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EPOV
It takes me about ten minutes to clean up our mess in the kitchen. I might not know how to cook, but I can certainly load a dishwasher. I decide to go the extra mile and wipe down the counters with a disinfectant spray that smells more like bleach than the lemon fragrance advertised on the bottle. Next, I sort and throw away the old newspapers and junk mail that seem to be rapidly multiplying in a pile on the bar; a chore long forgotten since Esme left town last week.
I glance around the kitchen and consider the other duties Esme usually takes care of; the grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking, laundry, the list is endless. Yet none of those things have been neglected since she left. I realize, with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, that Bella must be doing it – all of it. On top of her demanding school and rehearsal schedule, and the extra hours of practice she is putting in for her audition, she has also taken on all of the responsibilities of running our house, which is a full time job in itself.
I'm certain Bella accepted the task without having been asked to do so. Esme would rather chop off one of her perfectly manicured fingers than put the burden on her. Bella has been taking care of us – all of us.
But who is taking care of her?
I feel like such a dick.
I run a frustrated hand through my hair and take another hard look around the room. This ends today. I'm not going to sit around like some lazy, self-centered asshole while someone else takes on all the work. Granted, that's exactly what I've been doing the last eighteen years, but realizing that it's Bella who is taking over all the responsibility is the wakeup call I need.
I lift the half-full trash bag from the can in the kitchen and haul it around the first floor, emptying all the smaller cans from the rest of the house into it. Once the bag is full, I carry it to the garage and toss it into the larger trashcan outside. I make a mental note to drag it and the recycling to the curb before Tuesday's pickup.
Once I'm back inside, I make my way to the laundry room. I open the washing machine to find that a full load of green towels - our green towels - from the upstairs bathroom have just been washed. I sigh and shake my head, even more disgusted with myself. I move the heavy, wet towels from the washing machine to the dryer and start the drying cycle. In the hamper, I find enough pairs of dirty blue jeans to start another load. I pile them into the washer, add the soap, and adjust the knobs on the machine to wash the pants.
Next, I tackle the living room. I straighten the books on the coffee table, fluff the pillows on the couch, then fold the blanket someone left on the chair and return it to the linen closet.
I look around for more to do, but thanks to Bella the house is virtually spotless. I could mop or vacuum, but the floors don't look like they need cleaning. I sigh aloud and concede that there is no more that can be done today as I make my way upstairs to my room.
Bella and Jacob have been locked away in her studio for over an hour now. As soon as they shut the door, the pounding beat of the music begins rattling the walls. I recognize the muffled tune. It's the same one Bella has been playing over and over for the past week. I assume it's the song for her audition routine, but when Jacob is here the song never makes it all the way through. It abruptly stops then starts again, only repeating the last few seconds of the song before stopping again. Apparently, he is making corrections to her routine and having her do it again, and again, and again.
I grab my iPod from my desk, intent on drowning out the noise next door, and settle back onto my bed, knowing I need to find a way to pass the time until Bella finishes with rehearsal. I can already tell this is going to be a difficult task. I'm like a kid on Christmas Eve. This morning I woke up confused and uncertain about what to do, and in the span of two hours, everything has completely changed. Now, I'm nearly jumping out of my skin with anticipation. I have a feeling it is going to be a long day.
As I reach for the book on my nightstand, I see my door open a crack and Jacob stick his head inside. He glances around the room quickly before his eyes find me. I pull one ear-bud from my ear so I can hear what he's saying.
"Hey, man, I was knocking but I guess you didn't hear me," he says.
"Nah, it's cool. What's up? Everything OK?" I feel panic begin to build in my stomach. What if Bella is hurt?
Jacob straightens up and takes a step into my room, looking around again. "Yeah," he says with a dismissive waive of his hand. "I just need to borrow you for a second."
My eyes follow him as he walks over to my desk. "Borrow me?"
"Yes, you. And this too." He picks up the chair in front of my desk and lifts it over his head, the metal legs sticking up toward the ceiling. "Come on," he commands and he carries it out of the room.
"O - K." I'm utterly confused, but I roll off my bed and follow after him, abandoning my book and my iPod behind me. He marches down the hall and into Bella's studio.
