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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of…
Chapter Fifty
BPOV
I managed, after a while, to get my shit together, and Esme and I finished our talk. By the time we got made it back to the house, I was well-versed on masturbation, intercourse, and pregnancy.
Hell, Esme taught me more in those forty-five minutes than Coach Clapp did all semester of Sex-Ed class.
The woman should have her own talk show.
Who the fuck needs Dr. Phil and Oprah when you´ve got Esme Platt Cullen?
Despite my being adamant about to whom I was referring, Esme insisted on sharing with me the advantages of having an older man to take care of me.
If you know what I mean!
Hey, those where her words, not mine.
But...I respectfully digress!
When the car finally stopped in the driveway, I was suffering from third-degree burns on my face and neck, I´d blushed so much. I managed to throw myself from the car just as Esme set off on a wild tangent about, pulling out.
Apparently, it doesn´t prevent pregnancy.
Running up the steps, I flung open the door in hopes of escaping the crazy lady. "Umph..." I huffed as the brick wall I´d run into knocked me back on my ass.
"Uh...Princess," Carlisle apologized, extending a hand to pull me up. "Whoa...where´s the fire, Little One?" He asked, flashing me his crooked grin.
Now my face was the color of a plum.
Damn these Cullen men and their charm!
Hiding behind Carlisle, I used him as a human shield. "Please, C.C.," I begged, burying my face in his back. "Save me, Me-me´s gone mad!"
"Me," Carlisle´s deep baritone, caressed his wife´s name. "What in God´s name are you doing to this child?"
Carlisle´s question was put on the backburner when Esme planted her lips against his, in what quickly escalated into a heated make-out session.
"Ugh…" I groused. "Is there no sane person in this house?" I said to no one in particular as I stomped my way up the stairs to my bedroom.
As if that wasn´t enough to cause my brain to go into overload, Edward´s smug ass was standing at the top of the stairs, smirking around a bottle of water.
Oh what I would give to be that bottle!
Long tapered fingers gripping the plastic with just enough force, luscious pink lips, plumped to perfection grazing the rim of the bottle as he spoke.
Spoke?
Fuck, he was talking, but I was too far gone in my lust-induced haze to pay attention.
His lips were moving, but my breaths were coming short quick burst, and my heart was pounding loudly in my chest.
Involuntarily, I clenched my thighs.
"Uh...huh?" I asked dumbly.
What?
It was the only thing I could squeeze past the gigantic lump in my throat!
"I said," Edward began, enunciating each word. "What´s the matter Izzy Bell?" His velvet voice caressed my lady bits with each word he spoke. Taking another slow, measured drink, his grin widened. "Can´t stand to see the `rents sucking face?" Edward threw his head back as a deep rumbling laughter echoed from his chest.
Sexy motherfucker!
Bastard was going to be the death of me!
"Fuck you, Cullen," I hissed through gritted teeth as I stormed past him, slamming my bedroom door behind me.
Faster than humanly possible, I stripped out of my clothes, hit play on my iHome, and pulled out my new best friend.
Who the fuck needs diamonds when I´ve got you, Bugs. I thought as I exploded with euphoric pleasure.
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