Hey, everyone! I'm super excited to update since it's been awhile! Thanks to all of you for sticking with me! Just so you know, I'm not an expert when it comes to bull riding. So, know that I am trying my best. I'm going to try to do some research so I can present you with the best story possible :). Hope you enjoy and please review!
BPOV:
"So, Bells, what's on the agenda for today?"
Edward bends his head down to give one of my nipples a quick kiss before he gazes up at me with a devious grin. More sex, Edward? Really? Oh goodness, who am I kidding? I'm more than fine with Edward's desire for me. More than fine, Bella? Really? You were begging for it a few hours ago.
I stretch out my sore muscles and grimace as my back creaks. Heavens, my body is still dealing with the aftereffects of that camping trip… and Edward-the man who is currently motorboating my boobs and glancing up at me with a childish grin on his handsome face. I can't help but grin in return and shoo him away, despite how much I really like his attention.
"I'm not sure," I finally reply as I lazily run my fingers through his hair. "I don't know my way around El Paso like you do. What were you thinking?"
I've been staying with him for two days now and we haven't left his house once. He's kept me very… occupied. But tomorrow I'm starting work and I know I have to get my petunia into gear. I need some new clothes, new shoes, food for the week, a place to stay… The list goes on and on. I've been so incredibly distracted with Edward, I've forgotten about everything else. I'm sure Edward has to get back to work, too. Well, back to reality then. This was fun while it lasted.
"Well, I thought you could come watch me practice this morning. Then we could get breakfast and then do whatever it is you needed to do. I'm sure you can't were your current wardrobe to work," Edward says with a snort as he glances at my clothes which are laid haphazardly around the room. "Although, I'm sure the male patrons would appreciate it."
"Yeah, I need to do a little shopping," I respond as I stare at my suitcase. My suitcase. I'm so tired of living out of my suitcase. I need my own place. I need to have some roots here in my new home. "I really hope I'm not overstaying my welcome. I've been meaning to go apartment hunting, but you've kept me in bed with you for the past few days."
Edward rolls over and stretches out beside me. "I know. I like having you all to myself." He kisses my forehead and pulls me against his side. "There's no rush on finding an apartment. I know you'll need your own space eventually, but I like having you here."
I'm sure what he really means is, "I like having you at my disposal to have sex with you whenever I want," but he doesn't say that, of course. He's too much of a gentlemen. While I'm sure he likes my company well enough, I know it's far too soon to shack up with him. I like him-well, I more than like him-so I don't want to ruin a potential for us by moving too fast.
"Thanks for saying that, but I do want my own place. I'd like to have a home here. Well, an apartment considering my budget."
He smiles at this and tilts my head up to kiss me.
While I take a shower and get ready for the day, he goes into the kitchen to make breakfast. I take a nice long shower until the water runs cold, before stepping out to get ready. Since I don't know who I'm going to meet today, I want to look my very best. I curl my waist-length hair and apply a tad more makeup than usual. As soon as I'm happy with my appearance, I slide on my most flattering pair of shorts, my favorite boots, and quickly put on my "lucky" bra before buttoning up a floral shirt that makes my cleavage look out of this world. I smile at my reflection, completely satisfied.
I remember the last time I wore this outfit. My aunt commented that I was pretty for "a girl of my size," I just about lost it with her. With an artificially sweet smile, I told her that for someone "my size" I look better than her on her very best day. My aunt could take her comments and stick them where the sun don't shine. Luckily, growing up with her backhanded compliments never caused my confidence to waver. I love my body, so I don't understand why someone else's opinion should matter to me. It is my body, after all. After the backhanded compliment I received while wearing this outfit, it has become one of my favorites-one that I feel most confident in. If I can put my aunt in her place wearing this, than I can put anyone in there place.
I exit the bathroom and walk down the hallway toward his kitchen. This house is just so damned nice. It seriously is something out of a page of Country Living. Edward has evaded my questions when I inquired after who decorated it. Honestly, I kept forgetting about his evasiveness as soon as he had me pinned underneath him. Maybe that's why he does it. I push that thought aside; I don't think he is hiding anything from me. He doesn't seem like the lying type. Besides, there's no sign of a female living with him-I checked. Maybe an ex-girlfriend decorated this, or an ex-wife…
My thoughts go blank as soon as I see Edward, shirtless, cooking up something on the stove top. It smells like bacon and eggs, and I lick my lips. I'm not sure whether I'm liking my lips in response to the sight of his muscular back, or in response to the smell of the food, either way I know I'm in for one hell of a morning.
"So, what should I expect from one of your practices?" I ask as I take a seat at his kitchen table.
He turns back to smile at me, and his eyes widen before staying glued to my chest for a moment, and I feel myself flush with pleasure. I love the way he looks at me. Forget about the food he's preparing-I'll be his feast. His breakfast, lunch, and dinner… and dessert. Heavens, if he were mine I'd never let him leave my bed.
