CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bella:
"Edward, have you ever fucked in a pasty shop before?"
I don't know where I got the confidence from. The words just spilled out of my mouth before I could even consider how this would even work. I don't know when I got balls... actually, I do. I have Edward's, right in the palm of my hand. His tongue is lolling out of his mouth like a dog and he's shaking his head back and forth.
He clears his throat, "uh, no?" It sounds like a question because his voice is high, just like I've actually squeezed his balls in my hand.
"Alrighty then." It's all I say before I slide out of my chair and try to sashay my way to front desk. I look quickly over my shoulder and Edward is staring after me.
I don't know why it is, but he's putty. It's just sex, sure there will be cake and stuff around, but it's not like we haven't messed around with food before. Sure last time didn't work so well, so hopefully this time will be better.
I settle everything and thank the chef again. I head back towards Edward who is vibrating on the spot. Oh, poor boy, doesn't quite know what he's getting himself into. I chuckle underneath my breath.
I drive because Edward doesn't know the way and he is extremely preoccupied. Not that I am any better. Edward is having trouble keeping his hands to himself. I am slightly thankful, yet pissed at the same time at myself for wearing jeans during this outing. The thick denim desensitises me slightly.
I put my foot down on the accelerator and slide around the corners with less care than usual. My inner police chief's daughter is putting on her helmet, but in this moment I am not her, I am the horny nympho who is about two seconds away from stopping the car and taking the man next to me in the middle of the busy intersection.
Thankfully we make it.
I park around the back and get out of the car. Edward is behind me in an instant. His hips are flush with my back and his curious hands are moving up and down my front while his lips suck dangerously on my neck. I can feel his bulge on my lower back.
I smirk quite evilly and swat his hands away from my boobs. "Come on," I say and we walk awkwardly in through the back. I allow Edward to keep his hands on my hips and his hips pressed into my back but I push his head away and ask him politely to stop trying to give me a hickey. We aren't fifteen for goodness sake!
There isn't much to my little shop. The hallway only has three doors, one to my office, one to the kitchen and one to the front room. Only the door to the front room is closed. I consider letting Edward take me in my office, but I figure there's no fun in that.
"A tour?" I wiggle my hips and his hands clamp down on them. I giggle, "So you can scope out the landscape."
"Baby, let me tell you that I've already scoped out the landscape and I know where I want to go," he tells me in a throaty voice. I turn around and swallow at his hooded eyes. I grip his shirt by the collar and slowly pull him down the hallway.
"Tell me."
"Mm," he trails the tip of his index finger over my collarbone. "I want to start here," he moves his finger down onto my chest, "play around here for a while," he lightly touches my hardening nipple through my blouse as he says that, "and finish here." His hand starts to creep down into the waistband of my jeans. Slipping his fingers into my underwear he runs one finger along my entrance, "Definitely finish here."
There's a crash from the kitchen and I yank Edward's hand out of my pants. Dragging Edward towards the kitchen for protection, we go to check out the noise.
It's Jake."Shit," he exclaims as an overturned bowl of cookie dough balances precariously on the edge of the stainless steel countertop. "Bella! I didn't expect to see you here." He scoops me up quickly, hugging me, and spinning me in a circle.
"I didn't expect you to be here either. Why are you still here?" I tell him as he sets me back on the ground.
"Running late today, boss, it was a full house today." A bit of dough has transferred itself from Jake's apron to my shirt. The blob sits an inch below the underwire of my bra. Jake grabs a tea towel and starts to rub at the potential stain. "What did you say you were doing here again?" he asks as he crouches at my breast level to look at the stain.
Edward comes up behind me and tucks me into his side. Jake stands and throws the towel in the direction of the sink. Jake is looking at Edward and Edward seems to be staring Jake down.
I try to channel my inner telepath to get Edward's attention, but I fail. "Edward," I whisper angrily. Jake catches my mumbling. "Edward... um, he wanted to see the bakery and I was going to, um... maybe see if there was anything good left over from today," I cover my ass.
"Did you guys come together?" Jake asks curiously.
"No, we came separately," I lie and hope that Jake doesn't question it. He doesn't.
"Well, you can see if there's anything left..." Jake scratches his scalp unconsciously, "Edward?" He motions with his eyes.
"Crap, yeah," I wiggle myself out of Edward's grip and glare at him for extra measures. "Jacob, this is Edward ... Cullen, yeah, Alice's maid of honour." They shake each other's hand stiffly. It's a competition. They're eyeing each other down like a cat and dog going into battle. Waiting to see who will pounce first.
"So," Jake says slowly as they release their grips on each other, "maid of honour, eh?"
