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Rosalie POV
I watched as Edward left the kitchen and headed upstairs after Alice came out and explained the misunderstanding. How do you fucking misunderstand somebody being pregnant? Alice needed to get her head out of her ass sometimes.
I let out a deep sigh as I thought about everything that had been going on lately. Bella and Edward were both acting strange. There was something going on there and everyone else seemed blind to it. Alice obviously picked up on something, but after her little fuck up tonight, she was probably going to be treading very carefully when it came to Bella and just let her weird shit go. Well not me. No. Fucking. Way.
I excused myself from the kitchen just as everyone started cleaning up their places. I heard Emmett say my name before his footsteps trailed close behind me on the staircase.
"Babe, where you going?" he asked as he jogged to keep up with me.
I didn't say anything to him as I continued to glare in the direction of Edward and Bella's bedroom. I stopped outside of it and finally turned around to face him.
"Something's going on with those two," I whispered to a very confused Emmett. "I need to figure out why they've been acting so fucking weird lately."
"What are you talking about?" Emmett whispered back. I held back a smile because he was following my lead in keeping our voices quiet and didn't even know that I was doing it so Edward and Bella wouldn't think we were eavesdropping—even though we were about to do exactly that.
"Listen, there's just something—"
"Edward?" Bella's voice suddenly called out from the other side of the door. I stopped mid-sentence, mouth hanging open, as Emmett's eyes darted to the closed bedroom door.
We heard a very muffled 'Mmhmm' on Edward's end as Bella continued, "Why did you seem angry downstairs? When Alice first said I was pregnant?" Bella asked in an unsure voice.
Emmett and I both pressed our ears up against the door at the same time in order to hear Edward's quiet response. "I thought you were pregnant…with someone else," he said softly.
I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion and looked at Emmett, but he seemed just as bewildered as me.
"No, I…I haven't been with anyone else," Bella replied in a soft voice.
I strained to hear Edward's response, but couldn't. "What did he say?" I whispered to Emmett.
He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. "Meat cleaver?
"Wh—" I started before rolling my eyes and realizing what Edward actually said. "Me either," I whispered to Emmett, emphasizing the words to show him what an idiot he was sometimes.
He opened his mouth to berate me for making fun of him, but was cut off by Bella's voice, "This…this is getting harder, Edward. I don't know how long I can do this. Lie to them like this," she said nervously.
What the fuck? Lie to us about what?
"Why? What made now so different?" Edward's said in a louder voice.
"I don't know," Bella answered. "Just the way Alice was so sure we would eventually have kids some day. They don't know that that will never happen. They don't know what's really going on. I didn't realize how much all of this affects everyone else. We're breaking all of their hearts like this."
"So what do you expect we do? Tell them?" Edward asked her in a tone that made it seem like whatever they were keeping a secret needed to stay a secret. "It's going to be a hell of a lot easier to wait until after the wedding. Once everything is settled and done. Then we can just break it to them gently. But not here. Not now, not after all this shit's already happened."
I looked at Emmett and mouthed, "What the hell?"
He just shrugged and looked equally confused as me as we continued listening to their conversation. We had to strain to hear the rest of it because they were talking so damn quietly now.
"What would you do…if you found out you were pregnant with my child right now," Edward suddenly asked in a soft and timid voice.
"I-I don't know…what-what kind of question is that, Edward?" Bella replied, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.
"A good one," Edward stated.
I rolled my eyes at his arrogance and Emmett let out a soft chuckle as Bella replied, "I…I'd have it," she paused for a second before adding, "What would you do if you found out I was pregnant with your child right now?"
"Try to be the greatest father I can be," Edward answered in a voice that made it sound like he was now on the verge of crying.
I glanced at Emmett to see if he heard the emotion in Edward's voice, but he just looked at me and mouthed 'pansy,' to which I slapped him silently yet roughly on the shoulder before turning my attention back to Edward and Bella's conversation.