"What to expect? Well, Bells, you'll just be watching me from the stands. It'll be like that electronic bull at the bar, except this one is living, breathing, and could do a lot of damage if it wanted to." He smiles at the last part and starts to scoop the bacon out of the pan and slide the pieces onto a plate.
"Sounds entertaining," I tease him as I watch him move around his kitchen like a very hot domestic god.
"It is," he smirks as he sets the plates of food in front of me before grabbing two cups of coffee and taking a seat.
I've never seen him eat so quickly. As soon as he sat down he started shoveling his meal down and drinking his coffee like it was a race. He's eager to get going, which only makes me more eager to see him atop a bull. His love for the sport is obvious, so I'm sure I'll love it just as much.
As soon as he's finished eating, he puts his plate in the sink, kisses me on the cheek, before jogging out of the room. His excitement is contagious. I smile as I hear the water turn on in the bathroom and consider joining him in the shower. The only thing that keeps me from acting on my desire is the fact that I'm already ready for the day. But still, the thought of his wet, muscular naked body is very tempting.
~Rodeo Nights~
Heavens, I'm nervous for him. Before he left me in the front row of the stands, he caught a glimpse of that nervousness on my face and laughed-saying that I needed to have more faith in him. "I do this for a living, Bells," he told me before giving me a quick peak and stepping away. I know he's right-I am being silly-but I just can't stomach anything happening to my man. Bella! He isn't your man… Well, at least not yet.
As I wait for him to bust out of the bucking chute, I notice a row of girls in some of the skimpiest outfits I have ever seen. Lord, people will be able to see Christmas! I can't help but watch them-they're so exuberant. I suppose I can understand why, they do want some male attention, after all. I for one have never appeared so desperate. I wouldn't be caught dead vying for a man's attention like that. I wait for them to come to me-not the other way around. With their short shorts, tight, barely there tops, and giant hair, I can understand why all of them men in the stadium pay them so much attention. I love men and I can't look away. I wonder if these are the "buckle bunnies" Edward had mentioned to me before. The ones he would take out on "dates." We all know what that means. Well isn't that just great, Bella.
With a clenched jaw and a salty demeanor, I look away. You will not get jealous; you will not get jealous; you will not get jealous. My reaction to them is silly-I know that. It's not like Edward knew me when he was doing-whatever he was doing-with these women. Well, if he did anything with them. I'm just making assumptions. However, he did mention he slept with buckle bunnies at one point in his life. When he briefly mentioned his sexual history, I wasn't jealous. However, I wasn't as invested in him-in us-at the time. Now, it's completely different. Despite my confidence, I can't help but want to go over to those overly enthusiastic girls and slap them across the face. Tone it down, Bella. Tone it down! Edward passed them by without a second glance when he left to get suited up for practice. Obviously he doesn't care about them, he cares about you.
Unable to help myself, I tug the my shirt down a tad and adjust my breasts, so my cleavage is nicely on display. Take that, buckle bunnies. At least my boobs are natural. I don't know where this ire is coming from, but I just can't help myself today, apparently. Before I can become more petty, Edward busts through the bucking chute with this strong thighs flexed with effort as he rides the powerful bull beneath him. Watching him is absolutely incredible. From the moment he's out in the arena, it's like I can feel his energy pulsing through my veins. He's so powerful, so masculine, so attractive… I just can't take my eyes off of him. He captivates me completely.
I watch the vein on his forearm pulse as he holds onto the reins with one hand, while his other muscular arm is angled in the air. His face is contorted in determination while he tries to hang on for as long as he can. My tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip and before I know it, I'm standing up from my seat to get a better look at him. So handsome… so powerful... so mine. I wonder if he'll be opposed to meeting me in one of the restrooms outside of the arena. Because my body is yearning for him in a way it never has before.
My heart catches in my throat as the bull bucks him off and he topples to the ground. I can't breath again until he raises from the ground of the arena and gives me a crooked grin. A sharp exhale passes through my lips and it takes everything in me not to jump down there and throw myself at him. I want to kiss all of his aches and pains before making him forget about them completely.
In the distance, I hear the buckle bunnies cheering him on; but it's apparent that he only has eyes for one woman, now-me. I sit back down as I wait for him to come back to me in the stands. From the look on his face, his time on the bull today was good. Of course, I don't know much about bull riding, but I doubt he would be smiling like that if his time was bad. As I wait for him to come join me, I notice one of the buckle bunnies making their way toward me.I sit up a bit straighter and jut my chest out-because, let's face it, they're one of my best assets-and give her a friendly (but obviously fake because I mean, come on) smile as she walks toward me.
"Hey," she says sweetly as soon as she reaches me.
I have to suppress an eyeroll. I usually don't judge women for the appearance-it's 2018, they can where whatever they want-but I just can't understand why she has to wear… that. Especially around my man. That's the part that probably bothers me so darn much.