I pause in the doorway and take in the scene before me. Bella is sitting in the center of the wood floor, her legs crossed underneath her as she mindlessly plays with the hem of her sweatshirt. When Jacob enters, she lifts her head and watches him intently as he places my chair directly in front of her. Once the chair touches the floor, Jacob motions for me to sit down. Bella turns her head to see me leaning against the doorframe. Understanding dawns on her face as she realizes Jacob intends for me to join them.
Bella leaps to her feet, her eyes wide with alarm. "Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no. Jacob, no! This is not a good idea."
"Bella, if you can't do it in front of him, then you have no business going Wednesday," Jacob argues.
Bella just stares at him, her arms folded across her chest. I don't understand what's going on or why she would object to my presence so adamantly, but she seems to be weighing what Jacob said.
"Fine," she responds curtly, and drops her hands to her sides.
Jacob grins, victorious. "Come on in, Eddie," he says cheerfully, and slaps the seat of the chair.
I settle into the chair, feeling a bit awkward, partly because Bella clearly doesn't want me here and partly because of the strange seating arrangement - a single, armless chair in the center of the room.
Jacob moves to stand next to me and slaps my shoulder firmly. "You're braver than I thought," he mumbles, low enough so Bella can't hear, then turns his attention back to her.
"Bells," Jacob says sternly, "you're doing it full out." He points to a pile on the floor next to the stereo. It looks like a mess of black plastic.
"Ugh!" Bella groans as she turns and marches to the heap on the floor. Her hands curl into tight fists at her sides. "I hate you so much right now."
"Love you," Jacob sings in a patronizing tone, and then looks at me with a reassuring smile.
I keep my eyes focused on Bella as she sits down in front of the black pile. She looks like a sulking child that has been sent to stand with her nose in the corner. I might find her little temper tantrum humorous if I wasn't so preoccupied with trying to figure out what I'm doing here.
Bella lifts part of the black material, bends her right knee, and begins gathering the fabric around her foot. I realize a second later they're boots – shiny, jet-black, leather boots. As they begin to take shape around her legs, I realize the leather stretches up past her knees and to the middle of her thigh. She reaches down to her heel and pulls a long zipper up the inside of her leg before repeating the entire process with the other shoe.
Once both boots are securely bonded to her legs, she stands back up. The pencil thin heel adds another 6 inches to her height. I don't see how anyone can be expected to walk, let alone dance, on those things.
Bella saunters, still clearly annoyed, back to the center of the dance floor. She stops a few feet in front of me, folds her arms over her chest again and stares daggers at Jacob. She hasn't even looked at me since I sat down.
"I said full out," Jacob repeats in a stern tone.
"No," Bella states firmly.
"Come on, loose the Flashdance."
"No way. I put on the boots. That's enough," Bella protests.
"Come on, Bells," Jacob pleads, but she doesn't move. Her eyes drop and focus at the empty space on the floor in front of her.
Jacob walks over to her and wraps his arms around her neck. He pulls her close and whispers in her ear. Bella listens intently, nodding every now and then. Suddenly, her eyes snap up to meet mine. It doesn't take a genius to figure out Jacob is saying something about me, but when the beautiful pink flush spreads across her cheeks, I'm more than a little curious to know exactly what he's telling her.
She sighs, resigning. "Fine," she says.
Jacob leans back, looking her in the eye. "You know I'm right."
"Yeah, yeah," she concedes, though it doesn't sound like she believes him.
Before letting her go, Jacob reaches behind her and pulls the tie from her hair, letting her long tresses spill down over her shoulders. He turns and walks toward me, sitting down on the floor next to my chair. He pulls his knees up to his chest and wraps his burly arms around them.
With his eyes still fixed on Bella, Jacob leans toward me. "You can thank me later," he whispers.
I look back to Bella just as she reaches for the hem of her sweatshirt and pulls it up and over her head.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I'm seeing.
Bella – my Bella – my soft, warm, fragile Bella. The girl who blushes, and makes me pancakes, and giggles, is now standing in the center of the room dressed like a high-end Vegas stripper.
