A/N: Wow, I've finally found my way back to the fanfic world. If anyone is still out there, I hope you enjoy! I'm hoping to actually do some damage to this story in the next few weeks so updates will hopefully be more often than once every year+. Here we get to see some more people outside "The group." Some limeade at the end of the chapter (between the asterisks :)). No rounding home base quite yet chickadees! Review, let me know that y'all are still out there, and if I'm doing anything right.
Chapter 14: Breaking Up and Breaking In
I couldn't believe the text. A thousand things ran through my mind at once, and I had no idea what to do with any of them. Part of me was stressed that something happened to Edward. Another part knew that Alice and Jasper could be in danger even though they really had nothing to do with all this. And I was stuck doing nothing, surrounded by drunk people while I was sober.
Peter had since come back with a few 30-packs, but the party had begun to die down. I again decided that hanging out with my friends that were safe in the apartment was a better idea than my first instinct-lock myself in my room and panic until Edward called again. I grabbed a beer and sat down by the coffee table, where Jake, Quil, Embry, Peter, and Charlotte were playing King's Cup. In an effort to help me forget about the craziness, and because the rest of them were completely hammered, the goal of every game was to make me as drunk as possible.
I felt the buzz come back, and I could finally allow myself to stop worrying so much. I still had no idea what was going on, but I couldn't do anything about it, so I just let it go. Edward would call when he could. I looked around the apartment. No real damage, but there would be a lot of cleaning up to do in the morning. Almost everyone had left, except those of us playing flip cup and Angela, who had fallen asleep in one of the armchairs.
"...go swimming?" I caught the tail-end of Jacob's sentence, and it forced me to pay attention.
"What did you say, Jake?" I asked.
"I asked if anyone else really wants to go swimming. But I meant, not swimming, exactly, but I wanna get into a hot tub!" He stumbled through an almost-coherent sentence.
"We don't have a hot tub. We're at my school, remember?"
"Well, actually, there's a motel like a mile away. I think they have one," Charlotte chimed in. "That sounds like it would be super fun."
My rational side took over, "Isn't that breaking and entering? I don't want this night to be any more trouble than it already is."
"Oh, come on, lighten up," now Quil was giving me grief, "It'll be awesome. Don't you want to show us high school kids they many benefits of college life?"
"I don't know, it sounds like a bad idea," I heard myself say, but I could feel my resolve wavering.
"Pleeeeeaaaaaaase, Bella?" Jacob whined. Damn, I couldn't say no to Jake.
"Fine. But we're walking there. Nobody can drive right now."
"Well, duh." Charlotte giggled.
I shook Angela awake and told her she could sleep in my bed. She groggily trudged off into the bedroom, which Emmett and Rose had thankfully left unlocked this time.
The boys grabbed some shorts and I gave Charlotte my extra swimsuit to change into, as well as some sweats for us so we wouldn't freeze too much, and we set off into the cold. On the way, Peter explained how we don't feel cold because of our "booze blanket" and how it's probably like, 40 degrees outside but we don't even realize it. We finally made it to the motel, a cheap little hole-in-the wall place, with some guy who appeared to be in his late 20s manning the front desk. We snuck around through the back and hopped over the fence guarding the pool area. Well, they hopped. I fell. Luckily, Quil was standing right there and caught me before I dove face-first into concrete. Charlotte, who had the wonderful foresight to pack beers in her purse, handed them out to us as we jumped into the hot water. We tried to stay quiet, but I quickly learned that Jacob completely loses control of his voice volume when he drinks. We all laughed together as they shared stories of what had gone on at the party while I was gone. Apparently, Jake and Quil actually hustled Eric and Mike out of $20.
"Guys, that's terrible. You can't be exploiting my classmates," I half-lectured.
"Well, you can't totally blame us. It's not like we suggested it," Quil interjected.
"Yeah!" Jake half-shouted, "They told us they wanted to make our game more interesting. What were we gonna say? No?"
