Bad Knight In Shining Armor?

by flightlessbirdje

Disclaimer: These characters do NOT belong to me. This setting DOES belong to me. Stephanie Meyers is the creative brain behind these characters, not me, so no copyright infringement is intended. No reproduction is allowed without my written consent.

This is a 18+ story, so please leave if you aren't old enough.. you are welcome to come back when you are 18

A big Thank you to my Beta Lovesurfer; love you and your hard work for making this a great story

chapter12

I can see Bella is thinking about something. She gets that look in her eyes when she does. But when I asked what was wrong she really didn't tell me.

I think I know… no presents under the tree…

I run to our bedroom and pull out my tools…

"Bella? Will you come here and help me?"

She comes to me with questions in her eyes. "What?"

"I know we don't have presents but we can make something for them… Are you game?"

"Oh Edward… what a good idea," Bella's smile is brighter than a star and my heart skips a beat because of it… What the hell?

We pick two pieces of firewood and do a good attempt to cut out a shape of boat and a doll (sort of)

It takes us a lot of hours and while doing it we talk, like really talk.

He tells me his story and I tell him more of mine.

I understand him a little better now.

When he was eighteen he joined the army and when he was thirty he became part of the special-forces, where his carrier ended February this year after an injury which almost killed him.

That is the reason he was able to keep an eye on us and the gangsters. He is still recuperating.

The thing is; I never noticed anything wrong with him so I wonder where the injury is… I saw him standing in a towel and never saw a scar, but did not look for it at that moment either.

So was is under the towel or did I simply not see it?

I think he saw me thinking about it, when he looked me in the eye and said. "I caught a bullet just at the top of my right hip, which broke, and my bowel was perforated. Luckily I was quickly taken to the hospital and was soon on the operating table; that saved my life."

"WOW… how… never mind… Are you OK now? You do all the heavy work… does that not stand in the way of your healing? Let me look at the wound…" I drop to my knees right in front of him.

My hands are already at his pants when he sucks in a deep breath and his voice drops a few octaves, "Bella… what are you doing?! The wound has healed already. It is just my hipbone that sometimes bothers me…" his hands are on mine and I suddenly feel the heat of his crotch radiating through his pants. I look into his eyes seeing lust in them, hands forgotten my lips partly open.

I lick them and his pupils grow larger. He lowers his head slowly giving me a change to stop him but I am in no way stopping him. I need to know how his lips feel. I've dreamt of them for weeks now.

Hmppffft not only his lips… I will tell you. Since the towel-accident as I call it. His whole body stars in my dreams, rocking on my dream clouds.