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Beta is Lindz26. Pre-reader is MichelleMMarie.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
*First Time*

"I'm so glad we found a compromise," Alice said cheerfully. "I like havin' you 'round here."

I smiled, thinking the same thing.

When I'd told Alice I couldn't work at the tavern anymore, she'd provided a roundabout way for everyone involved to stay happy. So, instead of working evenings on the weekends, I'd help her out around the tavern during the off-hours. This way, I got to see Alice, still get paid a bit of cash, and only be seen by those I trusted with my life. It'd been a few days now of this, and I couldn't complain.

"Where's Jasper today?" I asked as I wiped down the bar counter.

"Oh, he's locked himself in the office, as usual. Probably won't come out 'til sundown."

The sound of a distant engine rumbling could be heard. My heartbeat took off in recognition.

"That's Edward," I spoke aloud. "Can I take a ten minute break, Alice?

She took the washcloth from me with a smirk. "Go on."

I practically skipped out the door, elated. His quick return only meant one thing—he was as anxious as I was.

Edward stepped out of the truck just as I fisted his jacket and yanked him down to me. He could barely get the door closed with the way I was feverishly attacking his mouth, pulling him away from the metal junk he drove.

"Mmm," he groaned, his hands finding my waist. They weren't there long. He seemed to rather enjoy squeezing my backside just as much as I did.

I pulled back slightly, releasing quick pants. "Did you get them?" I asked.

"Mm-hm," he hummed, bringing me even closer to him.

"Good," I breathed, and pressed my lips to his again in heated passion.

Edward responded with equal fervor, and in a sudden move, I was lifted onto the hood of the truck. My legs were parted by large hands, and he stood between them to deepen our kiss.

These sorts of intense make-out and heavy groping sessions weren't rare for us the past few days. It was all foreplay, leading up to the grand finale...to what we planned to do this very day.

On his usual weekly trip to Redwood City, aside from making a stop at the food bank and buying our groceries, I knew he wouldn't return home without protection. I was pretty sure that was the only thing on his mind, and to be honest, it was all I could think about, as well. We were extremely…extremely…sexually charged.

"Let's go," he blurted into my mouth, not taking the chance of breaking our now hurried and frantic kisses. His fingers were gripping onto the hem of my dress so tightly, I thought it might rip. Hell, I was close to ripping the dress myself.

His teeth tugged gently on my lower lip just as I shook my head in the negative.

"Hmm?" he hummed in question, and attached his mouth to my jaw. "Why not?"

My fingers slithered into his hair, holding his head in the same spot so he could continue the swirly thing he was currently doing with his tongue…Holy… "I'm working," I managed to get out.

He let out a deep groan. I wasn't sure if it was from my answer or if it was because I'd tugged on his hair roughly. Either way, his tongue had moved a little higher up to just below my ear. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I fought the urge to yank down his fly.

"Oh, Lord—Wow. Okay…," a surprised voice stuttered to the side of us.

We jarred apart to see Alice shielding her eyes.

"Sorry, Petal!" she exclaimed. "It's been more than ten minutes, so I thought I'd come find ya. I can see ya busy, though.

Not embarrassed at all, I let out a chuckle and used the back of my hand to wipe my moist mouth. "It's okay. We're done," I assured.

Edward shook his head at me with a scowl. "No, we aren't," he whispered in protest, his grip tightening on my dress.

I extracted his fingers one by one and tried to get down, but he refused to step away from between my legs.

"She'll be there in five, Alice," Edward called out, his tone a little kinder than usual.

"Alrighty," she replied, hastily took a peek over her hand, and then vanished inside quickly.

Before I could even get one word out, his mouth connected to a sensitive part of my neck, causing me to moan. "I should really get back," I spoke, trying to convince myself more than him.

He stopped abruptly and dropped his forehead to my shoulder for a few long moments before he took one giant step back. "Fine," he grumbled, and held out his hand for me to grab onto as I hopped down.

"Come in for a drink," I offered, smoothing out my dress.

"The tavern doesn't open until later."

"Well, seeing as you own the place, I figured it'd be fine," I said without thinking. When I realized my error, it was too late. I couldn't backtrack.

His eyes narrowed. "Alice told you, didn't she?" he accused, not sounding completely surprised, but still aggravated, nonetheless.

I placed my hands on my hips, because he was only ticked he'd been found out, not that he'd withheld important information about himself. "And you didn't," I shot back.

His demeanor changed, and he looked slightly unsure of himself. "I've been meaning to…but…" he started, "I've been distracted lately."

I rolled my eyes. "You had loads of opportunities." It wasn't like we'd been attached at the mouth every moment of every day. Though, sometimes, it did seem like that.

He sighed. "Yeah, I guess.

"Remember what I said about honesty, Edward? I don't understand why you felt the need to keep this from me."