A strapless, black corset wraps around her chest, hugging every glorious curve. It's made of the same shiny, black leather as the boots she's wearing. The tight material cinches her waist and pushes her breasts up to the point that they threaten to spill out of the top at any moment. The corset stops at the center of her torso, exposing the – I swallow forcefully – diamond stud in her pierced belly button. Underneath, she's wearing the tiniest pair of black leather shorts I have ever seen. Only a few inches of her thighs are visible, as the boots cover the highest percentage of her exposed flesh.
I try to keep my emotions in check, I really do. But I'm sure the shocked expression on my face, combined with my gaping mouth, isn't hiding much.
Breathe, I remind myself.
She looks - fucking incredible. I harness every ounce of willpower I can muster to keep myself from leaping from the chair, ripping that corset from her body, and taking her right here on the studio floor.
The boots would stay on.
Thankfully, some part of my brain is still able to produce a rational thought, and I remember that we aren't alone. Jacob is still in the room.
Wait - Jacob is in the room.
I start to put the pieces together. If Jacob is seeing her like this that means -
I clench my teeth together and narrow my eyes at her. A tiny part of me realizes I have no right to be possessive, but that concept is quickly muted by the rest of the thoughts clambering away in my brain. All I can think about is who else will be seeing her like this. I know she doesn't belong to me, not really. I mean, I confessed to having feelings for her a few hours ago, so I should have some claim to her. Shouldn't I? Regardless of whether she's my technical girlfriend or not, I don't like the idea of her dressing like a damn prostitute to… to… I don't even know!
"What kind of fucking audition is this?" I growl, my eyes still locked on her half-naked body.
"Music video," Jacob says calmly, as if it doesn't matter that Bella is a whip and ball-gag away from passing as a dominatrix.
"I know that," I spit between my clenched teeth. I tear my eyes away from Bella for the first time and glare at Jacob seated on the floor next to me. "Video for who?"
"The band is called My Darkest Days. They're new. They're from Canada. This is going to be the video for their first single called Porn Star Dancing."
Un-fucking-believable. I lean forward in the chair, my elbows on my knees and my hands in my hair, and let out a ragged breath as I stare down at the floor between my legs.
"I told you this was a bad idea," Bella says flatly, and she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Bells, wait!" Jacob calls after her as he begins to stand up and follow her.
"No, wait," I say, my voice surprisingly calm given the jealous fury building inside. "I'll go."
I rise from the chair and take a few slow steps toward the door before Jacob grabs my arm.
"Look, I know the costume is a bit much, but the choreography is quite technical, you'll see. This is a huge opportunity for her, and she's just nervous. She doesn't think she can carry this project on her own, ya know? She just needs a little ego boost."
I hold my hands up to stop his sales pitch. "Just… just let me talk to her."
Jacob nods and I walk into the hall. As I approach her bedroom door, I can hear the click-click-click of Bella's boot heels, and I assume she's likely pacing back and forth in her room.
I take a deep breath and gently knock on the door. "Bella? Can I come in?"
The clicking stops abruptly, but there is no response to my request.
"Please, Bella. Let me in," I demand as delicately as I can.
Finally, the door opens a tiny crack. I take that as my invitation and push my way inside. Bella's room is dim; only the faint glow of the mid-morning sun filters through her closed curtains. She must not have bothered to flip on the overhead light when she stormed in.
I close the door softly behind me and lean against it. Bella has already resumed pacing angrily back and forth in the open space between me and her bed.
"I'm sorry," I begin. "I guess I overreacted. But I was just wasn't expecting – that." I wave my hand up and down in her direction, indicating her scantily clad body.
Bella doesn't slow her pacing. She doesn't even look at me. "I don't know what I'm thinking," she rants, "I can't do this. I mean, look at me! This isn't me. I can't pull this off!"
Was she serious?
"You obviously don't see yourself too clearly. Believe me - you can." My tone is a little flirtier than I intend, but here, alone in her dimly lit bedroom and with her dressed like that, I can't help myself. I start to feel the possessive jealously from before melt away, and my hormones take over. "No one should look so tempting; it's not fair."
"Oh shut it, Edward. I could see the disgust all over your face."
Disgust?The girl is certifiably crazy if she thinks I'm disgusted by the way she looks.
