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CHAPTER 6: The Apple of Your Eye

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you all for your amazing reviews! They make me so happy and I was compelled to get this out there for you all as a little thank you. It's full of a little more from the end of last chapter, if you can pick up on my meaning.

EPOV

Before I met Bella, I had been a fairly sexual guy. It might be a little hard to fathom, but I had been almost as active as Emmett--the only difference was, Emmett was with one girl. One girl through all of his sexcapades, one girl at a time.

I was not a man-whore, but I was definitely not a prude either. First there had been Jessica, who wasn't actually a bad virgin lay. For a first time for both of us, it wasn't bad at all. After that came Amber, but she was older than I was and soon left for college. Then came Lauren--big mistake. I only did it with her twice, and even that was a stretch. I couldn't handle her nasally voice, and every time afterward, she would bat her eyelashes at me and told me she loved me.

Then came Tanya, who was, in all essence, a sex goddess. And though now I regret every second I spent in her bed, I can't deny that I didn't enjoy it. The only problem with her was, once I decided that I wanted a relationship for more than just sex, she got clingy. She could sense it coming to an end and began to get mushy, clingy, and the whiny nickname of "baby" came into play more than I wanted.

Then I met Bella, and all sexual activity stopped, with the exception of the action I received from my own hand.

So it was needless to say that this was the first real moment of action I had had in months. And as I tried to keep her close while pushing my hips backward to hide my raging hard-on, I realized just how much I needed this--needed her.

And it would have been so much easier if she had tight-lip kissed me once and pulled away. I would have been able to back away and still be able to function and think normally in the real world.

But of course, to both my extreme delight and torturous horror, she moved her lips lightly over mine and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her soft body up against me, sandwiching herself between my body and the wall.

It was becoming very hard for me to hold still. I wanted desperately to wrap my hands behind her knees, lift her up against me and slam her into the wall, sticking my tongue down her throat. But instead, my hands lightly trailed down her sides and rested in the curve of her smooth hips, lightly sawing from side to side.

I surprised myself completely when I pulled away. I looked into her face, and when her eyelids fluttered open, felt my breath catch in my throat. Her eyes were glazed over and hazy, her mouth was slightly parted as she breathed softly in and out, and her cheeks were painted with the rosiest shade of pink I had ever seen on a person. A small strand of soft brown hair had escaped her ponytail and I reached up to tuck it behind her ear. I left my hand on her cheek, slowly moving my thumb back and forth along her cheekbone.

"We…we should probably…stop," she gasped. "Charlie… will be…home soon."

But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to feel her soft body pressed up against mine again, filling into all the hard places and wrapping me in her subtle warmth. I wanted to feel her soft, pillow-like lips pressed against mine, and I wanted a chance to taste her with my tongue--

Definitely not good to be thinking about.

I didn't respond to her comment about her father, but instead leaned in to rest my forehead against hers. "Bella," I whispered, closing my eyes.

"Do you want me?"

She didn't answer. I heard her breathing pick up, but I didn't open my eyes. My heart clenched but I pushed on. "Don't think about anyone but you and me. What do you want?"

She spoke in such a soft tone that at first I wasn't sure that I heard her correctly.

"You."

I held my breath, waiting for her to continue.

"I want you." She exhaled audibly. "I have for a long time. Since the first time I--"

This time I came unreasonably close to smashing her against the wall. I backed her up with more force than she was probably used to and crushed her lips beneath mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her hard against me, ignoring the twitch in my cock at her contact.

The small sighs coming from her throat spurred me on, pushed me forward, until I grabbed her wrists and held them tightly above her head against the wall. My lips worked fiercely against hers, but I was so caught up in my own passions that I didn't realize she was slowing in her responses until she wasn't kissing me back at all.

I pulled back.

"Bella?" I asked softly. I looked at her incredulously as tears leaked from under her closed eyelids.

She didn't respond, and her cheeks flushed as I watched.

Fuck. Did I hurt her? Did I scare her?

"Bella? What is it? Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head, sending her brown hair flying. "I don't want to be held down. Don't hold me still. Please, don't hold me still..."

