Pre-Read by the Amazing EnchantedbyTwilight, (I call her Tits!) & Beta'd by the Wonderful Sunflower Fran I call her my white mother.

Five-Year Rule

Chapter 4

Bella

"So, you're going to stay here the rest of the week with Edward? Are you positive, Bella?" My mother eyes me suspiciously.

"Yes, I am sure. I already took the time off so I could relax after the wedding. I don't have to be back to work until next Monday. Just don't tell Dad until you're on the plane and he's had a few cocktails." I wink wrapping my arms around her.

"I won't tell him anything until he's on his second travel bottle of Jack. I must say, if I could've spent some alone time with a hot older man at your age, life would've been just a little bit sweeter."

I give her a hard stare as Alice rushes over giving me a hug.

"I'm going to miss you. I can't believe you're practically on your own honeymoon." Even for Alice the excitement is over the top.

"We're not on a honeymoon. We are just spending some time alone before we get back to the real world." I look over at Edward, who is hugging his mom.

"Sounds like a honeymoon to me, but whatever helps you sleep at night, Sweetie." My mother pecks my cheek. "Please come home at least once this fall," she adds as readies herself to join my father on the shuttle van.

"Bella, just enjoy this time with Edward. I have a feeling shit will get real once you both are back in New York. She gives me one last hug, and we both walk over towards Jasper and Edward.

"Bella, don't take any of his crap," Jasper says, wrapping me up in a hug.

"Don't worry, I won't. He knows better."

Edward pulls me out of Jasper's arms and into his.

"Get in the van before you miss the plane to your second honeymoon," Edward tells him with a shove to his shoulder.

We watch as the shuttle pulls away, carrying our entire family. I look up at Edward, who happens to be looking back at me.

"Now that you have me to yourself, what do you plan to do with me?" He leans down and brushes his lips over mine.

"I really want to lock you up in the room with me and have my wicked way, but I figure we should actually spend some quality time getting to know each other." Edward kisses my lips and deepens the kiss slipping his tongue into my mouth.

When he pulls away, I'm not ready for it to end. He gives me a sexy ass smirk and starts leading me towards the beach.

"I'm utterly shocked. You want me for more than just my body," I tease as I walk in front of him, adding an extra swing to my hips.

Edward does not disappoint when he grabs me by the waist, turning me around to face him. He picks me up by my ass. I automatically wrap my legs around him. I'm breathing like I ran a damn marathon, but it's all him. He takes my fucking breath away.

Edward kisses me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth and fighting mine for dominance. I am a slave to his kisses, as my body practically falls limp in his arms. He finishes the kiss off with a nip to my bottom lip.

"I'll always want your fucking body, don't forget that." He releases his hold on me, and I wobble unsteadily on my feet.

"Easy baby." He steadies me with a firm hand on my hips.

We continue our walk to the beach. We slip off our sandals and leave our shoes on the grass by the hotel, strolling hand in hand as we our walk in the sand. At first, the only sounds are of the ocean, the seagulls and the people who are out enjoying the early morning sun.

The silence between us is very comfortable. It's as if we've known each other for years instead of days. Edward brings my hand up to his lips and kisses my knuckles. The movement is a complete contradiction to how we've been spending our time together. Every time we've had sex, it's been intense and passionate and all out fucking.

Except yesterday before Alice interrupted us. It was a little too intense, too soon, but God, did it feel amazing.

"What are you thinking about that has you smiling like that?" He pulls me into his side, cocking an eyebrow at me.

"You," I breathe out.

"Good." He smiles as he pecks my lips. "Tell me something I don't know about you."

I laugh out loud because he knows nothing about me. "Hmmm? When I was six, Alice threw my favorite Barbie doll in the trash. I was so mad that when she went to sleep that night, I cut off one side of her hair."

Edward stops walking, his mouth agape.

"What? She threw my Barbie in the garbage. She deserved it, and Mom fixed her hair the next day. She just had a bob the rest of the year." I wave my hand in the air, suggesting it was not a big deal.

It totally was. Alice was pissed for months, and if someone brings it up now, she stops talking to me.