I step away from the door and position myself directly in her path. Bella's back is to me, and when she turns to pace back in the direction she just came, she slams into my chest. The sudden impact causes her to stumble, but I grab her around the waist and pull her roughly against me. Bella gasps at the abrupt contact of our bodies, and her hands come up to grip my biceps to steady herself.
My hands snake down her bare torso to her hips, grip them tightly, and grind her lower body against the rock hard engorgement in the front of my pants. At the same time, I lean my head down, brushing her ear with my lips as I growl between clenched teeth, "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
To emphasize the point, I take her face in my hands and kiss her - hard.
I intend to kiss her only once, just to stress the severity of my confession, but when Bella begins to kiss me back even more passionately, my original propose is completely forgotten.
I continue to attack her mouth with mine, each kiss more powerful than the last. Bella's tongue teases my lower lip, and I open my mouth and eagerly take her in. Our kisses continue to build in momentum and intensity until my body feels like it's about to burst into flames.
I slide my hands back down to her hips and pull her against my now painfully hard erection. "It's taking every ounce of self-control to stop me from ripping this damn costume off your body and fucking you against the wall right now," I hiss against her mouth.
Bella sucks in a sharp breath and I feel her body shudder lightly against mine. Worried that my words have frightened her, I pull back slightly to look into her eyes. But there is no fear or alarm in her expression. Instead, I see desire, want, and yearning imprinted in her eyes.
Before I can even think of what to do or say next, our mouth slams into each other again. I'm not entirely certain who initiated this kiss, but right now I can't find it in me to care. This kiss is even hotter, even more lustful than before, and we completely devour each other again.
I move one hand up, leaving the other holding Bella's hip against my crotch, and tangle my fingers in her hair as I pull her mouth deeper into mine. Bella's hands move too, sliding down my arms to grip the waistline of my jeans, just above my hips. She hooks her fingers through the empty belt loops, and I feel her give a little tug. Bella begins to move, walking backward, and I allow her to pull me along without opening my eyes or allowing my mouth to leave hers.
Bella's body collides with the door behind her, and I press up against her, firmly pinning her in place. We are both breathless now, kissing each other frantically as if we can't get enough. Her fingers, still firmly gripping my jeans, pull my hips closer as I rub against her again and again. She presses her body tightly to mine, and I push back onto her. The barrier of our clothing feels like a thick wall between us.
The whole scene is quickly spiraling out of control. Everything is happening so fast, so rough, and not at all how I picture our first time together. But I'm too far gone at this point, drowning in lust and hunger for her, that I can't stop myself.
I release my hand from the Bella's hair and forcefully grab her breast. She moans into my mouth. I knead the leather material covering her chest for a moment before the need to feel her skin on mine finally overwhelms me. It doesn't take much force to pull the bra-like cups down, and her breasts spill out into my hands.
I bend forward swiftly and suck one of her small, pink nipples into my mouth. Bella's head falls back against the door with a soft thud as I bite and nibble on the hard nub while my other hand kneads and twists its twin.
"Oh, God," she moans breathlessly.
Both of her hands are in my hair now, her fingers digging into my scalp, holding me against her. I continue to lick and bite and suck her firm breasts, giving equal attention to both.
"Edward, please," she begs, and my mouth slams back into hers.
I grab her hips and pull her away from the door. I twist her body slightly to the left and walk her backward a few steps. She bumps into her desk and with one swift movement, and I lift her up and set her on top of it. Papers, books, pens, pencils all topple loudly to the floor as we clamber for the space.
Bella's arms fly back to hold herself up as I tower over her, shoving my tongue in her mouth. We are way past gentle at this point. Weeks of pent up frustration are being let loose in this single moment, and my need for her rages out of control. Every move, every touch is forceful and almost primal.
Bella wraps her legs around me and pulls my body to hers. We both groan as my cock rubs against the sacred space between her legs.
With my left hand, I reach behind her and support her body tightly in my arm. My other hand runs over the top of her thigh and dips between her legs, stroking the leather fabric that is barely covering her crotch.
"Please," she whispers again, her voice desperate.