"Shhh, shhh," I said, wrapping my arms around her. She buried her head in the crook of my neck and I felt the warm liquid of her tears dripping onto my shoulder. "Bella, what is it? Why--"

Her eyes snapped open at the same moment my eyes flew toward the door. The sound of car tires pulling into the driveway distracted both of us, and I looked at her in alarm, my eyes widening. She pulled away from me quickly; her eyes were just as wide, and she furiously rubbed at her cheeks, tied her hair back and patted at her face.

I glanced toward the open window. "Do you think I could--"

The door opened behind me. I cringed. I turned slowly, but Charlie was looking down at the stack of mail in his hands. "Bella?" he called loudly. "Bella, I'm home."

"Hi, Dad," she murmured from her corner of the room.

Startled, he dropped the mail, and I watched as it fluttered onto the table. He looked back and forth, between Bella and I.

His face turned red and a vein ticked in his forehead. I watched in slight fascination, wondering if it were possible for a human head to explode. Finally, he opened his mouth, and a bellow came out that I didn't even think was possible of him. "What the hell are you doing in my house?"

It scared me for a moment. This guy was capable of cutting my balls off and hanging them on his mantle piece next to the three foot bass mounted on top of his fireplace. I glanced nervously at the gun in his hip holster, mentally calculating how long it would take him to pull it out and point it at me.

"Dad!" Bella hissed.

He silenced her with a look that could have wilted flowers. Anger curdled in my stomach. I turned to the chief of police, and said with more balls than I felt I owned at the moment, "I was dropping off some notes from Biology for Bella today. Sir."

He glared at me, his eyes narrowing. He turned to Bella.

Who had been crying.

Oh damn. I might as well eat shit and die.

"Bella? What is going on here?"

Her eyes widened. "Nothing that you're thinking, Dad." Her voice was soft, cautious.

"What am I thinking?"

She glared at him. "Knock it off!"

"Knock what off, Isabella?"

She took a deep breath. "Stop being a… a jackass!"

I whirled to look at her. If she thought she was making the situation any easier, she was sadly mistaken. I wanted to just grab her hand and pull her outside and tell her that she wasn't helping, but I refrained and looked at the toes of my black leather shoes.

"Watch your mouth. Now I'm going to ask you again. Why are you crying?"

She opened and then closed her mouth. "That wasn't what you asked before."

"Stop evading the question."

They glared at each other for a few minutes, and as I watched I was amazed at how much they looked alike. They had the same dark hair and dark eyes, same rosy face--though Bella's looked infinitely more attractive--and they had the exact same face. It was almost looking at a mirror.

"I was cutting onions," Bella said, staring at the floor. I felt a smile creep onto my face.

"Onions." Charlie repeated. Not questioning her, but restating her in an incredulous tone.

"Yeah. You bought the wrong onions. I've told you that the yellow ones are more pungent and they make my eyes water. You should've bought the red ones."

"Onions." Again.

"Yes."

And then something seemed to click in Charlie's mind. "Ooh," he said excitedly. "You're making that pasta recipe that Mama used to make?"

"Yes," Bella said. "I was cutting up the onions for the pasta when Edward came over to drop off some notes for my homework. That's all."

He sighed. Turning to me, he narrowed his eyes again, and then smiled halfheartedly. "Sorry, kid."

I shrugged. "No big deal, Chief Swan."

He pulled off his jacket and hung his belt up on a hook near the door. "Well, I'm gonna watch the game. Rays finally made it to the World Series. Against Philly. Should be interesting to see how that turns up." He began to move toward the living room. His shoulders tensed and he turned toward me. "You wanna come watch?" He didn't turn around.

"No thank you sir," I murmured. "I have to finish up some homework."

His shoulders visibly relaxed as he calmed down and headed into the living room. I turned toward the door, but was stopped when Bella put a hand on my shoulder. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the front door. We walked silently to the car, and I debated saying something to her. Do you want a ride tomorrow? Do you want to feel the leather in my backseat? Are you feeling okay? Do you want to know how I can make you feel better?

