beet red. "When I bought the house, Jasper and I stared upward, and he joked about 'Stairway to Heaven', and I knew what I wanted to do."

"I love it."

He leans down and whispers, "I'm glad you do."

My eyes scan, and I realize that all the walls continue the cream color from the outside.

We veer toward the left, and I peek into the dining room. There's a large, dark wood, oval table in gray, which seats ten in front of three, paned, glass bay windows framed in heavy burgundy drapes with matching chairs and dark gray padded cushions. The massive hutch against the back wall displays porcelain dinnerware, crystal goblets, and souvenir shot glasses from around the world.

Edward sees my questioning frown. "Mom picked out the dinnerware. I prefer paper plates, but the shot glasses are an obsession of mine."

I nod. "Good to know."

We enter the kitchen and once again, I fall in love with gray marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, dark cabinetry, and two islands with a slew of stools. Edward opens a full refrigerator.

He laughs, "I don't have a clue about food preparations."

I confess, "Well, you're in luck, I do."

"Beautiful, and can cook too? I'm a lucky man."

I taunt, "You sure are."

He smiles and pecks my lips. "That's where we eat." He nudges his head to the right.

There's a breakfast nook that seats six. We head down a hallway that takes us to a guest room with its own bath. Edward turns us around; we pass the kitchen and enter a full-size laundry room, which leads to an exit through the three-car garage.

I learn something very important about Edward. He loves speed. "Ali had mentioned your love of cars, but I never thought …"

With pride, Edward introduces me to his ladies. "These are the only girls in my life, Bella, other than you."

"They must have cost a small fortune," I say while peeking into the candy red Lamborghini. The beige leather has red stitching. "Customized?"

He shyly whispers, "A little. That's Sadie."

"How fast does she go?"

"Sadie Girl goes from zero to sixty in two point seven seconds. She's pretty fast." He points to the black Ferrari. "And, Fannie, about the same. That's why I bought them."

"Have you gone from zero to sixty?"

He smiles. "I'll take you for a ride."

I gasp, "But not at those speeds!"

He laughs and wraps his arms around me. "I promise to take it slow."

We sway. "Oh, Edward, you don't do anything slow."

"Yes, I can." He slowly kisses me until my legs turn to goo. I break the slow burn and step back clearing my throat. "The tour?"

"Yeah, right."

He takes my hand walking back into the kitchen to a large, open area with multiple groups of sofas, chairs, and TVs. There's a small fireplace to the left and built-in shelves packed with books, pottery, and many small, framed pictures of the family. An old library ladder with rollers reaches about twenty feet from top to bottom stands to the right. The tile floors are the same terracotta as the roof with rugs of Italian print scattered throughout the room. It's colorful but not blinding.

We enter the master suite.

"This is Jazz and Ali's room." He wiggles his fingers, laughing, "You can tell by the mix of the girlie/manly decor."

I ask, "They don't own a house here?"

"None of them do. They stay with me. Emmett and Garrett have side-by-side rooms with their own bathrooms upstairs. The other master suite is mine. There's one more large space that has all my instruments."

"You didn't build a studio here?"

"No, we go into the city to record. We'll drop by tomorrow, then grab dinner at the MC, the Musicians Club."

"I've heard Emmett talking with Rose about it. He was suggesting she have a regular open mic night for bands."

"Yeah, we used to test our new songs with other musicians. It's a great place. But when we're not touring or promoting, we're home in Forks."

"Quite a different image from the one you portrayed."

He huffs and shakes his head. "I wasn't acting out the part of the badass rocker."

"No, you weren't." I squeeze his hand. "I'm glad you're feeling better."

"That's all your doing."

"I think Dr. Ye` deserves the credit."

He draws me in and kisses my neck. "I think you, because there would have been no Dr. Ye` without ye!"

I burst out laughing.

Leaving the Ali/Jasper room, we walk to the left through a formal sitting area and ascend the stairs to the second level. The living room is an open view as we pass down the hallway. There are two identical, long rooms at the end with their own bath suites, and huge walk-in closets; Emmett and Garrett's 'caves'. Between the two, there's another laundry space. I guess no one wants to travel to wash their clothes.

Edward has one room set up for the band's equipment.

We enter his master suite through double doors and pass a small hallway. On the right side is the bedroom. Edward has a king-size platform bed, dark hardwood floors, a high dresser and a huge, pear-shaped, clear vase filled with colorful guitar picks. The bathroom area is enormous with the terracotta tile flooring, two massive, walk-in closets that separate the private toilet area. "This is the one thing I didn't like in the house. It's claustrophobic in there," Edward moans.

The step-up, large roman tub has a two-way fireplace that separates the bath from the study. It, too, has a walk-in closet on the left and a bay window draped in burgundy on the right. The lighting is bright and warm. There is a small keyboard, stool, and guitars throughout the space.

I turn to look at him. "There's so much to see.

He takes my hand. "Okay, I've got one more thing."

Quietly, we walk down the stairs to the back entrance. To the right, there is a tri-level, wooden deck with lounge chairs, tables, and umbrellas. A lengthy brick barbecue stands in a makeshift outdoor kitchen. To the left, an English garden that morphs into a bridge and Japanese trees and flowers.

