Chapter 18
EPOV
Someone is attempting to climb under my skin. No joke. I've been woken up at... oh around 2:30am by someone trying to bury themselves into my left side. I wearily look down to see Bella. I must be dreaming because I have no reason to expect Bella to be here curled into me. I roll onto my side, practically rolling onto dream Bella, in hope she'll stop attempting to climb into my body through my armpit.
"Edward," she whimpers and I grunt in response. "Edward," she tries again before she starts pinching my arm.
Her sharp, girl nails claw at my skin. It actually hurts a fucking lot.
"Ow! Stop, please," I whine and sit up. I flick on the light and inspect the claw marks from her fingers. The pinching pain tells me that I wasn't dreaming. For some reason Bella was trying permanently attach herself to my body.
"Sorry, but you rolled on top of me," she says quietly. She pouts and crosses her arms across her chest. She lies there looking uncomfortable.
I shuffle over and give her some space before rolling onto my side so I can stare at her worried face.
"Why are you here?" I ask. I reach over to smooth the crease that forms between her eyebrows as she furrows them together at the question. "Not that I'm complaining," I chuckle and add, "well, maybe a little, you've got claws like a cat."
She rolls over and rests her head on my chest. "Are you calling me a pussy? Because Alice has already called me one tonight."
I almost want to roll my eyes. It's too late, or early, for me and girl drama. I roll onto my back and bring her with me. I squeeze her tightly and ask, "Why are you a pussy?"
I can't help but laugh at the little glare she sends me after asking that question. I guess I'm not supposed to ask.
"I'm not! I'm just waiting," she tells me.
"I don't suppose you'll tell me what you're waiting on?" I ask her.
Her chin digs into my chest as she looks at me and confidently says, "Absolutely not."
I just tighten my hold around her and close my eyes in hope of a couple more hours of sleep before the long day coming up.
I can't slip into slumber though. First my eyebrows twitch, then it's my nose, then my eyelids start and I can't keep them closed anymore. I huff in frustration and open them.
"Stop watching me, I can't sleep if you're watching me," I mock growl at her and roll her onto her back. She tugs at my forearms and I take the hint and roll on top of her, situating myself into the perfect position between her thighs.
"What do you think you're doing?" she tries to say indignantly, but the want in her eyes tells me otherwise.
"It's quite simple," I tell her seriously. "There's been so much talk tonight of pussy that I thought I might see what the big deal is all about." I grind into her suddenly.
She gasps, I can't tell if it's because she's playing along, or if it's the feel of my quickly awakening cock.
"Tell me, how do you intend on getting inside to find out the juicy scoop?" she asks as she slowly slides her hands up and over her pale, taunt stomach taking her shirt up so it rests just under her perfect breasts. I groan as she stops raising the shirt, but lets her hands continue. I can see the outline of her pert nipples as she rolls and tugs on them.
"Oh baby, I've got the key," I say and show her by pressing into her slightly. My hands swiftly duck under and remove her t-shirt quickly. I let my mouth take over from her hands as I tease her.
I can feel her fingers rake slowly over my back as I kiss and lick my way over the top of her breasts and up the column of her neck. I don't mind her fingernails at all now.
"Are you going to give me the key, Edward?" she asks. I slowly make my way from her ear to her mouth and kiss her passionately. My tongue explores her hot, little mouth a little roughly and she shows her appreciation by sliding her feet into the waistband of my briefs and pushing them down my legs for me.
I slip my hands into the waistband of her shorts when she says something that stops me completely.
"Baby, are you going to put that big key of yours into my pussy."
Oh god!
My cock twitches and Bella does this breathy, chuckle, moan thing that makes me involuntarily push myself into her warm heat, which sadly is still clothed and preventing me from getting in.
"I don't think I've ever heard you say that before," I groan.
"What?" she asks as innocently as one without a shirt and a naked and fully erected man on top of them can. "Pussy," she whispers with a moan.
I fucking whimper.
She's killed me.
Her dirty mouth has officially fucking killed me.
She begins wiggling underneath me, while I collect myself. She's trying to get her underwear off. Seeing as I want those things off too, I roll away from her for just long enough for her to fling them across the room and for me to roll a condom on.
I roll back on top of her. She's resting on her elbows staring at me with raw desire and a lot of fucking impatience. She spreads her legs as wide as they can go and I take a moment too long to stare at her glistening in front of me.
She snaps, "Cullen, what are you waiting for?"
I shake my head trying to clear the haze in my head and push into her, which does nothing for the haze, but Bella and I manage to establish an awesome rhythm. We are not too fast, and not too slow – and without the risk of sounding like an R rated nursery rhyme – we are just right, but we always seem to be that way here.
Her fingers rake over my skull, tugging ever so often as I push into her. She pulls my lips to hers and tugs my bottom lip between hers. Taking full control, she nibbles and sucks and pushes her tongue into my mouth. I let her lead before I take over and explore all the sweet spot I had discovered over the last two weeks.