I chuckled. "Fair enough. But try not to make a habit of it. How did you get so good at beer pong anyway?"
"Seriously, I never thought that I'd have to beat some high-schoolers in overtime!" Peter exclaimed.
"There's lots of down-time on the rez," Jacob explained. "Plus, it's not like we're really driving much of anywhere for parties, so our folks are a lot more lenient. Billy gave me my first beer when I was 14."
"Maybe I should have stayed in Washington all these years," I thought out loud, "I would be a hell of a lot better at beer pong!"
"Yes, the true life lessons you need growing up," Peter said, and we all laughed.
My night had really turned around and I hadn't even thought about Edward or Tanya for the last couple hours, but when Peter's phone rang, those worries came flooding back to the forefront of my mind. Why hadn't I heard from anyone yet? What if something was wrong?
"Hey man, what's up?" Peter said into his cell. "Yeah we're broke in to the hot tub at this little motel up the road."
"No, we're all good, just been boozin' and havin' some laughs."
"Yeah, she's right here. Do you want to talk to her?"
"Bella, it's Jasper. He wants to talk to you." Peter handed me his phone.
"Jazz? Is everything okay?" I asked quickly.
"It's me," Edward's voice came through the speaker, concern audible in his voice.
"Hi."
"How come you haven't been answering my calls? I was starting to worry that something happened to you. I made Jasper call Peter"
"Well, I was trying not to sit in a panic while I couldn't talk to you, so I started hanging out and trying to have a good time. I guess it worked; I haven't checked my phone in a couple hours. What happened with Tanya?"
"I'll tell you all about it when I see you. I don't want to talk about it over the phone. It's all worked out, at least for the time being."
I sighed in relief. Could this mean that I could finally start having a normal relationship with Edward? I was so ready to be with him, and so tired of dealing with Tanya. I felt bad for her, but she was really getting in the way of what I wanted. "Good. Well, where are you now?"
"Back home. I was planning on going to sleep, but my bed seems kind of lonely." He was teasing me now, knowing we were finally both safe. I decided to play back.
"Oh, well I'd like to help you out with that, but I've got my hands full with all these men around me."
"And me!" Charlotte yelled, which finally alerted the guy at the front desk that we were there. He came running out to the pool area yelling something at us and pulling out his phone.
"Shit! Run!" Peter yelled and I quickly told Edward that I would see him at his apartment when I got back before I hung up. We high-tailed it out of there and sprinted for what seemed like forever before we felt like we were in the clear. All huffing and full of giggles, we walked the rest of the way back to campus. When we got back to my apartment, Charlotte and Peter said goodnight, and headed back home. Jacob passed out on the couch almost instantaneously, and Embry headed for Alice's bed. With Angela in mine, Quil started grabbing pillows to make up the floor for himself.
"You can sleep in Edward's apartment if you want. His couch should be open. Or, if you're lucky, Emmett's room. But Alice and Jasper may have taken it for privacy."
"Sounds good. Lead the way." We walked the short distance over to Edward's apartment together. I didn't really know Quil that well, but like Jacob, it's hard not to get that instant feeling of closeness with him. He was big as a house; it seemed that all the rez kids did was play beer pong and work out. It felt like they could all almost be brothers. I noticed his long black hair, pulled back in the same ponytail that Jake and Embry wore, and his skin, bronzed to the point where I knew I looked ghostly walking next to him. I pointed out the difference in our skin colors, and he teased me, saying that if I was any whiter, I'd have to be albino. He told me about the relationship he had just got out of with a girl named Leah. He said she was a nice girl, but he knew that she wasn't the kind of girl he wanted to get serious with. There was this maturity about him and I suddenly understood what people meant when they told me I was an old soul. Quil was the same way.