"That would complicate things though," Bella finally said with a laugh that seemed a little too forced.
"Yes…considering…everything…" Edward agreed.
"We should probably go downstairs and...make sure everything's okay," Bella said after a few seconds passed.
I glared at the door as Emmett and I straightened up and leaned on either side of the doorframe, blocking the two of them from running once the questioning started. It took all of five seconds for the door to finally open and for Edward and Bella to stand there looking like a couple of deer caught in the headlights.
There was only one thing to say now, and I said it.
"What. The. Fuck?"
"What the fuck is exactly right, Rosie," Emmett agreed, crossing his arms over his chest. We had both stood up straight so we were directly in front of the two of them. Any means of leaving was out of the question.
Bella's mouth must have opened and closed like a fish's at least a dozen times as Edward just stared at the two of us and continuously ran a hand roughly through his hair.
Nervous habit.
Interesting.
"What are you so nervous about there, Eddie?" I crossed my arms and asked him in a mocking tone, tilting my head slightly to the side as I studied him.
He stopped mid pull and stared at me for a few seconds before stuttering, "N-Nothing. Why are you guys standing outside of our door?" he asked, raising his voice in an accusatory manner.
Getting defensive.
Interesting.
"Why so touchy, Eddie?" Emmett chimed in, standing up a little taller and staring his brother down.
"Why the fuck are you only asking me?" Edward finally demanded, looking back and forth between the two of us.
"Enough crap. What the hell are you two up to?" I finally ground out. I held up my hand when I saw the word 'nothing' forming on Bella's lips. "Don't…say nothing," I said through gritted teeth.
She snapped her mouth shut and looked down at her feet, sighing. "Rose…please. Not now," she said in a small, pleading voice.
"Then when?" I pressed. "After the wedding? After everything is settled and done?" I asked, quoting Edward's words from earlier and looking at him pointedly.
"You were eaves-dropping?" he asked me, raising his voice. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Don't talk to my wife like that," Emmett said as he came to stand in front of me. Edward took a couple steps back as Emmett's chest collided with his. "Tell us what the fuck is going on. Now," he instructed.
"None of your fucking business," Edward spat back before glancing down at Bella who had remained quiet through out the entire exchange.
"Bella—" I started in a soft voice. She interrupted me by grabbing my hand and pulling me into the bedroom Emmett and I were staying in. I glanced behind me and saw Edward watching us with Emmett standing, still facing him. I vaguely heard Emmett say, "Get your ass in there," to Edward before the door to Bella and Edward's bedroom slammed shut.
I sighed and closed the door after Bella and I walked into mine and Emmett's room. She went and sat on the edge of the bed, looking like a girl defeated. I knew Emmett was in the other bedroom with Edward right now, pulling teeth to get him to talk. I hoped Bella would be easier. I took a deep breath as I slowly walked over to her, getting ready for the best, most soothing thing I could say to get her to confide in me, but she beat me to it.
"Edward and I are getting a divorce," she mumbled quietly, staring down at her lap.
I opened my mouth in shock and just stood frozen where I was.
Well, at least it wasn't difficult to get her to talk.
"What?" I asked stupidly, even though I had heard her.
She sighed and looked up at me. "Edward and I are getting a divorce. We've been separated for three months."
I knew my mouth was probably still hanging open like an idiot, but I couldn't give a shit right now. My best friend was getting a divorce. Bella and Edward—the two most in love people on the planet—were getting a divorce. If those two couldn't make it, what fucking chance did the rest of us have?
"Why, Bella?" I asked as I went to sit next to her, putting my arm tightly around her shoulder.
She sucked in a deep breath before leaning into me and resting her head on my shoulder, "It was our anniversary…" She went on to tell me the details of that night. How she found Tanya in the office with Edward in a very compromising situation. How she had warned him about Tanya's flirtations over the months that she was working for him, to which Edward—who was forever being the fucking gentleman—brushed off without a care.