I slide in and out of her easily. She lets out a wonton moan as I hit that certain spot inside of her that I'm sure only I can find. I may be a little bit cocky about that. But I have reason to be. As her nails scratch at my back, she mutters things that definitely stroke a man's ego.
"I need more, Edward," she groans, so in one swift move I hug her to me and sit back on my knees. Her mouth opens in silent pleasure as she slides down onto me. My fingers sink into the flesh on her hips as she rises and then grinds herself into me. Her beautiful breasts bounce right in front of my eyes and I bury my face into them. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she uses them for leverage as she bounces on top of me.
"Oh, baby, are you close?" I ask, even though I'm fairly certain that she's right around the corner from me. I'm so ready, but I need her to come before me.
She manages a tiny nod and a breathy, "God, yes!" in response. Her movements become a little erratic as she races to catch me. I continue planting wet, open-mouthed kisses over her perfect body as I finally feel her walls flutter around me. She lets out a single gasp and arches her chest into my face. I pull her nipple between my teeth causing her to let a guttural moan and squeeze my cock even tighter. I release into her, bury my face in her neck and moaning out her name.
She holds me tightly to her before we clean up lazily and crawl into bed around each other. Bella of course claims my side of the bed, which I half-willingly give her, blaming it on exhaustion.
Before I drift off to sleep Bella looks into my eyes and says, "Goodnight, Edward."
...
I wake the next morning alone, save for a note.
Didn't want to get caught sneaking in. I'll see you at lunch
- Your Bella
I keep the note in my hand as I make my way down the stairs to the kitchen, remembering the early morning wakeup call from my Bella with a proud smirk on my face. I am in the kitchen and I hastily stowing the note away in my pyjama pants before I have too much time to think about this morning. I turn my smirk into a smile as I find the rest of the men, and Mom, seated around the kitchen table.
"Good morning honey!" she sings as she plates me up some breakfast.
I thank her with a kiss on the cheek and sit down next to Emmett.
"Sleep well, Edward?" Emmett grins. I narrow my eyes at whatever he is insinuating.
"Emmett," Dad says suddenly, "How did you sleep last night?"
Emmett smirks, "Pretty well, I didn't get up until morning."
Even my Dad chuckles a little at that remark.
I'm a little shocked at my father's immaturity – Emmett's not so much – but before I can make a remark regarding their dirty minds Jasper cuts in, "Is no one going to ask me how I slept? I'm the one getting married today!" he exclaims with excitement.
Mom lets out a girly cry and rushes over to Jasper. She hugs him from behind and kisses the top of his head. "I'm so happy!" she cries and everyone but Jasper guffaws at her. He leans up, kisses her cheek and whispers in her ear. Mom's eyes become a bit glossy and she walks away fanning her face with a smile.
"No cold feet man?" I ask Jasper.
"Not at all," he grins.
...
I'm the only one dressed, well, Mom and I, are the only one's dressed when lunch time rolls around. Dad's half way there with his dress pants and shirt on. Jasper and Emmett decided it was best to wait until after lunch. Emmett especially decided this was a good idea, seeing as he can make a mess with anything.
I get more anxious with each passing minute past 12. I realise that lunch doesn't mean 12 on the dot to everyone, but still. I want to see Bella. And finally at six minutes past she arrives. And I'm a total idiot.
"Uh," is all I can manage when I open the door.
Because she looks fucking gorgeous and I can't get the words out to tell her.
She giggles and blushes. "Are you going to let me inside, handsome?"
"Shit, yes, of course, holy fuck, Bella, Bella, Bella, you look fucking gorgeous," I feel my ears redden, "Uh, you're beautiful, Bella."
She blushes still and places a gentle kiss on my lips. "You look beautiful too," she says and tugs a little on my purple tie.
"Bella?" Jasper calls from the stairs and she turns her head. I can see the smooth, creamy skin of her neck clearly because she has her hair piled up in a twisted, messy up do. She looks back at me with a question in her eyes. Brown tendrils of hair frame her face. I nod at her unspoken question and tuck a stray hair behind her ear.
She smiles at me with rosy lips – her face has a very light coating of makeup on.
She walks away from me - tapping on the hardwood floors with every step – her feet trapped in black satin heels which make her legs look miles long.
I watch as she cups her brother's face and how she chastises him with a huge smile on her face for not being dressed already.
I go into the kitchen where Mom grins at me but keeps her lips shut. She's just making sandwiches for lunch.
Bella enters the kitchen and Mom rushes to her - gushing.
"Oh, Bella that dress is just absolutely lovely!" she says hugging her and then holding her at arm's length to admire her. Bella blushes from all the attention. I can't keep my eyes off of her. Mom keeps asking questions about the dress, which Bella answers but I tune it all out.
It's quite simple really. Her dress is black. It's straight across the top and tight down her torso until it meets a thin purple ribbon. The ribbon is the same colour as my tie and falls down her right side in two purple curls. I can see myself tugging her towards me by that ribbon later on. The dress then flares out slightly until it reaches her knees.