His eyes turned slightly angry. "I wasn't keeping it from you purposely. I just don't like to think about it."

"You don't like to think about the fact that you own the tavern?"

He shrugged and glanced away. "It just reminds me of things I don't want to be reminded about."

I softened at that. "I get it. I just wish I could've found out from you instead of Alice."

"She can't keep her damn mouth shut," he muttered under his breath, walking to the entrance.

I followed him. "Don't blame her. I told her to tell me."

He huffed and opened the door.

X-X-X-X

"But did you have to yell at her?"

"I should've been the one to tell you," he replied, gripping onto the steering wheel. "It's not like it got through her thick skull, anyway."

"Hey, that's my friend."

"And what am I?"

For a moment, I couldn't think of an answer to that. "Someone who didn't tell me they owned the place I work at."

He glanced over at me briefly and let out a defeated sigh. "I'm sorry, okay? I would've told you eventually."

"Eventually?" I asked incredulously. "What else are you keeping from me?"

"Nothing."

My eyes assessed him closely.

He took another quick look at me and regarded the road again. "You don't believe me?" he questioned, a hint of hurt there.

I exhaled loudly through my nose and gazed out the window. "No, I do believe you, and that's my problem. I believe you too easily, and then I find out you're hiding something else from me."

The truck stopped, and I realized we were home already. He switched off the engine, angled his body to me, and took my hand out of my lap, setting it on the seat between us. "I'm not hiding anything else about myself," he spoke with conviction. His thumb rubbing my skin put me at ease.

When we entered the cabin, Sadie and Tucker were excited to see both of us. After petting them for a few minutes, I went into the bedroom to freshen up, only to stop in my tracks. A few lit candles adorned the nightstand, as well as a small vase of daisies.

"Oh," I breathed, taken aback. I could feel Edward directly behind me. My heart thumped, realizing how lucky I was right now. "You did this?"

He cleared his throat. "Yeah," he replied quietly.

My eyes took in the bed, and I couldn't help but chuckle. A box of condoms was haphazardly tossed on it. "Very romantic," I teased, and picked up the box.

He quickly snatched it out of my hand. "Damnit," he cursed to himself, and crossed over to the nightstand, shoving the box into the drawer. When he looked back at me, he seemed nervous. "I'm a little out of practice."

I smiled warmly at him, trying to disarm his sudden discomfort. Not once did I take my eyes off him as I sat on the edge of the bed. I was ready for this. "Shut the door," I requested.

He blinked at me a few times and moved to the door. As he tried to close it, Tucker attempted to push his way inside. "No, stay out there," Edward whispered discreetly, and finally managed to lock us in. Alone.

I giggled to myself. "Does he want a show?" My voice was dripping with innuendo I didn't know I was capable of.

He rubbed the back of his neck, still awkwardly standing by the door. "Apparently," he replied.

Scratches on wood broke our attention from each other. Either Tucker or Sadie was trying to bust in.

Edward groaned, closing his eyes briefly in frustration. He looked at me apologetically. "Let me just get their food together so they're occupied."

"Alright. I'll be here."

He nodded, gave me one last look, and exited the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

At lightning speed, I dashed into the bathroom to check that I looked alright. Was my hair okay? Should I brush my teeth? Did I have ketchup on the corner of my mouth from when I ate those fries earlier? I wished I had some sort of makeup to brighten my face, but then again, he most likely preferred me as I was.

For a brief moment, I wondered if I should take off my dress or let him do that. In my opinion, there'd been enough foreplay throughout the week, and I was positive he wouldn't hate it if I skipped a step.

Once my dress and panties were off, I debated whether to get under the blanket or lay on top. It was a tough decision; however, I didn't have very long to decide, because the door began to open again.

I swiftly launched myself onto the bed, resting on my side in what could only be described as an alluring pose…I hoped.

"Sorry about that," he said as he stepped in. "I forgot to feed them this morn—" He stopped speaking, his eyes roaming over my very naked body.

I was right. He definitely didn't mind that I'd skipped a step. "Are you coming over here any time soon?" I asked playfully.

His eyes finally connected with mine, snapping out of the spell he was under. One by one, and painfully slowly, he began removing his clothes, starting with his jacket, followed by his shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and finally, his boxers.

I couldn't help but stare brazenly at the part of him I'd soon become intimate with. He was ready for me, it seemed, and because of that, it made me very anxious. I figured I'd done this before, given how I wasn't technically single, but that didn't mean I was an expert of sex. A lot of it would have to come from my instincts.

He climbed onto the bed, resting against his heels as he implored me silently for what should be done next. I joined him on my knees and reached out to him, my hands lightly brushing across his broad shoulders, down his toned biceps.

"Are you nervous?" I questioned softly.

"A little," he responded, resting his hands on my hips.

