Lemon
The Decision
I shift beginning to stand.
"Wait," he cries grabbing my arm.
Even if I try I can't move. His grip on me is too strong.
"Jacob. I'm sorry. I can't give you what you want. Edward is who I want," I shake my head.
"I can change your mind " he pleads, "You could be with me instead."
"I love Edward," I say firmly, "maybe you should go."
"You can love more than one person," the desperation is intense, "Please. I've kept this inside for so long. Then you met him. When he proposed I felt my heart shatter and just knew I had to try to stop it. But I was stationed overseas. But then I got leave just in time for the wedding and I swore I'd try to change your mind. I'll make you happy."
"Why now? You never ever showed interest like that," I say.
"I guess I hid it well. I thought about it and I just couldn't sit back and let the woman I love marry someone else," he says.
"I can't, Jake. He is who I want," I say.
"He can't love you like I will," Jake begs squeezing my arm.
"Please let me go," I whisper trying to pull away.
"Not until you change your mind. I'll help you out of this. We'll have Mason," he pleads.
"Hey," Edward clears his throat, "I'll be fucking damned if I let you touch my woman like that ever again. But my kid. If you ever touch my son, I'll end you."
His expression is nothing but smug fury. I felt like an idiot. For years I'd denied anything but friendship. Because that was what I thought this was. But it wasn't. Not to Jacob.
"I think you should probably let my fiance's arm go now. Then you should pack your shit and leave," Edward walks over to me tugging me free from Jacob's grasp.
"Edward," I warn.
"How about you let her decide," Jacob growls.
"By the look of that ring on her finger, it seems like she already has," Edward says.
"Bullshit. She's not going to settle. Soon enough she'll realise the mistake and rush back to her best friend," Jacob says.
I don't even see the beginning of the movement, just Edward's hand wrapped around Jacob's neck.
"Stop! Emmett. Help!" I scream out.
"Get the hell out of my house," Edward growls, "fucking look at her again and I'll tear you a brand new asshole."
Jacob shoves out at him knocking Edward back slightly. It's enough to land a punch on Edward's cheekbone. A nice big bruise for the wedding pictures.
"Hey," Emmett barges out Jasper hot on his heels.
Jasper pulls back Edward as Emmett manages to contain Jacob with a single hand.
"Alright, enough Edward," Jasper soothes.
"Bella," Jacob pleads.
"You need to leave," I shake my head, "You can't be here. I can't let you wreck my wedding."
I can't look at him. The hurt across his face is too much to handle. I had no idea what to say or think. As Emmett pushes him away ensuring he actually leaves I sift through memories.
Did I do anything to lead him on? I was unable to find any examples.
It's not until bed that night do the tears completely unleash. My wedding was just days away and the one person I pictured there wasn't going to be there.
"Hey. Mason is all rugged up," Edward closes the door behind him but stops short when he notices the tears, "Oh darling."
His face has purpled now.
Once his arms wrap around me I feel safe. Safer to unleash, letting the hurt really sink in.
"I'm so sorry," he whispers.
"Why did he do this?" I gasp out.
"I don't know beautiful. I'm not going to let you go that easy though. You're who I am marrying. No man will stop that," he kisses my head.
Together we cuddled until the crying came to a stop. He calmed me. He put some sort of chick flick movie on which became background noise. All I focused on was his warmth. His fingers draw patterns on my back, while my head moves with his chest. A pillow that slowly moves up and down. Rising and peacefully falling.
"Tonight is our last night together," he says smoothly, "Your bridesmaids will take you off me tomorrow."
Smiling I trail my fingertips down his stomach to his waistband.
"It's our last time to be together like this," I say, "Just engaged. But after tomorrow we'll be married."
"That's true," his hand reaches out to grab mine, halting it on his stomach.
I sit up on my elbow so that I can twist to look down at him. He smirks pulling my face down so that I can accept his sweet kiss. It's filled with passion and I can feel his love for me through the connection. His hands move around my body tugging at clothes as the go.
It doesn't take long at all. Each time we do this we set new records. Records to see how quick we can get our clothes off. Naked beneath him he takes his sweet time. Laying soft, open mouth kisses on my neck, chest, lips.
When that incredible mouth finds itself in between my legs he kisses each thigh. Like he's making a trail just for him.
"My baby," he mutters, "I can't wait to say I do. I do to love."
He stops talking to lay a kiss near my knee.
"I do to friendship."
A kiss to my inner thigh on the other leg.
"I do to forever."
A kiss to the other thigh.
"I do to Isabella Marie Swan."
His mouth kisses the skin above my clit. I bite my lip, my heart soaring as his mouth clamps down on me. His tongue flicks and swirls perfectly. I moan in appreciation as he gets to work with a job all too familiar. One that I'll never tire of him performing. His mouth sucks and tastes me until I begin to buck under him.
The grip holding me onto the bed strengthens, keeping me in place. Right where he wants me.
"I'm close," I gasp out.
He doesn't show a second of mercy continuing the pleasure. If anything it amps up. Until I am coming for him. Only for him always.
When he sits back, even with that nice bruise the smug look drives me wild. Attractive without trying.
"I love you," he smiles kissing up my body.
"I love you," I breathe out.
"Promise me you'll be mine forever," he says resting his forehead against mine.
"I will be yours forever," I nod, "But can you please finish off the job. I need you."
Wrapping my legs around him I pull him in closer.
"Whatever my wife wants, she'll get," he lines himself up with me.
As he slides deep into me he groans, hanging his head into my neck.
"Fuck," He growls.
"I promise," I whisper.
For the rest of the night, we barely sleep. Different positions and intensity we make love, we fuck. On the bed, the floor, the couch in the corner. We take our time.
Confirming he was just the correct decision.
He takes away the hurt Jacob caused, reaffirming that he's perfectly meant to be mine.
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