I unlocked the door and pulled it open, standing next to her. I leaned down, kissed her cold nose, and then whispered into her ear, "You look very cute in terrycloth." I kissed her heated cheek.

I sat down in the seat, turned the car on and unrolled my window. She leaned down, slowly, and as hesitantly as I thought humanly possible she leaned forward, pressed her lips to my nose, and then whispered into my ear, "You look cute wet." And placed a very delicate kiss on my cheek.

I wasn't sure whether she was aware of the double entendre in her words. At least, I was, and after two seconds I had to concentrate all of my energy on not jumping from the car, grabbing her and ripping that bathrobe right off her body. My fingers clenched around the steering wheel.

As she started to pull her head back, I angled my head slightly to the left and nipped her jaw. My lips quickly trailed up to her mouth and I kissed her with as much force as I would allow myself.

Other than strong suction, it was a chaste kiss. She pulled away quickly, glancing at the house. I reached up and grabbed the side of her neck, pulling her head back down. "I wasn't done," I growled, and attacked her mouth again.

I let her go with a whisper, "I bet you would look good wet too." Her cheeks flamed as she finally realized her wording, and began to wring her hands nervously.

I smirked at her. "Goodbye, Bella."

"Bye, Edward."

I rolled up the window and backed out of the driveway, keeping my my eyes on her gorgeous figure as I drove away, and it was only until I neared the exit toward my house that I realized that I still had the Biology notes sitting on the passenger seat

For the first time in my life, I needed Emmett.

As I walked in through the front door, I realized just how dumb it was. I should be going to Carlisle about this, not asking my horny eighteen year-old brother. But then again, I would be nervous as hell asking Carlisle for a spare condom or telling him about all the crazy fantasies I had been coming up with in the car, some of which caused me to pull over for a moment to breathe.

I passed through the living room, and decided to stay quiet when I found Jasper and Alice cuddled together on the couch. Normally, I liked to make some sort of rude remark, but I was beginning to gain a new respect for Jasper and his unending amount of control. How he could sit there with his arm wrapped around her, going through a fashion magazine was beyong me. Had I been in his place, I probably would have had my hand up Bella's shirt and my tongue halfway down her throat.

I found Emmett in the attic--or his personal home gym rather. I choked back a laugh of hysteria when I recognized the song pumping through the walls.

Stronger by Kanye West.

I laughed to myself. Only Emmett could be so dumb yet funny at the same time. Kicking open the door, I walked straight over to his weightbench and kicked one of the legs. Ignoring the string of profanities that came from his mouth, I stood and waited for him to put the weights down and sit up.

"What the hell was that for little brother?"

I cringed. "I need your help."

He looked at me. "Ok. Cut the shit. You interrupted my workout. What the fuck do you want?"

"Exactly what I just said."

He still looked doubtful. "I ain't bitin,'" he said, and stood to walk over to his new Bowflex.

"Emmett, I'm serious, and am kind of short on time so I need you to help me." My dick is about to explode so if you don't hurry up... "Please."

"Fine." He grabbed a water bottle and drank half of it in one gulp. "This better be good."

"There's this girl," I began, but was cut off by a hand.

"You mean, I have to refund everyone's membership to the We All Know Edward's Secretly a Butt Pirate Club?"

"Would you shut the hell up?" I barked. "I don't want to be in here either, so let me say what I want to say and then I'll get out."

He was silent.

I ran my hands through my hair. "I would appreciate it if you would promise not to mock me about this either."

He finally sensed the urgency of my mood and straightened. "Sure, little brother. What do you need?"

I grew fidgety. "It's Bella."

His eyes widened.

"And today I... well I sort of went to her house. To give her Bio notes. And then something in my snapped. I didn't know what was happening, only that I was asking her if she wanted me and then telling her I needed her and the whole time I was resisting the urge to throw her up against the wall and... well, you know. And I don't know how to handle this. You know better than anyone that I'm no prude when it comes to sex, but this... this is completely different. I mean, yeah I get hard, that's not the problem, but I just--"

"Edward," Emmett held up his hands. "Slow down. Speak slowly."

"I want it to be right. I want her more than I ever wanted Tanya, but I don't just want to get into her pants. It means something."