Without hesitation, I rip open the zipper on her shorts and shove my hand inside. I run my fingers down her wet slit and shove two fingers inside of her roughly.
"Ugh," Bella moans loudly. Her head falls back, and her arms go weak. I can feel more of her weight on the arm that's cradling her body.
"Baby, you have to be quiet. Jacob is just down the hall," I murmur into her neck.
Bella lifts her head slightly, and I can see her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she bites down on her bottom lip, nodding her head slightly in understanding.
I pound my fingers in and out of her roughly while my mouth assaults her breast again. Bella does her best to stay quiet, but a few moans of pleasure escape her lips as I continue to fuck her with my hand. I slide my thumb up her crease, and as my fingers pulse in and out of her, my thumb brushes against her clit.
"Oh. God. Edward," she cries out in time with my movements.
"Cum for me, baby. Give it to me."
I can feel her body begin to shudder against me as I attack every susceptible inch of her.
"Let go, baby," I beg, quietly.
"Uh, E - Edward, kiss me!" I do as she commands. The second my lips meet hers, she screams, and my open mouth swallows the sound. Her legs shake vigorously as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. I continue to move my fingers inside her, drawing out every ounce of pleasure as she continues to quiver against me.
After a moment, her cries become soft moans, and I slowly pull my fingers out of her one last time. She collapses against me, her head resting on my shoulder, and I hold her close as her breathing slows and returns to normal.
Bella comes down from her blissful high. She lifts her head slightly, and I take her face in my hands and kiss her again. This time, the kiss is gentle and tender, completely different from our frenzied kisses just minutes ago.
I feel Bella's hand brush lightly across my waist to the front of my jeans, and her fingers begin to pull against the button. I grab both of her wrists, one in each hand, to stop her from going any further.
I shake my head slightly. "No," I whisper against her lips.
"I want you," she protests.
"I know, baby, I know. Believe me, I want you too. But not like this." I pull back to look into her eyes. She smiles sweetly at me, and I stroke her cheek with my thumb.
I stare at her for long moment, studying her face, her eyes, the tempting flush of her cheeks.
"God, you are so beautiful." I didn't actually mean to say those words out loud, but as the shy smile spreads across her lips, I'm glad they rushed out of me.
I realize then that I'm in serious trouble. I know I feel something for her, I've known that for awhile now, but this is so much more than anything I've ever experienced before.
Is this what it feels like to be in a relationship with someone? Is that what we are?
I've never been committed to someone before. Hell, I've never even had the desire to be loyal to one person. My connection with women in the past consists of a long line of nameless, faceless, hook-ups. Sure, there is the occasional girl that receives my – attentions - more than once, but it was never anything meaningful. There were never any feelings associated with it. At least, not on my part.
This feels monumentally different. The fact that I didn't ravage her just now is proof enough to me. I don't want our first time together to be some animalistic act. For the first time in my life, I want it to mean something. I want her to know that I – I cherish her. That I value her more than any of the insignificant women I've been with, that I would give anything to ensure her happiness, that I love her.
The subconscious thought rushes into my head without warning, causing my breath to catch in my throat.
I love her.
Is that what this is? Love? No, it can't be. We've only known each other a few weeks, a month tops, and half of that time Bella hated me. Its way too soon to think that I'm in love with her. Hell, it was just this morning that I finally confessed to having feelings for her. And now, a few hours later, I'm jumping head first into love? That's ridiculous.
Bella giggles. "What are you thinking about?"
I realize I've been staring at her this entire time, still holding her face in my hands. I smile sheepishly, a little embarrassed that she's been watching my internal debate.
I trace my thumb gently over her soft lips and they curl into a modest smile. I can't tell her any of the thoughts racing through my head. No doubt it will freak her out. Shit, they're freaking me out, and they're my thoughts.
"I was just thinking that I'm… sorry about before."
Bella's face falls, and she bites her bottom lip again.
"No, not that. God, no. I'm not sorry for that!" I clarify quickly. "I'm talking about in the studio, the way I overreacted."
Bella finally looks up at me again. "It's just that I - I feel very protective of you. I know I have no right to. You don't belong to me but, well, that doesn't excuse my behavior just now."
