CHAPTER THREE
Previously:
Edward smiles widely as thougha ten ton weight has just been lifted off his shoulders. "So you want to? Do you want to have sex with me, wet girl?"
Edward:
She looks at me perplexed. "Wet girl?" She asks.
I want to tell her that it's the name I've been calling her in my head because of our meeting, but she continues talking before I have the chance.
"Wet girl," she repeats, "Well, how would you know?" She pokes me in the chest, "You wanted to go to bed." She giggles.
"Well, do I get to find out?" I ask her. Her eyes are hooded.
"Follow me," she orders, and I do. I follow her into her room, where she immediately takes off her top. Her bra is black and lacy. She turns to face me slowly. The alcohol makes her bold. It makes me bold. I cross to her and bring her lips to mine roughly. She moans and grabs at my shirt. It was already unbuttoned from the cab, so she drags it off my arms.
I suck her neck and she arches for more. I pick her up and hold her to me. I move her and toss her gently onto the bed. I lose my dangling shirt and remove my shoes, stumbling slightly.
She laughs. She is perched on her elbows. It makes her boobs look directly at me. I slowly crawl up the bed. I let my nose tickle her stomach and then her ribcage. Her skin is so soft. She falls back onto the bed and her hair spreads out on the white pillows. I trail my tongue between the valley of her breasts and around the cup of her bra. She tastes like vanilla.
She pushes her chest into my face. "Did you know," I breathe over the wet trail on her chest, feeling smug as her breathing hitches, "I really hate bras."
She looks down at me as I slide my arm under her bringing her closer to me momentarily. "Why is that?" She asks. Her voice is husky. Mine is too.
I undo her bra and slide my arm out from under her. I cup both of her breasts in my hands. They fit perfectly. "Because," I say simply, "they hide the best thing about a woman." I pull the cups and she helps slide it off her arms. I throw it across the room and she lays her arms above her head.
"And here I thought you were an ass man."
I smirk at her. I knew she was teasing me in the kitchen last night. I was thrown by her comment about dinner. "Baby, let's just say I'm all man."
"Prove it." She challenges. "Fuck me, Mr Cullen." Her hands move to my jeans and undo the zipper. She tugs them down and over my ass. I spring free when she pulls down my boxers.
I go to remove her unzipped jeans. I remove her heels first, as much as I'd like for them to dig into my ass, because I can't get her pants off with them on. She giggles as she watches me tug at her skinny jeans. They come off completely inside out. I had to stand up to pull them off completely. I leave my pants behind on the ground, but grab a condom before returning to her on the bed.
She's already taken off her underwear. She helps me roll the condom on.
"Ready?" I ask. I hover over her. Her hands find my hair. I run my nose slowly along her jaw, just touching it. I fill her swiftly. She is surprised but I know it is in a good way. She is warm, so warm. She lives up to her name too.
She squeezes around me. I roll my hips and grind into her. My hands are on her hips, pulling her into me harder as I thrust. Her breasts bounce ever so slightly with the motion, but I am mesmerised.
I am not loving and gentle, but she is receptive and loud. I hope my parents are asleep. Her hands pull and tug. Her legs wrap around my torso pulling me in closer than I thought possible.
I start to pound into her faster. I can feel it building in my balls. The build up in the cab didn't help me in prolonging this.
I feel the thin sheen of sweat break between us.
I reach between us and rubbed her clit and suck her nipple simultaneously.
"Oh God!" she cries. I know she is close. I am too.
"Bella!" I cry as I find my release.
She tightens around me and cries, "Edward!" I open my eyes briefly to watch her. She throws her head back, deeper into the pillow. Her eyes are wide open, but I don't think she sees anything.
I roll my hips one last time as she comes down before I collapse on her. We pant together. I separate from her and clean myself up.
"Edward," I hear, "thank you." I fall asleep next to Bella.
...
I wake. My mouth feels dry and has an odd taste. It is the alcohol. I need to piss. I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. I return to my room, but pause in the doorway. My bed is made.
I turn around as the night crashes back on me. Bella is in herbed. She is still asleep, facing away. She doesn't look like she's moved once,and that pleases me.
I've already gotten in the groomsman's pants.
I rub my eyes. Groomswoman. Otherwise it just sounds wrong.
It's 4 o'clock. Way too early to be awake, but I don't think I can go back to bed. I wouldn't know which one to go back to.
