Chapter 6

"Wow, so all that happened, huh?" Alice sips her coffee, both hands wrapped around the styrofoam cup.

"Yeah, so what do I do?" This is what my life has come to and it needs to change. I need to fire her. Or talk James into stopping this ridiculousness. Alice is a friend more than a therapist.

"First of all, you get Heather to a salon and get her waxed. Nobody's gonna give her any face-time if she's not groomed." Alice rolls her eyes. "I can't believe I'm talking about your lady parts and giving it a name."

I smile. "I don't want anyone pouring wax on my business. I own a lady Bic, thank you very much."

She shrugs. "I guess after all this time the last thing Heather needs is to be too raw to enjoy the ride."

I break out in a loud guffaw, garnering odd looks from everyone sitting at the other tables in the small coffee shop, but I don't care since this is the first time in a long time that I feel like a normal woman.

Alice holds her stomach as she laughs. "This stuff only happens to you, Bella. I swear."

I shake my head, still giggling. "I guess Heather's getting a haircut."

When I head home a little later, I decide to stop by Edward's. I need to see him just to make sure everything's okay.

I'm nervous as I knock on his door and am about to turn tail when he opens it, his bright green eyes dancing over me and his lips break into a sexy grin. "Hi." He opens the door nodding for me to come in.

"I'm sorry for dropping by I-" My words are cut off by his lips on mine. I'm a little stunned, my eyes wide and my body stiff before melting into his embrace and returning his kiss.

Our lips work together in a frenzy, his tongue peeking out and sliding against mine as I pull him against me, and grind against his thigh. It's been way too long since someone's made me feel this way, if ever. I don't remember my body ever responding like this to anyone ever before.

Edward groans, his large hands skimming my sides and cupping my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh possessively.

I am on fire, so hot for him that I forget everything, letting my body have what it craves as our kisses become deeper and our hands braver.

Edward kisses down my neck and pulls my shirt over my head. It's nothing he hasn't seen, only this time he's close enough to cup my tits and groan as his mouth leaves wet, sloppy kisses over the swells before pulling down the cups, exposing my hard nipples.

"Fuck." His words are muffled, his mouth full of me as he flicks his tongue back and forth over my nipple. I arch my back, my fingers holding on to the back of his head.

"That's so good," I moan, my eyes closed and my thighs clenching together. I'm starting to understand what all the noise was about.

Heather is weeping; making a mess of things. Poor thing needs release and fast.

Edward's lips make a path from my breast to my lips, kissing me like I've never been kissed before. I reach for his shirt, pulling it up. My fingers touch every inch of skin they can, his broad muscles clenching against my fingertips.

"You're so beautiful," he tells me as my eyes roam his firm chest.

I look up at him, the sincerity in his words momentarily shocking me. "The same could be said about you."

He dips his head, his lips capturing mine; his kisses make me feel like I'm flying.

I pull him against me, his hands tweaking my breast and skimming lower. Before I realize it, Edward brings his palm down the front of my pants, his finger dipping between the curls.

"Shit." I pull away from him quickly, my face red in embarrassment. "Shit, shit, shit."

Edward looks at me, brows furrowed. "What's wrong?"

"Three years ago I walked in on my boyfriend pounding my best friend into the wall of my apartment. I haven't … had anyone since." The last words come out muffled and I look away embarrassed as I place the cups of my bra back over my breasts.

"I'll be gentle," Edward says, his fingers cupped under my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"It's not just that." I lick my lips, trying to find the right words. "I let everything grow … down there, like a security blanket. If I don't groom, I won't … have sex. It's like a chastity belt of sorts. I don't want to get hurt again."

When said out loud, I sound crazy. I sort of get what Alice has been trying to drill into me.

Edward grabs me and holds me tight against his bare chest. Rocking us back a forth he sighs, "Oh, Bella." His voice is so tender, I could almost cry. "I would never hurt you like that, beautiful. Whatever he did, he was an asshole."

With that I do start crying. Now, let me just tell you folks, I am an ugly crier, but in Edward's arms I feel safe, protected. So, I let myself go. Edward keeps stroking my hair and my back, making long passes that travel down my spine and end at the top of my ass.

My eyes aren't the only things leaking right now. Heather seems to be enjoying the attention he's giving me as well.

After about twenty minutes, I finally calm down and try to pull out of Edward's embrace, but he only holds me tighter.

"Bella?" he says.

"Yes?"

"I think I could, um, help you out … that is, if you want me to."

I look up at him and notice-once again-he's blushing. Why would him saying he could help cause him to blu-oh holy shit, he wants to help me with Heather. But does he mean he wants to help me get over my three year slump or help me … you know, tame the shrew.

"Wh-what do you mean help?" I stutter.

He smiles a crooked little half smile at me, "I could weed the garden before I smell the flower," he states.

"No! Oh, hell no, Edward!" I exclaim. "The last time anyone was down there she screamed, and she was my OB/GYN."

He snorts. "Bella, come on, it can't be that bad can it?" he asks.

"Let me put it to you this way, Edward. If I stripped down naked and drew a pair of sunglasses and a top hat on my stomach, Heather could be the next ZZ Top for Halloween."

He looks confused. "Who's Heather?"

Now I'm truly mortified. If he doesn't run screaming from me after this I'll be surprised.

"Heather is my ... you know." I motion below my waist.

He starts to laugh, loudly. Now I'm just getting irritated. I huff out a breath. "Please, like you haven't named your cock!" That shuts him right up and his cheeks pink slightly "That's what I thought." I smirk.

"How did you come up with Heather?" he asks.

Internally I struggle with telling him a lie or the truth. I decide on truth since a) I know what it's like to be lied to and I don't want to put anyone in that position ever, and b) I figure if he hasn't run screaming by now it might just be okay.