I knew Bella always had some insecurity issues when it came to Edward. Skanks were always hitting on him, and although he would politely let them know he wasn't interested, some of those bitches could not take a polite hint.
Alice and I would constantly assure Bella that Edward was head over heels in love with her and that those women meant absolutely nothing to him; she had to know that. But at the same time I could understand her side. I mean, the guy was a sex God. Of course girls pined after him and he always tried to keep his cool, but he had to know how uncomfortable it made Bella. To see him in there with one of the skanks themselves had to have been Bella's breaking point. I agreed with her. He should have fired that bitch.
I was just about ready to get up and go into the bedroom Edward was in and kick his ass down the streets of Seattle when Bella told me about Jacob.
"Oh, Bella," I gasped, rubbing her arm in a soothing manner. "Why did you do that, honey?" I asked in what I hoped was a sweet, comforting voice—although I'm sure she sensed my shock.
"I don't know," she replied in a shaky voice. "He wanted me…when I thought Edward didn't. It was stupid…" she trailed off.
"But Edward does want you. It was all a misunderstanding," I insisted, pulling away so I could look at her.
"That's just it, Rosalie," she said, scooting away so she could face me as she wiped some stray tears away. "It was a misunderstanding that turned into a complete cluster-fuck and made everything go to shit. I don't know how the hell we can go back to the way we were before all of this happened."
"Just talk to him, Bella," I persisted desperately.
"Don't you think we have?" she asked, raising her voice a little bit. "It always leads to fighting."
"That's because you're both so hurt," I stated adamantly. "And stubborn and madly in love. You're both thinking too emotionally right now. All this shit is getting to your heads. Don't let it cloud the way you feel about each other."
She sighed, a woman defeated. "What's done is done, Rose," she replied gravely, her previously wet eyes now completely void of anymore tears. "He didn't listen…all those years of fucking telling him and he didn't listen. And the one girl…the one girl he should have listened to me about…was the one who tore us apart." She paused and took the moment to clear her head before looking down and mumbling, "And the worst part of it all is…even though he didn't do anything with her…I still hate him for always taking those girls so lightly….and I hate myself for throwing myself at the first person I found."
I let her words sink in and processed everything she had just said. I could understand her side; I was always there when girls would hit on Edward and I saw how it made Bella feel. Even though she put on a brave face for him when he told her not to worry, I could tell it was eating her up inside. Of course something like this would break her.
But, Edward. Fuck, he didn't do anything with Tanya and yet Bella made out with Jacob. I was so torn between who was right and who was wrong that it was making my head hurt.
Then it hit me.
"You're both wrong," I said softly, staring at the ground in front of me.
"What?" Bella asked. I knew she hadn't heard me since I practically whispered it.
I looked up at her and stood up, towering over her still sitting form. "I said you're both fucking wrong! You've let this thing get completely out of control. He fucked up. You fucked up. He didn't listen. You didn't listen. He's being an idiot. You're being an idiot! You're both being fucking idiots! Now grow the fuck up and talk to each other because I swear on my mother's grave, Bella Swan, that if you really throw a love like this away over a stupid fucking misunderstanding …then I will never…ever...speak to you again." I was panting quite heavily once I finished my speech, having gone completely out of breath in my fit of rage. I probably said 'fuck' about a dozen times, but I didn't care. They were being so dumb and they needed to know it. It may have been extreme, but nothing seemed to be getting through to her. I just hoped Bella would pass on my message to Edward because I didn't think I had the energy to do a repeat performance.
Finally, after a few minutes of just staring up at me—wide-eyed and shocked at my outburst—Bella stood up directly in front of me, looked me straight in the eye, and said in a soft voice, "I really hope you don't mean that, Rosalie."
And with that she walked past me and toward the bedroom door to leave. I turned around and watched as she grabbed the doorknob. "Tell Emmett I want to see him," I said through gritted teeth. She merely paused at the doorway, nodded curtly, and without looking back once, made her leave.