Edward barks out a huge laugh, bending over to hold his stomach as he tries to catch his breath. "You were a bad-ass kid. Shit! Remind me not to ever piss you off."

I shrug as I look up at his hair. "You'd do best to remember that. You have an excellent head of hair."

His face becomes serious as he puts me in a playful headlock. "No jokes about cutting my hair. That shit is not funny."

We both are a laughing mess, and I'm trying to get out of his hold. "Let me go!" I scream at him, but he doesn't budge.

Finally, I poke his sides with my thumb, and he let's go of me. "That fucking hurt."

I hold my thumbs up at him, smiling. "These are the digits of doom. They have saved me many a day."

"You are a dangerous brat," he says as he wraps his arms back around my waist, and we continue our walk down the beach.

"Thank you, Asshole." I blow a kiss up at him. "Okay, your turn. Tell me something about yourself?"

He thinks for a minute and then gives me a boyish grin. "I slept with a teddy bear until I was fifteen. His name was Mr. Fluffers."

My laugh hits me out of the blue, and I can't stop. I can't breathe, and as the minutes pass, my sides begin to hurt from all the gut-wrenching laughter. "You …You've got to be kidding." I say through my giggles.

He stands, staring at me menacingly. "I'll have you know that Mr. Fluffers was a very manly bear. He had a suit and a tie."

I shake my head, holding my hand up to stop him. "Please! You're just making it worse. Don't worry; your secret is safe with me."

"Good. I'll never tell anyone you're a sociopath." He takes me by my shoulders and kisses my head.

We continue walking down the beach, his arm wrapped around my shoulders. "How did you get into advertising?" I ask as he stops in a grassy area.

He sits down under the lone palm tree, and I place myself between his legs. His arms automatically pull me closer to his body.

"Advertising was something I just fell into. I'm somewhat of an artist at heart, and I used to draw, paint, sketch-you name it."

I turn to face him, and I see a hint of a smile on his perfect lips.

"Eventually my drawings ended up in our school newspaper. I've always loved creating things, watching them come to life, and my high school teacher suggested I look into Art Direction. So I did my research and saw all the possibilities. With it I could create my own ideas into commercials." He takes a break, laughing to himself.

"I had no fucking idea how crazy advertising was. It's exhausting, late nights, and sometimse I have to go away for weeks at a time on shoots." I can feel him shaking his head behind me.

I turn around to face him. "It must be easier now that you own your own agency."

"It's actually fucking worse. I feel so invested in every commercial, every ad campaign, but Bella … God, I love it, and having my own agency was something I've wanted for years."

He leans down and grazes the soft skin of my neck with his nose. We are both quiet for a few minutes. "I never thought I could have this," he whispers against my skin.

"Hmmm. What exactly is this?" I ask as I tilt my neck further right to give him more access.

"This is everything. You are everything." His lips travel to my cheek, and he turns my chin towards him.

We both adjust so we're more comfortable, and we stare into each other's eyes. "I never wanted to do anything but work and build my agency, but you came along and changed that. I mean shit; I called out an extra three days and told my Creative Director to handle everything. I want us to work Bella."

At his admission, I turn fully around wrapping my arms around him as I straddle his lap. "So do I, Edward."

"Good, then there's nothing to worry about." We seal our promise with a kiss.

One of his hands skims up my back while the other takes hold of the hair at the base of my neck. My fingers find a home in his messy locks, and I massage the strands with my fingertips. Our tongues twine together as we taste each other. His lips are firm and demanding, and I give him all of me without hesitation.

Warm kisses travel down my neck while one of Edward's hands cups my face. "Let's go back to the room. Then after I'm done with you, we can go golfing."

He taps my ass gently giving me a signal to rise.

I stand up and stare at him. "Golf?

He stands and takes my hand leading me back towards the hotel. "Yes, golf. It relaxes me. I've been doing it since I was in college. Do you have something you do to relax?" He nudges my shoulder playfully.

"I swim. If I'm stressed, I go to the Y, and I just swim laps until my bones ache wonderfully."