Bella stares at me for a moment before her face relaxes. She sits up straight, pulling her top back up to cover her naked chest and hops down from her perch on the desk. She takes my hand in hers and pulls me to her bed. We sit down on the edge of the mattress, and Bella tucks one boot-covered leg underneath her body and turns to face me. Our hands are still intertwined on the bed between us, and I stare down at her delicate fingers tangled in mine.
It's quiet for several long seconds, and Bella, likely feeling my hesitation, scoots closer to me. Her bent knee is now flush against my thigh, and she pulls our entwined hands into her lap. She ducks her head down, forcing her face into my line of sight, compelling me to look up at her.
"If you don't want me to do this," she glances down, indicating her costume, "I won't. If it makes you uncomfortable I can decline the audition and –"
"No, no. This is important. You should do it."
"No, Edward, what is important is you - us. I know this," she waves her free hand in the space between us, "is so very new. But we've already had a rough enough start."
I open my mouth to apologize again, but Bella shakes her head, not allowing me to speak. "Nope," she says firmly. "We've been through that. We're past that now. And I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize our new start."
"You would seriously walk away from the biggest opportunity of your career because I was acting like a jealous, immature prick?"
She giggles at my description. "Yes, I would if what I'm doing is making you unhappy."
Once again, I find myself astounded by her selflessness. I'm reminded of the afternoon we had lunch in the café. The way she talked about her childhood and how her parents had shuffled her around as if she was a burden to them. I remember how she took it all in stride, because that was what worked out best for her parents. And now she was doing it again, putting her wants and needs behind someone else's – behind mine.
No, I would not let her do that. I recite my decree from this morning – Bella's happiness is all that matters – and I will do everything in my power to ensure that.
"It's not making me unhappy, Bella. I'm actually really proud of you, of how hard you've been working. And I really do hope you get the job. Honestly, I do. I was just stunned before. You knocked the wind out of me in there. It's been an eventful day. I just wasn't prepared for, well, you know. That's all. I'm sorry."
"It has been an interesting day, hasn't it?" she mused.
"It's certainly made my top ten list." I lean forward and place another soft kiss on her forehead.
"Well the fun isn't over yet," she says with a smirk. She stands up and tugs at my hand, pulling me up from the bed. Bella leads me into the hallway and back to her studio.
She stops abruptly just before reaching doorway and turns to face me. Grabbing a fist full of my shirt, she pulls my body to hers and looks up at me through her long, dark lashes. The lustful, smoldering fire I saw before has returned to her eyes.
"Its payback time," she says in a wicked tone.
I raise my eyebrows at her, trying to arrange my face in the most innocent expression I can muster. "Payback? For what?" I ask sweetly, as if I don't know.
Bella rolls her eyes and begins ticking off the list of encounters where I likely left her hot and bothered. "Oh, let's see. That night you appeared half-naked outside the bathroom, in the restaurant parking lot, on the kitchen counter, and well, just now in my room."
"I thought just now was pretty - gratifying," I mutter, a smug smile on my face.
Bella taps her finger lightly on her chin as if she's thinking it over. "Yes, I suppose. But I do recall wanting more."
This girl is playing with fire – and she knows it.
"You really shouldn't have said that." I playfully snarl.
I grab Bella's hips and push her against the wall behind her. She squeals with excitement, and I cover her mouth with a hard kiss.
A loud, rhythmic tapping interrupts our heated moment, and we turn our faces toward the sound. Jacob is standing in the doorway, one hand on his hip, the other bracing himself as he leans against the frame. His expression is amused, yet he continues to tap one finger against the wood, pretending to be annoyed by our childish behavior.
tap-tap-tap
Bella softly chuckles, and she snakes her body out from under mine. Jacobs's eyes follow her as she brushes past him and into the studio. Then his attention focuses back on me.
tap-tap-tap
His expression changes almost instantly. His amusement is gone, wiped away the second Bella disappears through the doorway. Jacob appraises me again, but this assessment is very different from the way he evaluated me this morning. He watches me for a moment with a wary glare.
tap-tap-tap
Just as I'm about to open my mouth and fire off some smart-ass comment, Jacob's expression softens and he jerks his head toward the studio. "Come on," he commands.