I was fuming. I was fucking pissed. How could two people so in love act so fucking stupid? How could they really think that they would be able to come here for four weeks and keep the fact that they weren't even together anymore a secret?
I had to get some control. The whole outburst with Bella was taking a toll on my already erratically beating heart. I took deep breaths in and out for a few minutes before the door to the bedroom opened and Emmett stepped in. He looked just as angry as me, if not more. He closed the door behind him before standing in front of it and looking at me.
"Did he tell you everything?" I asked, till trying to control my breathing and reign in my anger.
Emmett nodded curtly.
"Fucking idiots," I mumbled.
"Tell me about it," he replied harshly. I knew where his anger was being aimed at. The two children that were two rooms down from us. "We need to do something, Rose," Emmett added, his voice softening immensely.
I looked up at him and saw just how upset he was. It was the vulnerable side that many people didn't see coming from Emmett. I just nodded and thought for a few minutes before squaring my shoulders and clearing my throat, gaining Emmett's attention since his eyes were downcast. He looked back up at me.
"Tomorrow night. At the engagement party," I started. He raised his eyebrows for me to continue. "Make sure there's lots of alcohol," I stated with finality.
A devilish smile slowly spread across his face as realization sunk in.
I tried getting through to Bella. Emmett tried knocking some sense—literally, apparently—into Edward. So if Bella and Edward refused to talk to each other and wouldn't take any advice from us, then it was time to bring in the reinforcements. I knew it was probably not the best solution, but considering the situation, it was the only option we had left. Desperate times called for plans that may or may not fucking blow up in all of our faces.
I just hoped Bella was still a lightweight.
Edward POV
Fucking Emmett. Pinning me to the ground until I cried 'uncle.' Obviously I told him all the shit that happened between Bella and me. The fucker wouldn't get the hell off of me and he weighed a thousand pounds.
First, he punched me in the stomach and then kicked me in the back of the knee, causing me to fall over onto the ground as he yelled about what an idiot I was and how the two of us needed to—quote—'get our heads out of our stubborn little asses and make up already.'
If only it was that simple.
He seemed to be at a loss of what to say when I told him what had transpired between Bella and me. I told him about her insecurity issues and how I realized I probably made it fucking harder for her by blowing shit off when she would try to get me to understand, but I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Some girls—i.e., Tanya—didn't know when enough was enough.
He sympathized with me when I told him about Bella and Jacob, but berated me for 'driving her to such extremes' by constantly brushing off Bella's concerns when it came to other girls. I didn't really think I was brushing them off. I just wasn't acknowledging those girls. I didn't see them. I only saw Bella.
Emmett called me a pansy ass for that comment and went on to explain that this whole misunderstanding was a fucking mess and that we needed to fix it. Now. Little did he know that every time Bella and I got to talking it would always lead to arguing. Nothing ever got fixed.
He said things had gone too far and they had. I agreed with him there. But when I told him that they had gone too far and there was no way in hell we could ever go back to how things were before, he punched me—again—and kicked me in the back of the knee—again—and I fell to the ground—again—and he told me that the two of us were being stupid and that we were both at fault for this.
I knew that was true, but he still didn't get it. We had gone through too much shit to just let it all slide. He told me divorce wasn't the answer. That two people in love don't give up. But I told him I wasn't giving up; I was defeated and I didn't see anyway I could recover.
He called me a pansy ass again.
There was a knock on the door and then Bella walked in timidly, her eyes widening when she saw me lying on the ground with Emmett's foot pressed into my chest. Emmett looked over at her and sighed in frustration before lifting his foot off of me and taking a few steps back. I coughed and quickly stood up on my feet just as Emmett sucked in a deep breath. I knew he was getting ready to chew Bella out now, but she spoke up first.
"Rose wants to see you," she said quietly.
He closed his mouth and clenched his jaw before turning to glare at me and then brushing past her, closing the door roughly as he left.