"Edward, honey, doesn't Bella look amazing?" Mom hints.
I roll my eyes and say, "Ma, Bella always looks stunning." Mom rolls her eyes this time and shrugs. "Can we eat now?"
Bella and I sit down at the table. I take the alone time to tease her by rubbing my fingertips gently over her knee. My circles hitting higher up the inside of her thigh with every circuit.
"How was this morning?" I ask her.
"Good," she tells me as Jasper, Charlie, Carlisle and Emmett enter. I slowly move my hand back above the table. "Uh, it's a bit hectic though. You're going to need some luck when you go over," she adds. I want to ask her if she's referring her sneaking out last night or just in general, but I don't get a chance.
Everyone quickly scoffs down their lunch and before we know it Mom is ushering the men up the stairs to get dressed and me out the door.
"Walk me out?" I ask Bella with a wink.
She walks me to my car door. I tug her closer by that purple ribbon and kiss her deeply. She pulls away first, breathing hard.
"Do I still look ok?" she pants.
I tug her back to me and brush my lips against hers gently. "Yeah, you'll do," I whisper.
She pushes me back with a smirk. "Sure, thanks." She grins, "You're a bit worse for wear though. How's your eye?" she asks and brushes her fingertips over my lips softly. "You had a bit of lipstick there."
"My eye's fine."
"Rosalie might try and cover the bruises."
I hide my grimace, but she laughs at me anyway. "I'll see you at the altar?" I ask.
"You know it," she winks and opens my car door.
I climb in and she closes the door. She's gnawing at her lip with her teeth, so I wind down the window.
"Bella?"
"Did you know about Rose getting married?" she asks suddenly.
"Uh," I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about that, but if Bella knows then the cat's out of the bag, right?
"When did you find out?"
"Oh, when I was supposed to hit on her during the bachelorette party."
She thinks about this for a second before she bends over and rests her forearms on the window. I can see down into her dress now and I let my eyes linger there until she speaks.
"You, me, coat closet, if you can find out for me why they did it," she tells me with a wink. Before I can say anything she rights herself and walks away.
Woman is evil.
I drive to Charlie's place and enter the house with a knock and a "Hello!"
Rosalie greets me seconds later by saying, "Follow me."
So, I follow her up the stairs and into Bella's old bedroom. There's a table with a mirror put on it and thousands of makeup products.
"No, please!" I beg.
Rosalie just pushes me down into the chair and I try to resist.
"Edward, just sit still," she huffs.
"I don't want it," I whine.
"Yeah, well, Alice doesn't want your bruise in her photos."
"Tell me why you got married and you can do it!" I shout.
"No deal," she says and tries to attack me again.
"Please, I'm begging you."
"What do you get out of it?" she asks suspiciously. I smirk at the thought of Bella and I alone, with the added risk of getting caught, it just makes everything more exciting. "It's a sexual favour, isn't it?" Rosalie huffs.
"Uh,"
"Ok, tell Bella that we got married because contrary to what everyone thinks of us, we love each other. Tell her that we didn't want to tell anyone not because we wanted to keep it a secret, but because we like being just us. I'm sure she can understand that, what with all the hiding you two have done over the last two weeks," she tells me and beings to attack my bruised eye area while I sit there gobsmacked that it was so easy. "Do you need me to write that down?" she asks bluntly.
"Nope, all good. Thanks Rose," I smirk at her and she rolls her eyes with a small smile that we're cool. "How do I look?"
She narrows her eyes and assesses me critically. "Well, I don't get what you're trying to do with that hair, but you can pull off a suit pretty well." I look in the mirror as I run a hand through my hair. It doesn't look that bad. Just a little untamed, and it's sort of sticking up in all directions. Ok, it looks a lot like I've just had sex and haven't brushed it, which I have, but I did shower so I don't know what she's on about.
Rosalie huffs quietly, so I stop checking myself out in the mirror and turn to look her up and down. Her dress is the same as Bella's, except hers is purple with a black ribbon. I can hear her toe tapping so I quickly say, "Aw, shucks, Rosalie. You look alright too." I give her a kiss on the cheek and she punches my arm lightly. "Now, where's Alice?"
"Next door, Jasper's room."
I go to the door and knock lightly. I enter when I hear Alice call, "Come in."
"Hey Ali," I tell her. "Wow." I can't really describe the dress, but it's an intricate design. Strapless, white of course, there's lace and silk. It falls straight to the floor and has a small rounded train at the back.
"What?" she asks nervously. "Good, bad, total shit, Jasper will hate it? Come on Edward," she frets.
"No, Jasper will absolutely love it. It's jaw-dropping spectacular. You look so beautiful, Ali."
She smiles a little and says, "Good. Thanks Edward."
I give her a huge hug. She's practically vibrating in my arms. I pull back and she squeals. "I'm getting married!"