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Almost two weeks have passed since Emmett was locked up.
Did I miss him? Tremendously.
Did I want to see his ass? I'd be on my way if I could.
He hasn't called me, and for that reason, I was worried.
I mean, yeah, I know that he can take care of himself and all, but…
Did I trust him enough to think that he wouldn't start any trouble?
Hell to the no.
I just prayed that the men who were around him didn't know the story of why he got locked up in the first place, because if they did and they teased him about the shit…
Then I knew that he could snap, and easily at that.
Going against his wishes and visiting him wasn't going to happen.
I caused enough trouble. I didn't want to give him another incentive to be upset with me.
Everything was going alright around here.
Oh wait…yeah. No.
Edward was avoiding the shit out of me.
I didn't really understand it, but the kid was getting on my last nerve.
Every single time that I came home from work, he was either…
a) Not home, or
b) His door would be locked.
And I didn't know if it was because he had females over or what not.
I wasn't able to hear anything anyway because half of the time, it was like a goddamn club slash rave at the apartment.
How a human being could have music playing that high without causing permanent ear damage was beyond me.
The only thing that was irking me was the fact that the kid was known to keep his door shut when he would be with said females, or when he would be thinking about his biological mom.
The whole female thing wasn't a big whoop, if that was the deal…
It was the idea of Edward torturing himself by thinking about his past that I didn't like, at all.
I still didn't know the whole story mind you, I just knew that it was traumatic, and that she died while he was there.
I still don't know how she died, but I knew that he blamed himself.
I also knew that he was stressed. His OCD tendencies becoming more aggressive told me that.
I would leave shit laying around in the living room here and there, just to get some kind of a reaction from him. It was kind of useless though, because I was constantly at work, so by the time that I would actually get home, he would of already taken care of it.
He used to leave me threatening little post its around the place, where I would leave empty milk cartons, soda cans, or just anything that was out of position.
'Do it again, and I'll kill you in your sleep. Ps: what time are we going to Ma & Pop's for dinner? Yours truly, the best.'
'You must want to die tonight, yeah? Ps: are you busy on Friday night? Ma wanted me to ask you if you could help her at the bar. Yours truly, Jesus Christ himself.'
'I'm going to shred one of your goddamn hoodies if you leave your chucks by the couch again. Ps: I'll be home for dinner. Don't Cook. It scares me. I'll bring home pasta from Alfredo's. Yours truly, Sex Hair.'
God, it was sick, but I missed the hell out of his notes. He hasn't left anything that would even indicate that he was pissed. All of the mess would just be put away, or even thrown out.
To say that I was bored was an understatement.
When I did get to see him, he would avoid all eye contact, or pretend that he was busy with whatever he was doing.
Sometimes, the kid was in his own little world, saying shit that didn't even make sense.
For instance, about three days ago, I found the dip-shit sitting on the couch, just staring at the TV. When I asked him what he had planned for the day, he mumbled something about homework.
Did the fucker go to school? No.
Did the man who is currently acting like a chick ever go to college? No.
What goddamn homework was he talking about?
It got to the point where I, no lie, started snooping around. Maybe if I found some Mary goddamn Jane in the apartment, it would justify half of the weird shit that he was doing.
It was irking me.
Was it because of the fact that we had sex?
I mean, it was just sex.
Right?
Of course, it wasn't like any other experience that I've been through…
Like I said, the kid was talented.
I really didn't believe that he would pussy out.
We're talking about Edward here.
Edward, the arrogant man whore who half of the time, thought with his dick. At least, when it pertained to other females that he's been with.
Mr. Edward—I—Can—Get—Whoever—I—Lay—Eyes—On—Cullen.
Come on. If there was ever a definition for 'playah, playah,' his picture would be posted right underneath it.
Did I really just refer to Edward as playah, playah?
Christ.
I did.
Any who, my point being, what the hell happened?
It's not like I'm the type of chick who wants more than what it was…
Speaking of…
What it was, was fucking ah—maz—ing.
No.
Better than amazing.
It was pretty goddamn magnificent, if I do say so myself.
And, you know that it's serious when I say magnificent.
I mean, who uses that term with sex?
I do.
Because that boy can get it like I've never been given it before.
Just sayin.'
But that's beside the point.
The point is that…
It's just…uh…
See, what I was trying to say was that…
Fuck.
What was my goddamn point?
Look, forget it, I don't remember. It's just important that I did have a point, and it was valid.
Thinking about Edward and sex at the same time does shit to me.
It's not my fault.
So, my life consisted of working my ass off at Eclipse.
Work…
Thinking of Emmett and how he's holding up.
Work…
Trying to get a hold of Rose, who mind you, was still avoiding me.
Work…
Thinking of Edward's cock.
Work…
Thinking of Edward's fingers.
Uh…
Oh!
And work.
Seth has been spending more and more time at Eclipse and it was nice having him around again. He kept the awkwardness between Rose and I lighter than it would have been if he weren't here.
I talked to J and asked him to look after Rose, at least until she stops with this petty bullshit that she has against me, then I could take over.
His response: "Of course, I'll look after R Baby, you fuckhead."
Tonight, we were going out and celebrating Seth's return, with a lil dancin' an' drinkin.'
For me, it might be more drinking than dancing, what with it being the first time since Em got locked up that we were all going out, together.
Of course Rose won't be drinking, so the bitch factor is sure to go up.
I just plan on getting wasted enough to drown her ass out.
As I stepped out of the shower, I heard my cell phone beeping, telling me that I had a missed call. After walking over to my bedside table, I snatched it up and saw that James called.