Edward laughs awkwardly and I worry that he's going to make a distasteful remark, so I cut in, "Well, we can't all be the best man, can we?"
Jake laughs his signature laugh, which is loud and boisterous, and sometimes involves a little thigh slapping. "Sure got that man part right, you know what I'm saying?" I know he's joking but I don't know if Edward knows, his smile is thin.
I pat Edward's back and tell Jake, "I'm sure Jazz was talking about me being the best. It's about damn time I got some credit for being the better twin."
"So, Jacob, how well do you know Bella?" Edward asks and I narrow my eyes at him. You know me 'better'. I try to tell Edward this through my thoughts again. His man brain is overpowering him, he wants to be top dog. His face is the picture of pure innocence, which means he knows what I'm trying to tell him and he's ignoring me.
"Eh, she's my boss." Jake's back is turned on us and he's pulling bowls of left over flavouring towards him and covering them with cling wrap.
I look at Edward, giving him what I hope is a meaningful look. "Did you want to go pick your cake and leave?" I cock an eyebrow.
He nods and goes through to the front room. "He seems like a nice guy," Jake comments. Sometimes he finds it hard to see the bad in anyone.
Slightly annoyed with Edward, I huff, "He can also be a complete ass."
Jake quirks an eyebrow at me in question, "Do you think something might happen between you two. I mean, I remember at my wedding..."
"Jake, I remember. I went to get my coat and I saw the ass of your best man," I laugh.
"Good times," he turns his back to me and continues working, "so..."
"No. Nothing will ever happen like that. I can hardly stand Edward sometimes." It's a half lie. Sometimes he makes me come so hard I can't stand at all. I chuckle internally at my shitty joke.
"Are you sure you don't want to try," Jake wiggles his eyebrows at me, "You could have a lifetime friend out of him."
"I'm not looking for a relationship," I tell Jake and stand next to him at the counter. He is almost done.
"Hey, Bella. I've got what I need." I turn to see Edward holding a box filled with treats. "I'll be off now." He leaves through the back door.
I don't get the chance to say bye or even question if he's coming back. I hope he is otherwise he's left me stranded.
I need Jake to leave. "Hey, how about you go home early. I can finish up for you."
Jake turns. "You sure?" He hugs me and looks me in the eyes. I nod.
"Sure, go home, have some fun. Lord knows one of us needs to." I wink and he leaves.
I hear the back door click. I am alone in the bakery. I start to finish the job Jacob didn't, moving countless bowls, putting them where they need to go. Eventually, I hear the back door click again as I return from the fridge and I know it's not Jake. I hear his footsteps stop in the doorway. I don't turn around. I just stare at the two uncovered bowls on the countertop.
You can cut the tension with a knife.
"I saw him leave," Edward practically spits.
"What's wrong with you?" I turn and stare him down. I pose with my hands on my hips in front of Edward. "You looked like you were trying to compare who was bigger," I fume.
"I didn't appreciate how he was looking at you, Bella." Edward grips the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger.
"How was he looking at me? He's just a friend, Edward. He's married too by the way."
"Well, I don't let friends rub my dick."
"Well I didn't let him rub mine either. If this is about him wiping the dough off my shirt, get over yourself." I leant against the counter and closed my eyes. "Why are you being such an ass?"
"I'm not being an ass, Bella. I didn't appreciate how he acted with you."
I swallow and say, "Well I'm not yours to be a possessive jerk over anyway." I sound bitter. My chest stings a little as I deliver the blow. My eyes are still closed so I slowly open them. Edward looks a little hurt. Frustrated with myself I add, "I didn't know he was going to be here, ok?" I slam down my hands on the counter behind me. My right hand misses the counter instead opting for the cookie dough.
I exhale out of my nose, completely irritated now. My eyes fall on Edward. His lips twitch and I tell him that this is not ok. They twitch again. And I growl slightly. Then he laughs. Loudly, almost resembling a Jake laugh. He's doubled over, gripping his knees as he shakes.
"Why are you laughing," I whine as I hold my hand up and cookie dough falls between my fingers.
"I'm sorry," Edward breathes out in gags.
In a moment of complete childishness and immaturity I scoop up a handful of cookie dough and throw it towards Edward. He's close so it splats right on his cheek.
He stops mid laugh.
Slowly he stands up straight. "Did you just throw cookie dough at me?" He's as shocked as me.
Instead of answering I laugh, mimicking his bent double, thigh slapping laugh. A lump of cookie dough drips off of his cheekbone, onto his shirt and landing on his shoe with a splat. I gasp for air as he looks at his shoe disdainfully.