I looked up at Bella and opened my mouth to speak, but Emmett opened the door again and peered inside. "Were the two of you really going to keep this from all of us until after the wedding?" he asked through clenched teeth.
Bella and I both looked at each other before shifting our eyes to the floor. I heard Emmett curse under his breath before slamming the door shut and walking with heavy footsteps to his and Rosalie's bedroom.
Bella and I didn't say anything else to each other that night as we silently brushed our teeth and got ready for bed. I went on my side of the bed, sleeping on top of the comforter and using the extra blankets I had brought in for myself. She slept on her side of the bed, under the covers, facing away from me. There was a pillow between our heads, blocking each other from view.
I turned off my light. She turned off hers. We both fell asleep without saying one word to each other, but I knew nothing needed to be said now. Rosalie and Emmett knew our secret. That only meant one thing.
We were so completely fucked.
XxXxX
"Edward! Please wear this tie! It matches your shirt better!" Alice insisted for the millionth time that night, thrusting the black silk tie in my face. I groaned in frustration before grabbing it from her and grudgingly putting it on. I decided I wouldn't make the bride-to-be angry.
Tonight was Jasper and Alice's engagement party. Apparently they were inviting all their friends and some family over to celebrate the soon-to-be union. Although I was excited to celebrate this with my sister and best friend, the whole incident with Rosalie and Emmett last night had taken a toll on me. It was safe to say I was on edge. I was just waiting for them to say something to someone, anyone. But they didn't. No one knew. And I couldn't understand why the hell they were keeping it a secret.
"Bella!" Alice suddenly yelled excitedly. I looked up from the tie I was currently struggling with and saw Bella standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking absolutely stunning in a simple black cocktail dress and red pumps.
Fuck, she was so beautiful.
She blushed and looked down at her feet before laughing at Alice's excitement. "Alice, I'm going to die in these heels," she murmured as she studied her shoes. She looked up at me and her smile faltered before she caught herself and continued smiling at the two of us.
"Nonsense, Bella! You look hot!" Alice chirped as she walked over to Bella and smoothed out the front of her dress. "Doesn't she, Edward?" she asked me expectantly as she adjusted Bella's smooth curls. I loved when her hair was naturally wavy like that.
"Y-Yea," I replied, my voice catching in my throat. I coughed conspicuously and Alice just smirked.
"Jeez, Bella, you have Edward all flustered. Should I leave the two of you alone?" she teased.
Bella and I shared an uneasy look, but Alice was completely oblivious as she continued messing with Bella's hair some more. I wish she would stop. Bella's hair looked perfect the way it was. She looked perfect the way she was. Always.
Fuck, maybe Emmett was right. Maybe I was some pansy ass. After everything Bella had put me through over the last few months, I still couldn't deny my attraction to her. And I hated her all the more because of the way she made me feel.
"There, Bella," Alice announced proudly, stepping away from her and studying Bella's figure. "Perfect. Right, Edward?" Alice asked me nonchalantly as she fixed her own short, black hair.
"Yea," I whispered in agreement as Bella's eyes snapped up to mine. "Perfect."
XxXxX
The guests started arriving some time around seven and the living room and backyard were becoming completely packed. I just wanted to be alone, but everywhere I went old friends or family members I hadn't seen in forever would try to strike up conversation. I just wasn't feeling it tonight.
I walked into the kitchen, since that was the most vacant place in the whole house, and sat at the bar stool opening my second beer of the evening.
"Why are you going so light tonight, Eddie boy?" Emmett's annoying voice suddenly chimed in as he strolled into the kitchen and took out a bottle of some hard liquor I hadn't seen in the living room earlier and opened it, pouring a generous amount into a tall glass and setting it in front of me. "Drink. You've been having a rough time lately."
I looked up at Emmett in shock. His eyes showed nothing but sincerity and that only surprised me more. He was sounding like a compassionate older brother who knew I was having a tough time and decided getting me hammered was the best way to handle it.