"Yeah, I mean, I feel like I was just leading her on. I could tell she wanted to get really serious, and I wasn't ready for that. For Quilutes, it's not uncommon to get married right after high school. That's not for me, though. I know I'm not old enough to be doing all that, and I really want to go off to college somewhere and really experience my youth," he explained to me.
"That's really smart, Quil. I'm so glad you ended it when you did, too. It would have been so unfair to her," I responded.
"That's what I was really trying to avoid. She's such a great person; I hope she gets what she wants from someone. She deserves it."
When we got to Edward's, the door was unlocked. As I turned the knob to walk in, I heard Edward come out of his room to greet me. "Did Alice and Jasper take Emmett's room?" I asked.
"Yeah," he answered, looking a little puzzled that Quil was standing next to me.
"Angela fell asleep so I let her take my bed. I told Quil he could take the couch here."
"Oh, yeah, that's fine. Make yourself at home, man," Edward said as he gestured out to the couch.
"Well, I'm pretty beat," I said, to no one in particular. "Goodnight, Quil. Edward, shall we?"
"Night, and thanks, Edward." Quil said.
Edward and I walked into his room and he shut the door behind us. No sooner had the door clicked did his lips meet mine with urgency like I had never felt before. His arms snaked around me and pulled me flush against him as he led us over to his bed. He pulled me on top of him and stripped me of my sweatshirt, leaving me with only a half-wet bikini top. "God, you're beautiful," he muttered before I pushed my lips back down to his. My hands found their way under his shirt, feeling every muscle on his chest and back. I robbed him of the offending clothing, yearning to feel his skin on mine. He kissed down my neck to my collarbone, sucking slightly on the skin there. I moaned, loving the feel. His fingertips inched up my torso, slipping under my swimsuit and flicking my taut nipples. I started to writhe on him, wanting all of him. He groaned and thrust his hips toward me while untying my top. I pushed back down on him, the friction between us driving me insane. Edward pulled me to his side, and bent his head down so his lips were hovering above my left breast. He blew cold air out, causing shivers to run down my spine.
Growing impatient, I worked my hand down his body, slipping under his boxers. From here, I was a little lost, but I quickly fell into the rhythm, pumping quickly. "Ughhhh, Oh. God, Bella," Edward let spill from his lips. He kneaded my breasts and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his whole body tense and I knew that he must be getting close. I pulled my lips away from his and kissed down his abdomen. He jerked a little, trying to stop me. "Bella, you don't have to."
"I know, Edward," I was a little flustered. I wanted to make him feel good, why did he want to stop me? "This is what I want."
"Okay," he breathed. I could see he wasn't going to resist much longer. I resumed kissing down his stomach, pulling his boxers down as I moved. I hovered over him for a moment, before wrapping my lips around him, trying to fit as much as I could into my mouth. What I couldn't fit, I pumped with my hand, working him up and down. Edward wriggled and writhed beneath me whispering the occasional "Fuck" and "God" until I felt him spill into my mouth and his body went limp. "You are amazing," he said, breathing heavily.
"I just wanted to make you feel the way you make me feel," I said shyly.
"My turn," he said with a wicked smile. With one quick movement, I was under him and he was massaging my left breast, sucking on my right, and his left hand was pulling my sweatpants down. He switched sides, letting his right hand find me, making little circles around my folds. He slipped a long finger in and I moaned loudly, pressing against his hand. He kissed me hard and then moved down my body, headed straight for my bundle of nerves. His tongue explored unknown territory, and my head reeled. Edward added a second finger, and his hands and his mouth worked expertly with one another. I could feel my heart beating faster, I was close to coming. He knew it too, pumping harder, pushing me over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, and now we were both breathing hard.
He moved back up the bed and laid down next to me. "I've been wanting to do that all damn day," he said with a laugh. I curled into his side and took his hand into mine.
"It was pretty nice," I responded. My mind flashed for a minute to Tanya, but I would ask about it later. For now, all I wanted was to sleep next to my boyfriend.