Bella's looks inviting but at the same time it doesn't. We aren't a couple and I was probably just a casual fuck under the influence of alcohol. A lot of alcohol. I need a shower and coffee.
I take care of the first item on my list andthen head down to the kitchen. I don't flip on the light but I do start the coffee maker. I am halfway through my second cup and one of my mother's peanut butter cookies when I hear footsteps.
I am sitting in the dark so I don't see who it is. The light flips on, making mesquint.
"Morning." It's Bella. She's put on pyjama pants and a tank top that's tight against her chest. She's wearing no bra.
I hide my smile in my cup. "Good morning."
She pauses in her way to the coffee maker. "Actually yes, it is," she smiles as she fills her owncup.
I drain my cup and move to the sink. Bella is leaning against the bench sipping her coffee with a small smile.
"It's not awkward, is it?" She asks me.
I slowly tip the water out of my cup and rest it on the side. Awkward? I feel quite comfortable, strangely enough. I don't feel the need to quickly slip out of the room like I would with a usual one night stand.
"Nope," I grin.
She smiles bigger, "I'm glad it's not just me thinking that."
"So you had a good time last night?" I ask her before I think about it. But I need an answer, so I wait.
"Dancing was quite fun," She starts and takes a sip, "the car ride was very interesting," she takes another sip and I hold my breath, "and I slept quite well last night." She sips again and smiles like she stole a cookie from the cookie jar.
"Bella!" I groan and take a step closer. Her hold on her coffee cups tightens and her smile slips. I am right in front of her. Her eyes are aligning with my chest and I watch her as she watches me breathe. I can see it in the twitch of her lips that she knows that I am asking about the sex.
"What do you want to know, Edward?" She looks up now. "That that was one of the best experiences I've had? That I hope to god that the alcohol dimmed the effects, not enhanced them?" She exhales, "Or that I'd jump at any chance to feel you again?"
"Really?" I can feel her coffee cup against my chest. I smooth my palm around her hip and hold her close for a second.
I pull away suddenly and smirk.
"Edward!" She whines, "You can't do that." She puts her cup down on the counter. Her confident posture changes quickly. "Was it... good? For you?"
I watch as she whispers the words. She's afraid of my answer. It hurts a little as I watch her try to build her wall back up.
I move back to her and wrap my arms around her. I move her up so her lips reach mine and kiss her roughly. She's minty. She must have brushed her teeth.
She breaks the kiss and puts her forehead on my shoulder. "So, yes?" Her voice is rough.
I slowly let her find her feet again but I don't break the contact.
"Bella, if what happened last night could happen every night for the next two weeks, it would make them a hell of a lot less painful."
She snorts, "What are you talking about? Alice isn't going to put you through the horrendous things that she will put me through this week." I roll my eyes, she missed my words.
"Oh!" She suddenly pushes me back and taps her finger against her chin. "What are you suggesting Cullen?"
Suggesting? I don't quite know. I know that I want to have sex with her again. I wasn't lying about that.
"Sex," I tell her, because it is what I'm thinking. "Just sex."
"No relationship," She grins.
"No one has to know," I say and her grin grows.
"Secret?"
"We don't tell a soul."
She thinks about this, "Could we... just have sex?"
I look at her, confused.
"Say we have sex in my bed, can you sleep in yours and I sleep in mine?"
"No sleepovers?"
"I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." She frowns. Two lines pucker between her eyebrows and I laugh at them.
"So you sleep on the left?"
She nods.
"I do too." I run my hands through my hair thinking. "Ok, we need rules."
She looks around the kitchen as if looking for paper and pen. She doesn't find what she is looking for though.
"Ok." She holds out her hand and starts to count off her fingers. "Rule number one: No one finds out about this. Rule number two: No sleepovers."
"Rule number three: No cuddling."
She frowns again, "I don't mind a bit of cuddling."
"Babe, I'm not going to come and run, I'm just saying..."
"Just enough to catch your breath type of thing?"
I nod.
"Um, rule number four: No attachment, feelings ruin everything." Her frown lines are back. She's been burnt in the past.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I move to step forward but she holds her hand up, telling me to stop.
"Yes." Her eyes are wild with excitement.
"Ok, we need a signal."
She laughs loudly, "What? We're just going to be making lunch and you're going to want a side of sex?"