Emmett grinned at me. "So, you want to put the dog in the bun."

I grew cautious and nodded once.

"You want to eat her fruit?"

Another curt nod.

"You mean you want to--"

"Emmett! Goddammit I get it! Yes! I want to fuck her. We've established that already. But I believe I asked you what I should do about it. Because I don't want it to be meaningless. You got Rose to stick with you for three years--God knows why--and I want to know how because I want the same thing with Bella!"

Emmett pulled a foil packet out of his pocket. "Condom?"

"Fuck you!" I screamed. I wanted to punch him, but at that moment Rosalie came in. She walked over to Emmett, placed a hand smack in the middle of his sweaty chest and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Hey baby. Sorry I'm late."

Emmett smiled and then looked at me. "Edward get out."

"Are you kidding me! You have sex in the gym too?"

Rosalie laughed. "Eventually. Right now he just wants to work out." She laid her purse on the floor and walked over to Emmett, unzipping her jacket a tad. She laid flat across his chest, and I watched in fascination as Emmett picked her up and began to bench her as if she were a two-hundred pound dumbbell.

"Jesus Christ," I mumbled, and turned to go.

"You know," Rosalie said from her perch. "Emmett and I didn't even have sex the first six months that we dated."

I felt my jaw unhinge. She smiled.

"That's all I'm saying. Give her time. When she's ready, she'll come. No pun intended. But when the time is right, everything will fall into place and it will happen and by completely magical. Until then, just concern yourself with at least getting to first."

"He's already been there," Emmett said, a little out of breath.

"Oh! Well, then focus on getting to second. Take it one step at a time."

I nodded curtly and turned to walk out. I closed the door behind me, and I heard the music cue up again. As I began to walk up the stairs, I could faintly detect the sound of a soft moan. And even though it was my brother and his girlfriend in there, I still couldn't help but perk up at the sound.

I almost ran to my room. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I wasted no time in getting rid of my clothing. I could use the shower, but with the conversation Emmett and I just had, I was pretty sure he would be able to figure out what I was doing and wouldn't be able to keep his fat mouth shut. I could always use the bed or the couch, but that lacked creativity--though I didn't think that this time would require much though.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and felt my hand rake along my abdomen. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pictured Bella as I had a few times before. Naked, spread eagle, wet and waiting for me. Butterflies began to race in my stomach as my hand made contact with my hard length. My fingers wrapped around the base and I began to roll them around.

Her breasts bobbing up and down as she rode me.

Her head thrust back as her mouth opened around my name in a moan.

Her juices dripping from my mouth as I licked every last drop.

My fingers continued to work, my hand jerking up and down until the tight bubble that had formed within me exploded. Clenching the sheets, I rolled from side to side as I rode out the waves, squeezing my eyes shut as I luxuriated in the sensation.

As I came down from my high, I knew one thing was for certain.

I no longer wanted Bella Swan.

I wanted to fuck her.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I hope you all are picking up on the problem I've created. Don't hate me, it will all work out. Now to answer a few questions I have recieved in reviews.

1) Why does Bella say she doesn't want him in the last chapter?
Bella says that she doesn't want him because for the time being she likes the curious feeling of having no emotion. She has had so much baggage already that she just wants to get rid of it all. However, Edward evokes emotion back into her, which she doesn't want to feel. So, going against what she actually feels, she tells him she doesn't want him that if by some chance he may leave her alone and she can go on in her comatose state.
2) What's the deal with Jacob Black?
Well, I can't really tell you without ruining the story. All I can tell you is, this story will mirror the Twilight series in some ways, including Jacob, though Bella won't fall in love with him... I can promise you that. And please keep and open mind when it comes to him. He's only 15, and isn't doing anything to get in the way of Bella and Edward on purpose... yet. Right now, he's just an outlet for her that may or may not develop into something else.

If you find anything else confusing in the story (which I can understand, though I promise it will get easier as the story continues) feel free to PM me or review and ask. If I don't get a chance to respond to you, I will most likely answer your questions here.

Well, it's 1:20 AM and I have french homework I need to do. So, UNTIL THEN...