He takes three steps back towards the industrial mixer and dips his hand in.
I stop laughing immediately. "What do you think you're doing?"
Instead of answering he lunges forward with a handful of batter. Surprisingly my reflexes are better than originally thought as I dodge his hand and smash two handfuls of cookie dough onto him. One on his shirt, one in his hair.
"Bel-la!" he whines and crouches down, picking me up behind the knees, and flops me over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I screech as he makes his way towards the large mix of batter.
"You're, surprisingly, too clean, Miss Swan. I like my Bella dirty." He dangles my head over the batter.
"No, nooo, you'll get hair in the mix!" I cry out.
He ignores me. My thick, brown hair and my forehead are coated in vanilla cake batter.
"Edward!" I groan as he sets me on my feet. I slick my hair out of my eyes and pout at him. I try to duck around him and get to the batter but he catches me. With his hands on my hips he picks me up and walks me backwards to the countertop.
He's aiming for the cookie dough so I kiss him as a distraction. The fire that we started in the restaurant is ignited again with that one sloppy kiss. Edward leans over me, tearing my shirt off of my body and moving his mouth across my jaw and up to my earlobe.
"Mm, you taste... battery," he laughs huskily.
"Well, you taste quite divine. Cookie dough and Edward... Mm, I could make a fortune." I nibble greedily at his neck, where the dough has slid down.
"I've an idea," he says as he undoes my bra and throws it behind him. There is an uncovered bowl of caramel sauce. Edward picks it up and drips it all over my chest. "It's only fair, you covered me in chocolate..." he says before he starts lapping up the caramel sauce.
I gasp as he pays extra special attention to the caramel on my breasts. I wrap my legs around him and try to pull his closer. I can feel his hardened length against the constraints of his jeans. I try to grind against him, but the angle is off.
"Edward!" I groan.
"Mm, Bella, so tasty."
"Edward! Please, I want more," I whimper.
"Patience, I have to get every last bit," he says in between licks. His tongue dips into my belly button and I unexpectedly thrust upwards into his face. "Nothing is tastier than Bella covered in caramel."
I find his belt buckle and zipper and fiddle with those while Edward tries to get all the caramel sauce off of my body. I pant as he nips at my hip bones and push down his jeans with my feet.
"Edward, no more, please," I beg and begin to wriggle myself out of my jeans.
In one swift motion Edward pulls me free of my jeans and undies and is naked himself. He kneels before me and teases me with his tongue. "Oh god!" I gasp as his tongue circles my clit.
"Then again..." he sucks on my clit and inserts two fingers, "... nothing is better than pure Bella."
"Oh... right there," I whisper as he pumps his fingers into me curling them perfectly and hitting that spot.
He brings me right to the precipice before he removes himself from me completely. "No uh yes!" I cry before he fills me swiftly.
He pounds into me, holding onto my hips as he slams into me roughly. I love it. I moan like a dirty whore in church.
"Bella... feels..."
"Oh... so close..." I am, but I'm not close enough. Edward must sense this as he pulls me into him and somehow manoeuvres us so I am sitting in his lap. He doesn't leave my body for a second. I gain more leverage in this position. I can feel my orgasm building faster as I rock on Edward.
"Shit, Bella... are you?" I can feel Edward swell in me. I squeeze myself around him tighter and rock faster. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he chants.
I reach my arm above my head, grabbing onto the shelf for stability as I reach my peak.
We climax together as I grip my nails into the soft bag on the shelf above my head. I fall onto Edward, our chest moulded together in a mixture of sweat and caramel sauce. Flour dances over us as we catch our breaths. I realise that I have accidently ripped into the flour bag.
"Flour?" Edward asks and I just laugh as I look at his saucy chest, doughy neck and floured hair. I must look even crazier with my battered hair.
"Shit, we need to clean up." I climb off of Edward unsteadily and look around the kitchen. We've fucked the place up majorly. "Want some cake? I'm going to need energy before we tackle this mess."
"Chocolate please," Edward asks. I snort when I realise the cling wrapped chocolate ganache on the countertop is the only thing that survived our escapades. I pop it in the fridge and return to see Edward looking around for a trash can.
"Just dump it on the counter, we're going to have to bleach the bench top anyway." I grab his hand and he dumps the condom in the bowl. "Cum in the cookies, seriously Edward?" He just shrugs and we make our messy way out to the front of shop.
It's dark outside, but I dare not turn any lights on for fear that people will see our flour coated asses. I take a large slice of cake out of the cabinet and place it on a plate. I grab a fork and slide down the front of the glass display cabinet and sit next to Edward. Together we eat the cake.
