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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...

Chapter One-Twenty-Seven

Bella

The next morning over breakfast, Edward and I decided that we would talk to Marcus and Demitri first, before opening the letters. If they´d somehow discovered what happened to our parents, then we´d read the letters, if not, we´d just burn them in the fireplace.

Some things we were better off not knowing.

Edward and I both agreed, at this point, we were better off letting it go and getting on with our lives. We were happy now, having put all the bad things behind us. I just wanted to help my sisters plan their weddings and vice versa.

I was just happy that Edward was keeping his promise, and not shutting me out. Last year, when he thought he was protecting me by keeping secrets, it almost tore us apart. We´re equals now. I´m not the same little kid that needed him to protect me anymore; I´m a young woman now, I can take care of myself.

But, more importantly, I´m his fiancé, and that alone levels the playing field. "Penny for your thoughts," Edward said, walking up behind me and wrapping me in his arms. Placing a trail of lingering kisses along my neck and shoulders, Edward whispered in my ear, "You know we could just go back to bed and ignore the buzzer when they get here." Automatically, my neck extended to give him more access while my body melted into his embrace.

As for my panties, they went up in flames the moment he put his hands on me. "Mmm..." I purred, grinding my ass into his budding erection. "Maybe we have time for a quickie," reaching back and grabbing his cock through his pants, causing him to hiss, "I wouldn´t want this to get in the way of things."

"Fuck, Isabella," Edward groaned. "You know I can´t control myself when it comes to you." Dressed in easily accessible sweats and a T-shirt, I wasn´t surprised to feel my fiancé´s talented fingers sliding beneath the waistband of my pants and panties, before slipping between my slick folds. "God, Baby, you´re so fucking wet for me."

I hissed when his finger made contact with my clit. "Ungh...Edward," I breathed. I was so fucking aroused that I knew it wouldn't take long to for me to fall over the edge.

Pinning my body to the glass wall overlooking Michigan Avenue, Edward rubbed and tugged my swollen little nub until I was a panting, moaning mess. "That´s it, Baby Girl," Edward´s husky voice in my ear caused another gush of fluid to come from me.

Using a rocking motion, I shifted my hips back and forth giving us both the friction that we needed. Before long we were both cumming and screaming each other´s names. "Yes, yes...Edward," I cried as every muscle in my body tensed with my release.

"Motherfucker...ah…Bella," Edward gritted out, his jean-covered cock twitching and spilling his seed. "Fuck," he hissed, letting his full body weight rest against me. "You´re going to be the fucking death of me, Baby Girl," Edward panted against my sweaty skin.

Internally, I fist-pumped, I did give a mean dry hump, if I do say so myself!

"Says the man who fucked me six-ways to Sunday before the sun came up this morning," I rebutted with a grin, playfully pushing him off of me. "Now move it, so I can get cleaned up before the agents get here."

"Aiyeee…" I yelped in surprise when Edward slapped me on the ass. I hurried off to the bathroom to change my panties, but not before leaving my man with a long, lingering kiss and a promise of more to come later.

By the time I made it back into the living room, Marcus and Demitri were already here and seated with a cup of coffee. My eyes shot to Edward´s and he grimaced, looking a bit uncomfortable.

Uh oh, looks like my big sexy man didn´t have time to clean up his mess, and now he was uncomfortable and sticky.

"I´m sorry," I mouthed when the agents were preoccupied. Not wanting him to suffer any longer than he had to, I tried to move things along. "So, Agent Romanov, what is it that you wanted to talk to us about?"

Clearing his throat, Demitri leveled us with a serious look. "Well, Ms. Swan, Mr. Cullen," he nodded in each of our directions, "in light of some new evidence that we recently received anonymously, my partner and I have reason to believe that your parents, Esme and Carlisle Cullen, were victims of foul play." Clearing his throat noisily, "We also have reason to believe that your parents may be still alive."

Hold the fucking phone...

Me-Me and Carlisle are alive?

Don't do this to yourself Bella, my conscience warned.

But, it was already too late, hearing that changed everything!

AN: Okay, so we've got a little more angst going on... And for those of you who continued to hold out hope for Es and Carlisle, let's see if in the end you're right... Leave me some New Year's Eve love!

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