I walk to the door, following close behind Jacob when he turns abruptly and shoves one massive finger into my chest. "If you hurt her," he mumbles low enough so that only I can hear him, "I'll kill you."
"If I hurt her, I'll be begging you to," I respond, my tone matching his.
He smiles wickedly. "Good answer."
"Are we going to do this or what?" Bella calls out from the center of the empty room.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your leather panties in a twist," Jacobs bellows as he turns away from me and stalks to the stereo.
I return to my chair as Bella takes her position in the center of the room. She stands with her back to me, her legs spread wide and her arms dangling at her sides. While Jacob fiddles with the stereo, Bella twists her head around and mouths the word "payback." I smirk and shake my head.
Having found the correct music, Jacob resumes his perch by my feet. "You ready?" he asks Bella.
"Yup," she responds, snapping her head back into position.
Jacob presses the play button on the iPod, and a loud guitar riff rings out into the room. The song is forceful and boisterous, and the powerful beat pounds in my chest. When the lyrics begin to fill the air, Bella begins to move. She whips her hair around in a circle as she bends forward and grabs her right ankle, her ass on full display. My eyes follow her hand as it moves up the back of her leg, caressing her thigh, before finally resting on her butt. She twists around, and my eyes finish their path up her torso to her face just as she sucks one finger from the opposite hand through her wet lips.
Kelly won't kiss my friend, Cassandra
Jessica won't play ball
Mandy won't share her friend, Miranda
Doesn't anybody live at all?
Amanda won't leave me empty handed
Got her number from a bathroom stall
Brandy just got way too much baggage
And that shit just gets old
Bella marches toward me, her head down but her eyes burning into mine. As she gets closer, I sit up and lean back against the chair. Honestly, I'm slightly alarmed by the determined expression on her face. She stops directly in front of me and plants one hand on each of my thighs. Her knees open around my legs as she squats down, her ass bouncing on the heel of her boots. Using my legs for support, Bella snaps her knees together and rolls her butt up into the air. Her movement pushes her chest forward, and her breasts graze across the top of my leg. She begins to push her body up, bringing her face directly in front of mine, and as she brushes past, her tongue darts out and she licks my top lip.
"Quit improvising. Get back on routine," Jacob barks over the music.
Bella wags her eyebrows at me before whipping around and marching back to the center of the floor, shaking her ass in my direction the entire time. Oh, she's gonna pay for that little stunt.
But I got a girl who can put on a show
The dollar decides how far you can go
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Because that's pornstar dancin'
She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage for this
Pornstar dancin'
Sliding her feet part, Bella drops to the floor in a split with her legs open wide. She rocks her hips forward and rolls onto her stomach, closing her legs behind her and pushing herself up onto all fours. She crawls toward me like a cat stalking its prey with a lust filled glare that looks like she wants to eat me alive. Dropping her left shoulder, Bella rolls to her back and bends her knees, planting her feet on the floor in front of her. She lifts her hips up into the air as her hands begin to forcefully knead her breasts. Then she slides her open palms down her abdomen and slips both hands between her legs.
"Jesus Christ," I hiss. My hand roughly tugs at my hair and I slide forward slightly in the chair, fighting to control the overwhelming need to replace her hands with mine.
Your body's lightin' up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
There's nothing hotter than a…
Stacy's gonna save herself for marriage
But that's just not my style
She's got a pair that's nice to stare at
But I want girls gone wild
Bella continues to move around the floor. I don't care how technical Jacob thinks the choreography is; her dance is pure seduction. My hands grip under the edge of the chair as I try to hold myself in my seat. Thank God the chair is made of metal. Had it been wood, I'm sure my hands would have crushed through, leaving me with a palm full of splintered pulp.
But I know a place where there's always a show
The dollar decides how far you can go
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Because that's pornstar dancin'
She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage for this
Pornstar dancin'
Bella strikes her final pose, landing on her knees and spreading them far apart in a suggestive position. Her hair is swirled around her face, seductively dipping over one eye. She is breathing hard, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Oh.
My.
God.
Author's Note:
:::blushes::: so... what did ya think of my lil lemon?
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