"Okay," I answered hesitantly, grabbing the glass and drinking about half of it at one time. I set it back down with a content sigh and saw Emmett with a huge shit-eating grin on his face as he poured some more into the half empty glass.
I drank all of it this time.
I wasn't sure how long I was in the kitchen with Emmett or how many fucking drinks we had—although Emmett called it quits after half an hour of non-stop drinking. He started pouring me another shot, but I held up my hand and shook my head. I had had enough for one night.
"You sure?" he asked me, raising his eyebrows. "You've been through a rough time," he repeated ominously.
"Yea, I fucking know. That's no reason to drink myself into a God-damned coma," I spat back harshly.
He chuckled and shook his head just as Rosalie sauntered in. "Edward, Alice is asking for you," she said, looking at Emmett. They shared a silent exchange for a few moments before looking away from each other and then at me.
I watched them in confusion before shaking my head and stumbling off of the barstool. I heard Emmett laughing at me as I struggled to walk out into the living room like a normal person. I looked around, but Alice was nowhere to be seen. With a heavy sigh, I started making my way upstairs, realizing I needed to get the hell away from everyone.
"Edward!"
I turned around when her voice called my name and saw Bella standing next to a few of Alice's friends. They were all smiling at me and Bella said something to them before running over to me in her fucking amazing fuck-me heels.
"My husband!" she sang happily.
I smirked at her and realized she was probably just as drunk as me. Apparently Rosalie thought she had been having a rough time as well.
"Bella," I said in a raspy voice, acknowledging her presence. My eyes, however, were only trained on her red pumps. They were so fucking sexy. I finally diverted my droopy eyes away from them and looked up at her.
"Where are you going?" she asked me curiously, tilting her head to the side.
"Up to our room," I answered as smoothly as I could manage.
"Alone?"
I nodded and watched her carefully as she seemed lost in her own thoughts. "Do you want to come?" I asked her, slurring my words slightly.
Her mouth pulled up into a smirk. "Oh, I want to come, Edward," she breathed as she brushed past me, her ass making full contact with my now hard cock. I had to hold onto the railing behind me to keep myself upright.
Had she really just said that to me?
I walked up the remainder of the steps and glanced behind me to make sure no one was watching us. I knew they thought we were still a married couple and everything, but it still looked a little sleazy for the two of us to drunkenly retire to our rooms while everyone else was still downstairs.
Well, the fuck with them.
I closed the bedroom door behind me and looked over to where Bella was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with the hem of her dress. I didn't hesitate to go sit right beside her, our thighs practically touching. I watched her biting her lip as she studied the floor.
"What are you thinking?" I whispered.
She looked up at me, her eyes slightly glazed over from the drinks she had obviously downed earlier. "You," she replied without hesitation.
"What about me?" My voice came out raspier and shakier than I had intended.
She stared at me for a few seconds before she finally looked away, studying the floor intensely once again. "Fuck, I drank a lot," she suddenly announced, shaking her head and giggling.
I couldn't help but chuckle in return. "I know. Fucking Emmett," I mumbled before looking at her once again.
A piece of stray hair fell across her face and I saw her hand twitch in her lap and knew she was going to brush it away. Instead, I reached up slowly and gently tucked it behind her ear. She looked up at me and visibly shook from the contact.
"Why did you do that?" she whispered, refusing to look at me.
"Wanted to see you," I slurred, completely captivated by her beauty. She was so fucking close to me.
"Edward," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as the hand that had tucked her hair behind her ear was now gently cupping the side of her face.
"Tell me," I whispered, not really sure what I was asking for. I didn't even realize what I was doing until I had leaned into her neck and placed a soft kiss just below her ear. She shivered slightly in response and I smirked against her warm skin. "Do you like that?" I asked smugly. I knew it made me sound like an arrogant ass, but I blamed it on the alcohol.
Fuck, I needed to stop this.