We giggle and feed each other but my good mood quickly dims when I see Edward posed with his fork midway to his mouth. His eyes are sad. I softly touch his wrist.
"Hey," I call and he blinks back to reality.
"Bella, I'm sorry about going all caveman on you earlier," he tells solemnly.
"It's ok. I'm sorry for calling you a jerk," I whisper back.
We slowly try to finish the cake, but I feel like the happy, carefree atmosphere is gone.
"But, I was being a jerk," Edward tries to insist.
I huff. It's water under the bridge. I turn my body so I'm facing him. He's got chocolate frosting on his nose. It looks out of place amidst the flour and cookie dough. "You've got frosting on your nose," I tell him before I lean up and lick it off with my mouth.
In that small gesture I feel that everything is forgiven. Edward tilts my head down captures my lips between his. We kiss slowly savouring the flavour of chocolate in each other's mouths. It's intense and eventually I need to pull back to breathe.
I can hear something in the kitchen, "Do you hear that?"
"I think it's my phone," Edward sighs. Playtime is over, we're being summoned. We both stand. I leave the half eaten cake on the floor between our floury butt prints and follow Edward into the kitchen.
"Hello... yeah? ... No, no, we're done... is she alright? ... We'll be right home," Edward hangs up. "Alice is panicking. Your brother fears it will turn into a panic attack, do you mind if we leave?"
"Sure, sure," I jump, "let me just put some clothes on and we'll leave." I move around the kitchen, pulling on my underwear and jeans. "Have you seen my bra?" I ask Edward, "oh, doesn't matter." I pull on my shirt and turn to see Edward still standing there naked. "What are you doing?" I ask.
"You don't want to wash up first? I mean we've got this mess..."
"Doesn't matter," I cut him off.
"Sure?" he asks. I've been told that Edward and Alice are very close, but if my brother cannot settle his fiancé down then it's serious.
I nod, "yeah, Jacob can clean it up." Edward laughs and pulls on some clothes.
"Thank you, for leaving," Edward says as we turn down into the driveway of the Cullen house.
"It's alright, I know you're like her brother." I get out of the car bringing the box of pastries Edward stole from the bakery. We make our way into the house both tiptoeing.
We're unlucky though. Carlisle looks at us once over the edge of his glasses as he reads in the living room.
"Bella tripped!" Edward practically screams, "Yeah, we had to stop at the bakery... well she had to look at something, and uh, we were in the kitchen and she tripped and I tried to save her, I swear, but..."
"I took him down with me. The flour and cookie dough were casualties," I add.
"And the batter, you fell into that one, oh and the cara-"
"Clumsy me!" I scream to cover Edward, who is about to say too much. "Didn't you have to go see Alice?" He looks bashful.
"Oh, yeah, right." Edward shuffles his feet, embarrassed. "Yes, well, that's the story if anyone asks, ok, goodnight Dad." Edward runs upstairs leaving me there with Carlisle who looks quite confused at what he just witnessed.
"Actually I didn't ask," he chuckles quietly.
"I'm going to go... shower I think," I say awkwardly. "Here," I literally throw the box of cakes at him and run upstairs too. I crash into Jasper on the way.
"Bella, what the..."
"Is Alice alright?" I cut Jasper off.
He waves the air dismissal. "She's fine, he's like, her brother," he explains.
"I get it, Jazz," I tell him. He's always the one I turn to, but as I look at him now he looks down. "Are you alright?"
He smiles tiredly, "I'm fine, just a long day." He hugs me despite my messy condition. "Can we talk tomorrow, when you smell less like an uncooked cake?" I laugh and nod. He kisses the top of my head and we say our goodnights.
I make my way up to the third floor and jump into the shower. I leave my dirty clothes on the floor and wonder if Esme would wash them for me, suddenly feeling in dire need of a mother figure to cook and clean for me. My moment with Jasper leaves me feeling kind of bare.
I finish up, dress and climb into bed. I haven't even closed my eyes when I hear a timid knock at the door.
"Yeah?" I call out.
Rose pokes her head in the door. "Did I wake you?" she whispers.
I laugh, "No, come in." She creeps into the room without turning on the light and into bed with me.
"What the fuck is happening with you and Edward?" she asks bluntly. I blush at her crassness. I go to open my mouth but she cuts me off, growling, "and don't say bloody nothing." I can just feel Rose looking at me and even in the dark I can see her eyes. I cave.
"We're just fucking, ok?" It sounds harsh, even though it's the truth. "Like you and Emmett." I sneak that last point in at the end and watch as she struggles with herself as to whether she's going to tell me all about Emmett. I know her well and just like I expect she builds her wall and bites her tongue.