I smile, and turn to find him staring at me.

"What?" I can feel my cheeks heat from the intensity of his stare.

"Nothing, it's just the way you talk about it. I can tell you really love it."

"I do. It's always been a hobby of mine since I was little. I swam competitively until I became too busy with school, but the water is still my first love."

We reach our shoes and Edward wraps me in his arms for a kiss.

~FYR~

Edward and I walk into our now, shared room with bags from the gift shop filled with proper golf clothes for myself. Edward had insisted on paying for everything. I had tried to tell him this isn't Pretty Woman, and I was no needy hooker, but he ignored me.

He closes the door behind him and looks over at me as I Iie on the bed. "What time are we going golfing?"

Edward moves his body over mine, pinning me to the bed. My arms wrap around his neck and he starts peppering my neck with kisses.

"It's still early. Let's go in a few hours. That way I have time to have my wicked way with you."

He kisses my lips as I grind up against him. His hands make quick work of removing my clothes and I lie sideways on the bed staring up at him.

My hot old dude is so fucking sexy. He takes off his clothes, and I lick my lips while my eyes roam up and down his hard body. He drags me to the edge of the bed and slides inside of me.

Edward starts moving; he's slow and steady at first. His lips find my hard nipple and he sucks and bites. My fingers grab his head, holding him in place as he thrust roughly inside of me.

"Fuck! So good, Edward," I moan.

He adjusts his position, holding my legs up as he grinds into me. It's excruciatingly good, he stares into my eyes, and I watch his muscles flex from the weightof my thighs.

"Your pussy was made for me," he whispers against my lips.

I come hard, gasping for air and trying to pull him closer to me by his hair. He doesn't give me a chance to recover before he pulls out of me and flips over my limp body.

Once we are completely sated, we make our way down to the golf course where Edward tries to teach me the fine sport.

I really try to pay attention, but every time his strong arms wrap around me to show me the proper form, I rub up against his semi.

"Bend your legs a bit more baby."

I follow his instructions and rub my ass on his very prominent bulge.

"Stop that before I take you on this fucking green." He swats my ass while he takes a step back.

I take a deep breath and then hit the small white ball towards the hole, and I hold my damn breath.

It falls in smoothly, and Edward shouts like I won the damn PGA or something.

"Good job!" He rushes over to me and picks me up off my feet.

"I did have a great teacher." I peck his lips.

Edward is a damn fine golfer, and watching his arms flex as he holds his club is one of the hottest fucking things I've ever seen. I just want to run my tongue over his muscles.

Sigh.

We spend the next few hours playing a fun game of golf. It really is a little relaxing and I've gotten pretty good. The last hole is to go is a good distance away.

"I can't do it," I whine, losing my form again.

"Yes, you can. Come on, baby. You make this and I'll let you drive back." He winks at me, and I instantly become determined.

I'm going to drive the golf cart!

Taking a deep breath, I steady myself and swing the club, giving it a little more force than usual. The ball rolls across the green and stops a few inches from the hole.

My shoulders sink in disappointment. I really want to drive.

"That's good," Edward says as he puts his own ball down. He pecks my pouty lips, taking my bottom lip between his teeth.

"Hurry up, so we can have lunch. I'm starved!" I whine some more as Edward swings his club.

His form is perfect, and the ball rolls across the green, sinking easily into the hole. Edward walks over and pulls me close to him.

"You can still drive, baby," he whispers against my cheek.

I squeal and run over to the golf cart while Edward picks up our things. I'm like a kid on Christmas as I bounce excitedly in the driver's seat. He walks over and slides his long legs into the cart to sit next to me.

"Keep bouncing like that, and I'll give you something to bounce on." He smirks as I pull off speeding.

"Hold on, asshole. Just sit back and enjoy the ride." I say as I whirl the cart around the green.

"Oh, believe me, baby, I plan to."

Damn he's so fucking sexy.

A/N: Ladies! Ladies! I'm still trying to stay ahead of my chapters so writing away. I'm in the middle of a big move New York to Texas but I still should be able to get chaps to you! Love you! Mean it!