My head was still resting in the crook of her neck and I knew I should have pulled away since she didn't seem to want to push me away. I knew we both probably had a little too much too drink and would regret it if we did something stupid. In the back of my mind, I kept repeating that over and over again. But my body didn't move away from her. Instead, one of my hands reached over and made its way under the hem of Bella's dress and slid up her warm thigh.
And, fuck. She didn't even push me away. She spread her fucking legs wider for me.
I moved my mouth across her neck and over to her jaw and chin, finally reaching her cheek and placing a soft, lingering kiss there before I pulled away and looked into her brown eyes. She was so close, our noses practically touching. She swallowed a very visible lump in her throat and as I slid my hand up to the edge of her silk panties, I kept my eyes locked on hers.
I knew she was drunk. Her eyes were red and watery and she wasn't stopping me. I knew I was drunk because I wasn't fucking stopping myself.
Somewhere, in the far back of my subconscious where sober Edward resided, I knew I should have pulled away. I knew it was wrong to do what I was doing; that we would both probably hate ourselves in the morning, but I hadn't ever been close to anyone the way I was with Bella. And after three months of not being with her in any way, my body was reacting immensely to the close proximity. Even if our actions were being fueled by the alcohol we had consumed, it didn't seem right to waste a perfectly good moment.
Yea, Cullen, keep telling yourself that.
I knew I should have stopped before things got too far, but instead, I slid two fingers into her panties and found her wet and ready for me. She moaned my name and then her lips were on mine, kissing furiously and grabbing the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer to her as I slipped two fingers inside of her.
I began pumping in and out of her quickly, not really wasting any time. I wanted to make her come. And then maybe drunk Bella would return the favor to drunken Edward and they would live happily ever after.
"Fuck, Edward," she hissed as I continued thrusting my fingers in and out of her and rubbing her clit with every stroke. "That feels…so good. Mmm…God, I missed your fingers," she breathed.
Shit.
I forgot Bella talked dirty when she was drunk. It completely turned me on and I was afraid I would explode right there in my pants without her even having to touch me.
"Stop," she finally whimpered after a few minutes. I inwardly cursed when I realized she had probably processed what we were doing and had come to her senses. But I was still far too drunk to come to mine and I needed to feel her let go because of me. Just once.
"Edward, stop," she breathed again, placing one hand on my chest and pushing me back.
I looked at her and she grabbed my wrist, pulling my fingers out of her wetness and placing them in my lap. I was watching her confused as she stood up. And then I realized what she was doing.
She unzipped the back of her dress and let it slide right off her shoulders. My already hard cock got even harder when I saw she was wearing a strapless black bra and matching black panties.
"Fuck, my wife is hot," I said before I could stop myself. My drunken filter was not kicking in.
She smirked and kicked off her fuck-me heels, stumbling a bit in her drunken haze. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and lost my tie, throwing them in a pile on the floor as I slid up the bed. Bella crawled on hands and knees over to me until she was straddling my lap.
She sat up and quickly unbuttoned my pants as I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, taking her beautiful, warm breasts into my hands. She moaned and threw her head back, biting her lip as I massaged her hard peaks.
"Edward," she moaned. "Mmm, why am I divorcing you again?"
"Fuck if I know, baby," I gasped as she started palming my dick through my black boxer-briefs.
She laughed heartily as she got rid of her panties and swiftly pulled my boxers down. I kicked them off with my pants and grabbed Bella's thighs, positioning her wet pussy over my aching and ready cock.
Then it fucking hit me that we were both fucking wasted and we were about to fuck. Shit, was it bad to do if you were both drunk? Or was that okay? Shit, was she going to think I took advantage of her? She would kill me. I smirked despite myself.
What a fucking way to go.
I was brought out of my musings, however, when Bella suddenly slammed herself onto my cock. I looked up at her and clenched my jaw as she placed a hand on either side of my head on the bed and began riding me. Fast and hard.