There is a moment of silence before she asks, "So is he like... hung?"
"What!" I shriek, because there is absolutely no way I'm telling her the answer is yes.
"You know, like a hor..."
"I know what it means." I feel mortified that all I am thinking about is Edward's cock in this moment while Rose is staring and begging me with her baby blue eyes.
"Oh come on!" she whines, frustrated with me, "You know Emmett's size and girth, if you don't tell me I'm just going to have to tell you about the time we did it and-"
"Stop! Please don't make my ears bleed." She looks at me imploringly.
I huff. "Fine." I find her hands in the dark and demonstrate. Rose squeals.
"It's about god damn time you found a man that has the tool to satisfy you."
I hide my face into my pillow, partly to hide my blush, but mostly to hide my smile. I giggle and so does Rose, when our giggling fit is over we lay there in the silence. Our foreheads are touching on my pillow.
"Why'd you do it?" she asks breaking the comfortable silence, "I'm glad you're getting some, but I'm just wondering why."
"I don't know," I whisper. I fear the question a little. I wonder if this is the same question I'll be asking in six days time. When Edward and I have to part our separate ways I wonder if I will regret it. "We were slightly intoxicated, why did you and Emmett hook up?"
I wonder if Rose will get annoyed at me turning the tables all the time. She can talk about Emmett for days on end, except she has trouble expressing truer feeling like this.
"He was there, we were both frustrated and he was there. He was always there... is, he is always there." I wonder about the correction on the end knowing that there is more to their relationship than sex. The mood has dropped since our size conversation. Rose is deep in thought and it's making me think a little too much for my liking.
"I was scared Rose, I still am," I whisper into the darkness.
"Well, you're a relationship type of girl, Bella."
"But I don't want a relationship, I just want some fun," I tell her almost angrily. I don't know why.
"Oh, Bella. Are you having fun?"
I giggle. "Yes."
...
I wake up because I hear ringing. I find my phone but it's not mine. I lie back down. Rose is gone. I don't know if she slept here of if she snuck out last night. I relax and roll over to try to get some extra sleep but I am stopped by more ringing. This time it is my phone.
I see the name 'Jake' and giggle while I can.
"Hey Jake, what's up?" I say as nonchalantly as possible.
"Bella, some weird shit went down in the bakery last night." He sounds slightly panicked.
"What do you mean?" I try to mimic his tone.
"It's like... It's like someone had sex in here." I cover the mouth piece and giggle quietly. Edward needs to hear this.
"Can you repeat that?" I ask as I climb out of bed and make my way over to Edward's door.
"As I said, it's like someone had sex here." I push slightly on Edward's door is ajar so I peak in. He's on the phone so I decide not to bother him. He doesn't catch me snooping as his back is to the door.
"How do you know?" I question Jake as I pace lazily on the landing.
"There's like floury foot prints from the front through to the kitchen. There's half eaten cake near two butt shaped flour prints. The caramel sauce looks like it's been thrown over the countertop. There's a bra in the cake batter and..." he trails off.
"And what Jake?" I ask knowing what he's thinking about.
"Ok, this is the worst of it, but there's a... there's a used condom in the cookie dough." He sounds absolutely repulsed. We really should've at least removed that one. It is kind of gross to have to clean up after someone like that.
"Is that all, nothing has been stolen?"
"What?" He's shocked about how cool about this I'm being. "Uh, no, everything is here."
"Oh well, that's the main thing."
I hear him mumbling, probably accusing me of being delusional.
"Wait, did you say there was a bra in the batter?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Do you think it can be salvaged?" I ask without thinking. I'm watching Edward. He just stood up.
"Uh, Bella..."
Edward scrubs his hand over his face and turns towards the door, I don't know if he can see me, but I decide to end my phone call. "Look Jake, I've gotta go." I hang up on his protests of asking what he should do.
Edward hasn't seen me. He's focusing on his toes. I creep closer so I can hear his conversation. "Yeah, yeah... I will see you then... Ok, I've got to go... yes... yep... yeah, Tanya, love you too, bye." He hangs up. I am frozen.
Love you too.
What the fuck was that about? Who the hell is Tanya? Not that leggy, strawberry blonde from Alice's bachelorette party?
I swallow down the lump in my throat and try to get my legs to move as I see Edward coming towards the door. I don't have the time or the muscular ability to move before he reaches the door so I just raise my hand as if I was going to knock.
"Bella?" Edward smiles widely. "As to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks.
I say the first thing that comes to mind, "Jake found the condom in the cookie dough."
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