Edward bends to my ear and whispers, "Mom couldn't decide on an English or Japanese garden, so she did both."

I marvel at the beauty. "She amazes me how she blended the rose bushes with orange blossom trees."

I look out from at the hills with homes in every crevasse, and the infinity pool gives me the feeling of hanging over the edge.

"It's an amazing home, Edward."

He asks, "Would you change anything?"

I huff. "I'm a small-town girl. This is beyond any expectation."

He holds me tight. "I'd like to see you here with me; everyone. I even have room for your band."

I laugh. "Yeah, you do. Hotel Cullen."

He stands behind me with his arms around my shoulders, and his chin leaning on my head. "The sunsets are beautiful here."

"I can imagine."

"Are you hungry?"

Perfect timing, my stomach growls. "I guess so."

Edward grabs my hand, and with determination, he leads me back through the house to the garage. "Which car would you like to take?"

I smile. "It doesn't matter to me. Whatever you like."

He opens the passenger door to the Ferrari. I start to get in but Edward cups my face, kisses the tip of my nose, and says, "I won't drive too fast."

Ya, right!

He handles the car with ease, and I feel as though I could take a nap lying so low. But with each turn, I sway from side to side. If I didn't have the seatbelt on, I'd be out the window.

"You okay?"

I smile. "I now know your torture."

Edward heartily laughs, "I'm being good."

I roll my eyes. "If this is good, I can imagine your bad."

He smirks. "Oh, that's for later."

I open my mouth but say nothing.

We roll into the parking lot of 'Rae's Diner', a sixty's feel restaurant that rocks breakfast from nine AM to four PM. Its narrow length, and large plate glass windows showcase the views of a long, pale blue, Formica counter, dark, blue-padded stools with backings, red-padded booths that outline the perimeter, and speckled linoleum floors that sparkle with great shine. With twenty-five years under their belt, they crisp up the best bacon and serve the tastiest pancakes in the city of angels.

Holding my hand, Edward leads us to a booth in the back, allows me to squeeze in first, as the waitress quickly greets us, fills our glasses with water and leaves two menus. We silently scan the choices.

"I think I'd like breakfast," I say.

"Me, too. Eggs, bacon, toast and a decaf?"

Within minutes, we feast on morning pig and guzzle down some serious Joe.

Edward wipes his mouth with a napkin and kisses my free hand. "I need to make a few calls when we get home, then we can rest."

I inwardly take a sigh of relief and mumble to myself, "Oh good, he's not going to run himself ragged."

Sly boy does overhear my rant and whispers in my ear, "Well, I will get a little ragged … with you." He smirks.

"Looking forward to it." I smile with beet red cheeks.

Edward does keep his word. Not only do I have red cheeks from top to bottom, I have a burn for more of him, forgetting my fear at the deep end of the pool and taking in the view of the valley. We exhaust one another without taking a lap. As my arms lean over the corner of the eternity rim and my bikini bottoms sink to the floor, Edward deeply slides within me from behind stretching my walls to full capacity. The burn excites and ignites every nerve of my body. He slowly moves and deliberately aims over my sensitive clit with every thrust of his thick head and length, teasing in his snail-like pace. His lips attached to my neck with his breath warming my ear. "Are you comfortable?"

I hum, "I'm enjoying every movement."

"I promise I won't let you fall."

I turn to look at him. "I know."

With a peck on my lips, Edward tightens his grip on my hips as he secures his stance. My legs freely float while my waist hugs the pool and Edward's closeness. He quickens his strokes as the water splashed up and over us.

"I'm getting close, Bella."

I swallow. "Just don't stop."

Holding my left hip, he reaches down with his right and massages my middle. "Come for me, Baby."

The sound of his pleas sets a timer off in my head, and my orgasm bursts into flames as I quietly moan in blind pleasure.

When I believe he's about to finish, he continues his rapid dance humming, "I wanna do this again."

And we do with an earth-shattering quake of numbness from overwhelming satisfaction feeling Edward's release.

I lay my face flat on the edge, heavily breathing with Edward clinging tightly to me. He whispers into my ear, "That was the best raggedy climax I've ever had."

I exhale a 'ditto' to him.

After a long nap and two more Kamikaze crashes of releasing the bomb, we shower and dress.

Edward saunters toward me in a black pullover, leather jacket, and dark jeans wearing converse sneakers. I slip on my heels and stand from the bench while Edward eyes Ali's LBD tightly hugging my hips.

He kisses my cheek drawing near me. "I'm going to have to stick close to you tonight."

I shake my head. "Don't be silly."

He smirks. "You'll see."

We live the house and head to the Musicians Club.

EPOV

And see, she does. The hungry sharks circle the fresh meat as we search for an empty table. My name echoes from the predators across the room.

Their eyes focus on my girl.

The wave us on.

I smoothly wrap my arm around her waist and bend to her ear. "The show's about to begin."

A/N: Ooo, meeting the Marauders on their own turf. Will Edward keep his cool or will Bella show a different side?

Edward's cars: 1983 red Lamborghini Countach LP500S beige interior and a 1983 BLACK FERRARI 512 BBI with black interior.

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