"Yeah, maybe. You might bend over or something." We both laugh and I am reminded of the dishwasher incident. I would've called her out and we would've snuck away.
I notice she taps her chin when she is thinking. "How about this?" I cup my chin loosely and I tap the corner of my mouth, three times.
"Three times?"
"To the third storey." I smile.
She taps the corner of her mouth three times. "To the third storey." She agrees.
...
We make breakfast for everyone, and by 'we', I mean Bella cooks everything, and I get forced to set the breakfast table, because the first egg I cracked got shell everywhere.
My parents are first up and they sit at the table. I never cooked for them as a kid because frankly I can't. Mom looked delighted when Bella handed her a freshly squeezed orange juice.
"What brought this on?" Dad is just in shock. He runs his fingers over the cutlery I've set out. He's still working so he is dressed in his scrubs.
"We got up early, so we decided to make everyone breakfast." I tell them.
"We?" Mom looks at me. She's hiding something. I can see it in her eyes.
"Yes, Edward's early morning shower woke me up." Bella comes out carrying a plate full of bacon she sets it down on the table and seconds later Emmett emerges from his room.
He is only wearing pyjama bottoms. He's rubbing his stomach as he comes to the table. "I knew I smelled food." He sits down and goes to grab a handful of bacon.
"Use a fork, Emmett." Mom says in a bored voice. She has found the morning paper. I don't even know if she looked upat him before correcting him. It's such a bad habit of his.
I return to the kitchen. "Can I trust you with the eggs?" Bella asks, holding a plate of scrambled eggs up.
"One day I'll show you how I use the kitchen." I tap the corner of my mouth... once; her face becomes excited... twice; she takes a deep breath and... I take the plate of eggs and leave the kitchen grinning.
"Ass," She mumbles.
I am already envisioning whipped cream on hers.
Rosalie has joined us at the table and Emmett has gained a shirt. I put the eggs down and Rose takes a huge serving. It's weird seeing her in an over sized t-shirt and old sweats. I assume the shirt is Emmett's.
I sit down at the table and Bella joins us, adding a plate of breakfast sausages to the table. She takes one and puts it between her plump lips. She bites. I picture Bella in one of my shirts, taking a slow bite of sausage. I raise my hand, wanting to tap my lips.
There is a crash to my left and I am brought out of my fantasy. Alice's head is on the plate and her knife is on the floor.
"Hung over, Little A?" I ask her.
"It's like world war three in my skull."
Jasper hides his laugh and chuckles silently. He whispers something in her ear and a small smile graces her lips.
She pats him with her hand and he leaves. He returns with a cup of coffee. He sits next to Bella.
Dad leaves for work and Mom follows stating she has to run some errands. She thanks Bella with a kiss on the cheek and Bella blushes. It's funny, she wasn't shy last night.
And my fantasy comes back to life.
Rosalie asks me a question: "So, did you and Bella get home alright last night?"
I can see she isn't suspicious, just concerned. It's good. The last thing we need is suspicion.
"Yeah, we caught a cab." I grab some food.
"I didn't even know you two left early last night." Alice's forehead is crinkled. She's sitting up now, holding ontoher coffee mug for dearlife.
"What time did you guys leave last night?" I ask Rosalie.
"Actually, not too long after you, and Bella, did." She chews her food for a bit.
I can see Bella out of the corner of my eye. She is looking at me but I won't look at her. We need to play it cool, because Rosalie is calculating. "The guys had another round and Alice and I danced a few more songs."
The little crease between Bella's eyebrows has returned. I hadn't taken into account if we were loud or not last night.
A fork scratches a plate. I looked over to Bella. Her eyes flick to mine briefly and she smiles. I guess she couldn't take it anymore and decided to cause a diversion.
She is glaring at her brother. "What do you think you're doing, Jasper?" His fork is fighting Bella's over the last piece of bacon.
"I had my fork in there first, Bella." Jasper's voice is calm.
Bella rolls her eyes, "You did not."
"Come on, Bella. Be mature." Jasper teases.
She narrows her eyes even more at him and forces his fork off of the plate. She is holding her fork with two hands and now they are having some sort of lightsaber fight with their forks. The bacon is free, so I stand and reach for it.
Bella's fork clatters to her plate as I force the strip into my mouth.
I stand there chewingwhile she gawps at me.