"Don't be. It's just us."

The corner of his mouth lifted. "I know."

I smiled in return.

Choosing not to stall any longer, we both leaned in, starting off with a slow, meaningful kiss. Our hands roamed wherever we could reach, his taking refuge on my bare bottom, caressing it, while I decided to be bold. I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around him. His breath caught momentarily, before he dipped his tongue into my mouth.

He was hot and hard in my hand as I pumped him a few times, feeling the length of him. Abruptly, he stopped my hand's movement. "Lay down," he ordered.

I did so, watching him intently while he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. Once he was finished, he separated my legs and moved between them, fitting himself to me. He made sure to keep his weight off me by propping himself up on his forearms.

He seemed nervous again, and I wanted him to feel at ease, so I caressed his back languidly, listening to his breathing slow.

"Is this going too fast?" he questioned quietly, his mouth an inch from my own.

"No," I replied, and widened my legs even more for him. "I want this."

He gave me a meaningful look, one I didn't think I'd ever forget, and brought his lips to mine. The depth and adoration behind the kiss nearly winded me. This was a personal and intense moment between us. It was everything I wanted it to be. Everything it should be.

With a final peck, he positioned himself at my entrance. When he pushed in, I gasped sharply at the sensation of being filled. I thought perhaps once we were joined, I'd receive an overwhelming feeling of this being wrong, considering my marital status, but I didn't feel that at all. To the contrary, this felt so right. I berated myself for even thinking about anything or anyone other than the amazing man above me.

"Am I hurting you?" he inquired when he was halfway in.

"No, keep going," I urged, my chest rising and falling quicker.

He dropped his forehead to the crook of my neck and pushed all the way inside of me, until he couldn't go any further. A broken exhale escaped him. He wrapped my legs around his hips, and I locked my ankles together, hugging him closer to me, enjoying his warmth.

After a delicate kiss to my shoulder, he began to move. His strokes were long and slow at first, filling me to the brim again and again, and a pace formed.

For several minutes, neither of us uttered a word, except listening to the sounds of our shallow breaths. I became lost in the feeling of him, and the strong emotions he evoked from me.

His hot air was on my ear, as if he wanted to whisper something to me, but he didn't. The tingling in my body intensified the longer he pushed within me. His mouth covered mine, and our lips expressed words that weren't spoken aloud. Words of pleasure. Words of adoration. Words of possession.

Our bodies were in sync, the pace now quick yet not any less meaningful. He grasped my hands, pinning them above my head one by one, and moved even deeper in me, causing me to cry out.

"You'll have to be patient with me this first time," he rasped through clenched teeth.

I understood what he meant. "It's okay," I assured in a whisper that was most likely lost over his heavy pants.

As he took himself to the highest point, I kissed, licked, and sucked on his neck, which seemed to arouse him even more. His grunts came out more frequent and louder as the seconds passed, and soon, he tumbled over the edge. I watched him, in awe, as he rode out his orgasm, pumping a couple more times inside me, and eventually came down from it.

For a long while, he was very still above me, until he suddenly kissed me with a passion most would never think possible. I felt lightheaded yet completely ecstatic to have just shared this experience with this wonderful man.

He pulled back only minutely, his penetrating eyes gazing into mine. "How can you be so beautiful?" he asked.

I couldn't help but smile timidly at his sweet words. "You're just saying that because you had an orgasm," I affirmed.

"I'm not," he spoke seriously. "I ask myself that every day. And I'm not just talking about how you look."

My heart beat a tad faster, and I wondered if he could hear it. I buried my face in his neck, smelling his natural, musky scent.

"You okay?" he questioned gently, and pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

"Mm-hm," I hummed in reply, not able to properly speak. How could I feel so much for someone I'd only known, technically, for a month?

He unraveled my legs from around him and slowly got up from the bed. "I'll be back in a second."

I observed his bare form while he went into the bathroom. He kept the door open, so I could see almost everything he was doing. I liked how comfortable he was with me now and vice versa. I couldn't ever picture it any other way.

When he came back, in all his naked glory, I noticed he was smiling sinisterly.

"What's that for?" I asked, wanting to be in on whatever had made his mood become mischievous.

"Nothing," he replied innocently, and situated himself next to me. He lay on his side, facing me, his hand coming to rest on my stomach. "How are you feeling?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Good, why?"

"'Cause…I'm not done just yet," he responded mysteriously, and slowly, his fingers headed south, at first barely tickling my stomach, but soon, venturing further down.

"What are you doing?" I inquired in a pleasurable gasp as his middle finger swirled lasciviously around the spot that throbbed for some attention.

"Making you feel good," he said, and bent his head to my breast, sucking a nipple into his hot mouth.

The different sensations felt phenomenal. I wound my fingers into his hair, relishing in the talent of his fingers and the high he was leading me to.

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