Drunk Bella was kinky Bella.
Even in the darkness I could make out her facial expressions. She was fucking enjoying every minute of this.
Shit, why was I still having an inner monologue? I should be enjoying this with her.
I grabbed her hips and began thrusting myself up into her each time she slammed down on me.
"Edward," she moaned as she continued riding my cock. "You are…oh God…so beautiful," she mumbled incoherently. Most of it came out sounding like gibberish in her drunken haze, but I could still make out some of it.
"Not as beautiful as you, love," I ground out.
I grabbed her hips tighter and flipped us over so she was lying on her back. I held onto the wooden bed post above Bella's head with one hand as I grabbed her hip with the other and began driving myself into her even harder. My entire body felt like it was disconnected from the rest of me, but the alcohol only served to heighten all of my senses. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be hard at work, producing sensations I had never felt before.
"You're still…so tight," I managed to say between thrusts. "So fucking tight. Shit, I'm coming," I hissed, because it seemed like the best thing to say at the time.
She moaned my name one last time as we both reached our release together and I whispered her name over and over again against her damp neck as her pussy continued clenching around me and I gradually slowed my thrusts.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us a sticky, sweaty mess before I pulled out and rolled over onto my back, trying to steady my heavy breathing.
"Shit," I breathed shakily.
"I know, shit," she agreed, turning to look at me. "That was so good, Edward," she said in a low, seductive voice.
I nodded and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm so wasted right now, Bella," I blurted out for some unknown reason.
"Fu-uck," she laughed heartily. "Me too!" She sat up on her elbow and looked down at her sweaty body before lifting the comforter and slipping underneath. "Feel like…I could…pass out right now," she mumbled incoherently. "Best…fuck…ever," she murmured. That last part made me smirk. Talk about a fucking ego boost.
I knew she had passed out and it didn't take long for me to follow suit. The alcohol mixed with the intense fucking had exhausted me and I let the darkness slowly overtake me.
XxXxX
I had the worst fucking headache imaginable when I woke up the next morning. I groaned at the intruding sun and placed a hand over my face.
I was going to kick Emmett's ass. It was hit fault I was so fucking drunk the night before and had the worst hangover now. I couldn't even remember half the shit that happened last night.
I sighed and looked down at where I currently was. I was sleeping under the comforter, something I never did. I always slept over it with my own blankets so Bella and I could keep our distance.
I lifted up the blanket and looked down at my body when I felt only skin against the warm blanket.
Shit, I was fucking naked as the day I was fucking born.
I considered that maybe I was so drunk last night that Emmett had taken it upon himself to take off my clothes and play some stupid joke on me while everyone else—including Bella—laughed.
Well, where the hell was Bella then?
I felt movement beside me and quickly glanced over to my side and saw Bella's sleeping form stir slightly before she stilled and her even breathing continued. Her back was to me, but I realized she wasn't wearing a shirt. Her back was bare.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I tried processing everything. Slowly, I lifted the blanket and looked at Bella's body underneath.
Shit, she was naked too.
Okay, so I was in bed with Bella and we were both naked.
In bed.
Naked.
Me.
And Bella.
Together.
Naked. Together.
Then it all fucking came back to me like a movie playing in slow motion in my head.
Bella and I had sex last night.
Correction. Bella and I had drunken sex last night.
I was waking up next to Bella—naked—after a night of drunken sex.
And the worst part was…
…I couldn't even deny how much I fucking loved it.
And how much I wanted to do it again.
And again and again.
Author's Note: So you guys have a choice to make: do you want to read the engagement party from Bella's drunken point of view at the beginning of next chapter and then have me move on to what's going to happen next—sans the lemony goodness since that would be extremely redundant; I'm sure we all know how Bella felt during that lol—or would you rather I just skip right to what's going to happen next? I'll take majority vote, so let me know! And don't forget to share your thoughts on this chapter! Can't wait to hear from you guys :) Thanks for reading!