"I haven't seen you around here before," she continues, her voice just as chipper and annoyingly sweet. "Are you new to the area?"
"Yep," I respond, popping my "p" and wishing she would go away. I want to get lost with Edward-preferably as soon as possible and in the public restroom if need be-not chatting it up with this chick. "I just arrived in El Paso a few days ago."
"How have you liked it so far?"
"Well, I haven't seen much of it," I say, with a petty giggle that's just as artificial as this woman is. "I've spent most of it in bed with Edward, so I haven't had much time to see much else other than the inside of his apartment." Holy cow, Isabella! Did you really just say that out loud?!
Instead of blushing, I hold her gaze and smile. She gaps at me like a fish before gaining her composure. "Well, he certainly keeps women nice and busy, doesn't he?"
"I suppose so."
I'm so wrapped up with being annoyed with her, I barely notice Edward's approach. When my eyes finally land on him, I can't help but lick my lips in need. He may be sweaty and dirty-but I still want to ride him until my thighs ache. He looks spent, but I'm sure I can remedy that.
"Bells," he greets with a crooked grin before he finally notices the woman beside me and says, "Lauren." His acknowledgement of her is brief-flippant.
However, this doesn't seem to detour her. She isn't outright flirtatious like I thought she'd be, but she makes her attraction toward him clear. As she begins to compliment him, I move to his side and slide my arm around his waist. I know we aren't technically "together," but he doesn't seem to mind that I've made my claim known. In fact, he seems downright delighted.
"Hey, babe, can you show me where the ladies room is?" I ask coquettishly as I make a show of batting my lashes at him.
He chuckles-probably because he pointed out the restrooms outside earlier-before giving me a nod. He says a "goodbye" to Lauren before ushering me out of the arena.
"Who was that?"
"Someone forgettable," he says with a smirk. "Sorry she was bothering you. She's quite the viper."
"She seems… interesting."
He laughs at this and bends down to give me a quick peck on the cheek. As soon as we reach the bathrooms, a wicked smirk tugs on my lips. There's a women's room, a men's room, and a family room which is thankfully vacant. Without uttering a word, I swing open the family room's door and tug Edward inside. While he seems confused for a moment, he doesn't protest.
"So, am I your 'babe' now?" he asks with a cocky smirk.
But instead of answering him, I quickly press my lips against his. He moans against my mouth as my tongue moves against his bottom lip before he allows me access. My hands trail down the hard muscles of his back before reaching his butt-which I give a nice squeeze, causing another moan to escape his lips. He breaks the kiss but pulls my body against his. We're both breathless and as I look up at Edward, I find fire in his eyes. He wants this just as much as I do.
"You sure about this, Bells?"
I nod and look wildly around the bathroom for inspiration. It isn't very big, but I know we'll make do. I look toward the sink and smile. I want him to screw me from behind so I can watch from the mirror. That sounds like such a dream. Despite the many ways we've done it in the relatively short time we've known each other, we've never done it like this. I walk to the sink and pull down my shorts before placing both my palms down on the sink's tile. I look at Edward's reflection in the mirror, meeting his lustful gaze. He licks his lips and adjusts himself in his jeans before walking toward me. A shaky breath escapes my lips as I feel him right behind me. I smile as I hear him unzip his fly and moan as he rubs one of his hands over my butt while taking his other hand to grip his cock and rub it against my wet core. He rubs his cock's head against my pussy-teasing me without entering.
"Please, Ed-"
Before I can finish my sentence, he thrusts inside me and I moan. He grips my hips with both of his hands and my gaze shoots up to our reflections in the mirror as he thrusts in and out-and in and out. I watch the muscles in his arms as they clench and I watch his handsome face as he fucks me. He looks so determined and so relaxed and content at the same time. It pleases me to know that I can make him feel so incredible. He reaches down to my blouse and pulls it down, revealing my boobs. He lets go of my hip with his right hand and reaches forward to pinch my nipple. I watch him in the mirror, growing more and more turned on by the second. Seeing us together like this… it's too much. And before I know it, my world is shattering as my orgasm rocks through me. He pulls out and rubs his dick until his come shoots out and covers my butt. He rubs it around with his dick before smiling at me in the mirror.
He pumps the paper towel holder and grabs a few sheets before wiping my butt clean of his come. After he's finished, he bends over to give the back of my head a quick kiss before tucking his dick back into his jeans and zipping up. I pull my shorts up before turning around to kiss him.
"That really was something," he says as soon as I pull away. "You should be jealous more often."
"Jealous? Edward, I wasn't jealous. I have no reason to be."
"While you don't have a single reason to be jealous of anybody, the way you were looking at her, Bells… Let's just say, I hope I never piss you off."
"Well, I hope you never do either," I reply, before bringing his lips to mine once more.