Bella stands and puts her hands on her hips. "Game on, Cullen." She smirks and I swallow. She heads for the stairs, fast.
Rosalie snorts. "I bet you were wondering how they were related."
"Up until that point I was," I admit. Bella and Jasper seem so different, especially for twins.
Jasper picks up his glass of water. "I can't believe you stole her bacon." He laughs.
"You guys left it unguarded."
"Yes, but I was always going to give it to her." He takes a sip and chuckles. "You two share a bathroom, don't you?"
I nod.
"I'd buy a new toothbrush."
I look at him. I think he's serious. I run up the stairs.
Bella is in her room in a half state of undress. Her pyjama bottoms are missing. She turns as she hears my footfalls. "You stole my bacon!" She stalks towards me clad only in her underwear. "You stole my bacon." She pokes me in the chest before she leans up and kisses me roughly.
I am surprised. Her tongue explores my mouth entirely. I let her dominate. She runs her tongue over my teeth savouring everything. She steps back and pants.
"Almost as good as bacon. Almost," she winks, and heads into the bathroom.
I think I am forgiven. I run my hand through my hair. I am soconfused.
I hear her turn on the shower. Jasper's words come to mind. I try the door handle. It's locked. I bang on the bathroom door. "Bella!" I thump again. "Bella, can I have my toothbrush?"
The door cracks and her dripping wet hand shoots out. My toothbrush clatters to the ground and the door closes. The locks snap as I pick up the brush.
"It's wet!" I yell as I feel the bristle. I hear her laugh before I hear the shower door close. I cautiously bring it to my nose and sniff. Vanilla? Why would my toothbrush smell like vanilla?
I make my way down stairs and into the family room. Emmett is sitting on the floor plugging wires into the TV. Jasper is flipping through a stack of games.
"Halo?" Jasper asks Emmett and Emmett nods.
I crash onto the couch and stare at my brush.
Jasper sees my toothbrush and my perplexed state and laughs. "You in, Edward?"
We all grab a controller and play in silence, until Emmett breaks it. "So, Edward," he says. He starts shooting at me, but I kill him. He looks at me while he waits to play again. I go off to find Jasper. "Have you seen Bella naked?" I'm startled, and Jasper shoots me in the back. And I hadn't even answered the question yet.
I pretend to be preoccupied in the game. "No man, why are you even asking?"
I see him shrug. "Just wondering, you're sharing a bathroom. I just thought that you might just have accidently taken a shower together."
I pause and look at him. "How does one accidently take a shower together?"
Jasper kills me again.
"Dude?" I ask.
"I've got a good shot, Edward." He doesn't once remove his eyes from the screen.
Bella and I need to be super-careful. I tread lightly with my next question, "Would you care if say … Bella and I accidently took a shower together?"
Jasper's eye twitches and his game falters. Emmett kills him.
"YES!" Emmett booms.
"Bella is a grown woman, she can accidently shower with whoever she likes." His eye twitches again. He quickly tracks down Emmett and kills him. He smiles and his eyes flick to me.
I want to crawl into a hole and hide... from Jasper.
We need a change of pace so I throw the attention on Emmett, "Emmett, what's happening between you and Rosalie?"
He doesn't miss a beat. "Nothing. Why?"
"Are you guys together yet?"
"Edward, you know what we are," We start to fight but I win. "Why are you asking? Thinking of getting your own special friend out of Bella?"
Emmett, my man you are brighter than you look.
"Edward man, if you say anything more I will..." Jasper doesn't finish his threat because his sister cuts him off.
"Great news!" Bella cheers, "Alice gave us the day off." She comes and sits down next to me on the couch and snatches my controller.
"Hey! I was playing," I protest.
She goes after Jasper and they lock each other into a pretty epic battle. "You're pretty good," I comment.
"Edward, she's better than you. Hell, she's better than me." Emmett stops playing and watches the battle between Bella and Jasper. They just keep attacking each other, Bella-surprisingly- getting more kills.
"Edward, a word of warning," Jasper smirks, "Bella knows how to handle a gun."
I begin to assume he just means in the game, but Bella corrects me. "Our father is the Police Chief." She pauses as she kills Jasper. "I've know how to handle a gun since I was sixteen."
Emmett guffaws loudly. "Oh Eddie boy."
I swallow and hide my smirk from Emmett and Jasper.
Well, she can handle my gun anytime.
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