"I may have a slight obsession with the movie Heathers. You know, Christian Slater?"

"What's your damage, Heather?" he questions.

I snap my fingers and point at him. "Bingo!"

He starts to chuckle and it's low and sexy. I can practically feel the vibrations in my chest and once again Heather is getting excited.

"You crazy, silly, wonderful, woman," he says as he strokes my cheek. I melt a little.

Taking my hand, he leads me into his bedroom and then into his en-suite. Butterflies erupt in my stomach and I can't tell if it's from excitement or if I'm going to hurl. He lifts me onto the counter, his arm muscles flexing, and steps in between my legs. He starts kissing my neck, sucking on the skin softly, hands caressing my breasts.

"Please let me do this for you Bella. Trust me, please. I won't hurt you. I promise."

I want to tell him that he can't make promises, that people break promises all the time. I want to tell him that I can't be hurt again like I was before, I wouldn't survive it. Alice's words echo in my mind though, "At some point, you'll have to trust someone, and "men aren't all bad, Bella."

I take a deep breath, and take the plunge "Okay."

"Okay?" he questions, looking directly into my eyes.

With steely determination I nod my head, not breaking eye contact "Yes, but you may need a weed whacker to get to the good stuff."

He shakes his head, chuckling. "You're insane."

"I hear you like them crazy." I shrug, still grinning. Oddly, I feel comfortable here with him as I watch him go through his cupboards. He finds everything we need and lays it all out next to where I'm sitting. I'm glad his bathroom counter is big enough.

He looks at me and licks his lips before leaning forward and kissing me softly. "I'm going to need to see what I'm working with, beautiful."

Taking a deep breath, I can feel my skin heat up all the way from my toes to my cheeks. This is either going down in the history books as something we'll be telling our offspring, or it'll be the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me. Let's face it, I embarrass myself on a daily basis, this won't be too bad. It'd be worse if I made an appointment at a salon to get a stranger to wax it.

Wordlessly I stand, and keeping my eyes on Edwards face, I undo the button to my jeans and shimmy them down my legs. I look down at the pink cotton panties and shake my head at myself. Why this man wants to do this is beyond me, but I soldier on. Looking up, I find his eyes again and proceed to dip my thumbs in the waistband of my panties. "This is it," I tell him as I shimmy those down my legs and step out of them.

Edward's eyes stay locked on mine and I see the struggle in them as he reaches for the clasp of my bra. I guess we're doing this stark naked.

"You're so pretty, Bella." His words are pained, like he's struggling with something.

I drop my eyes to his crotch and lick my lips. The tent in the front of his pants is quite impressive. No wonder he's having a hard time (pun intended) the blood isn't flowing in his brain at all. "You're quite something yourself, handsome."

He starts laying his equipment (not THAT kind, you perverts) on a towel beside me. I'm starting to get nervous. I'm afraid of how he will react. Heather is normally gorgeous, right now she resembles Cousin It. I want the pressure off me for a bit and before he can stop me I drop down off the counter and grab at the waistband of his jeans, popping the button.

"Bella?" he questions "what are you doing?"

I lower the zipper on his jeans before reaching my hand in his boxers and grasping his cock pulling it out.

"Fuck," he exhales, "you don't … you don't have to do that."

I lick up the length of him, tasting the saltiness of his skin. I moan in pleasure. Not only have I robbed Heather of male attention for the last three years, I've taken this away from myself too.

Edward isn't huge, thankfully, maybe a little above average, but nowhere near the size of that thing he had in his windowsill. It's a wonder the man didn't have a complex if that's what his ex liked. He is surely to have experienced some dildo vs. penis envy. I don't. Something that huge would split Heather in half, and she's way too fragile for that kind of treatment.

I lick around the top of his cock, sucking it into my mouth, using my tongue on the underside. Edward exhales loudly, his hands moving towards the back of my head, then back up.

He's warring on where to put his hands, so I take the debate away from him. Grasping his hands, I place them on my head. His fingers grip my locks tightly but not hard enough to hurt.

I suck him further into my mouth, humming around him. I look up to him and our gazes lock. One of his hands releases its grip on my hair and he uses his pointer finger to tenderly caress my bottom lip. It's the most intimate moment I've had with a man to date and it serves to both turn me on and melt me at the same time.

Heather is drowning.

I increase my suction, bobbing up and down on his length. His hand finds it's way back into my hair setting a pace that he likes.

He's groaning, panting and obviously trying not to thrust his hips. I use one of my hands to cup his ass and pull him closer to me. Letting him know that it's okay for him to fuck my mouth. His speed increases as my other hand traces his thigh to his balls. It's hard to get my hand in there with his pants still around his thighs so I struggle to pull them down further.

Once I get them where it's comfortable for me to grab him, I cup his balls in my free hand rolling them around, causing him to gasp and moan. I look up again and his face is the picture of pure bliss. I increase my speed to match his and he grips my hair a little harder.

I gently scrape my teeth along the underside and hot spurts of cum shoot down my throat as he moans and cusses, my name falling off his lips.

I swallow him down and lick him clean before smiling back up at him.

"Sorry I didn't warn you," he says.

I shrug. "It's okay. I don't mind," I tell him.

He pulls me to my feet and kisses the hell out of me. We're a mess of teeth and tongue and the thought of him tasting himself on me makes me even more aroused.

I want all of him, all of what he can give me. He lifts me back up onto the counter and-still kissing me-reaches over and turns the water on in the sink.

He stops kissing me long enough to tell me to lift up before placing a towel below me. I'm starting to get nervous again and he can probably tell by the slight shake of my thighs against his hips because he kisses me again before whispering for me to relax.

My attempts at distracting him are null and this is happening.