James and I have been talking a lot more. When I would be working at Eclipse, he was always hanging around. Rose and Pix always gave him these looks, like he was trouble waiting to happen. I didn't really know what they had against him, but I didn't bother with it because the girls wouldn't say anything about it anyway.
He was cool. I mean, in a friend kind of way.
I didn't understand why people had this paranoia about him. They all would avoid him like he was some kind of criminal.
Okay…
Maybe he was.
But he was a cool criminal.
And yes, I just referred to James as a cool criminal.
What I mean is that he's a cool cat…
And a criminal.
J was the only one who didn't give a shit. Meaning, he hated James, but he wasn't avoiding him like everyone else was. Instead, he was always around me, practically suffocating my ass. When I would ask him about, he would just shake his head and tell me that the kid was hanging around me too much, and that it wasn't right.
Jake claimed that James either wanted to:
a) Fuck me,
b) Fuck me, or
c) Fuck me.
Right.
I, in return, would just roll my eyes and nod my head, too tired of the shit to argue.
Every time that Blue Eyes came by Eclipse, James would quickly leave, claiming that he had something to do.
The dislike between the two of them was obvious, which was weird.
This whole time, I thought that they were cool with each other, but something changed, and I had no clue as to what had caused it.
I mean, the only thing that I got from it all was that Blue Eyes felt the same way that Jake did, that James was spending too much time with me, but come on.
It wasn't anything serious or some shit like that.
Blue Eyes knew that. I knew that. And, James knew that.
I wasn't looking for anything or anyone, and James wasn't either.
I was just a chick, hanging out with a dick.
Hitting call back, I waited a couple of seconds before he answered.
"Hey, sorry I missed you," I whispered, pulling on a tee. "I was in the shower when you called me earlier."
He laughed quietly. "It's cool, what's going on?"
After walking over to my closet, I held the phone against my shoulder and looked around for a hoodie to wear. "Seth hasn't been around for years, so we're all going out to celebrate. What's going on with you?"
"Nothing," he groaned as I pulled on a hoodie, "although, killing myself doesn't sound so bad right about now." I walked over to my bed with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "I'm so fucking bored, B."
Pulling up my pants, I snorted. "James, you're worth it. Don't do it," I teased before running a brush through my hair. "You have oh so much going for you, kid."
It was silent for a couple of seconds and I pressed my mouth against the speaker. "Are you dead already?"
"Damn, you're good," he whispered, sarcastically. "Just with those few encouraging words, I actually want to live. Amazing."
I smirked, putting on some mascara. "I'm a lifesaver, what can I say."
"So where you guys heading to? he asked.
"I'm thinking that club down at the Rez," I answered. "You know which one I'm talking about?"
"It's the only club down at the Rez, I'm sure that I wouldn't miss it."
I rolled my eyes as I grinned. "So since you're feeling alive again, why don't you come by?"
He hummed. "Yeah, sounds good."
After telling him that he could come by the apartment, that we could just ride up there together, I hung up on the kid and finished getting ready. Deciding to go and grab a bottle of water from the kitchen, I made my way out of my room as I ran some chap stick across my lips.
As I walked in, I saw my avoider sitting down at the table, eating out of a Chinese take out box. The fucker didn't bother and raise his head when he heard me coming in, but he did give me some type of a grin that was forced and imitated a stroke patient.
I walked over to the counter and leaned against it as I glared at the back of his head, but he just continued playing with his food. I bent down and pulled out a bucket from the cabinet under the sink before standing back up again.
Raising an eyebrow at his hair, apparently, I kept my eyes on his form as I turned on the sink and let the bucket fill up with water. "Edward?"
"Yeah?" he asked over his shoulder.
After turning off the sink, I leaned against the counter again and held the buckle in front of me. "Why are you avoiding my existence?"
"I don't know what you're taking about," he whispered, standing up.
I narrowed my eyes at his back as he walked over to the trashcan and threw out his unfinished food, avoiding me, once the fuck again. "You don't know what I'm talking about?"
He shook his head as he headed for the door, trying to escape.
I tilted the bucket and threw the water onto the floor.
Edward's back tensed before he stopped his movements and turned around, finally meeting my gaze. "Was that really necessary?"
I shrugged as I walked through the puddle, carefully mind you. When I reached the door, he grabbed onto my arm and I raised an eyebrow at his glare directed towards my chucks.
"You're going to get wet marks all over the goddamn carpet."
Fucking finally.
Something.
I shrugged his hand off of me at the same time that I snatched the bottle out of his other hand. Looking up at him, my eyebrow raised higher as I tilted it and poured the beer onto the floor, by his feet.
His jaw tensed.
I needed new panties.
Just letting you motherfuckers know.
It's a problem.
He let go of me and placed his arm across the door, using the other hand to run it down his face. "Clean it up," he said calmly.
I laughed as I placed my arms across my chest. "No."
His lip twitched angrily. "Bella, the floor's soaked. Clean. It. Up."
"Edward," I mocked, "no."
"I have one goddamn nerve left," he growled as he stomped towards the counter, the whole time glaring at me, "and you're getting on it."
He forcefully opened up one of the drawers and pulled out a towel. His fists clenched when I stepped on the puddle of beer and splashed it all over the place. After I was satisfied with that, I walked up to him and grabbed the towel out of his hand with a grin before I threw it, having it land on the floor, and watching it soak through. "What's up with you, Edward?" I asked. "You've been ignoring me ever since we got it in."
He ignored me as he opened up the drawer again, grabbing another kitchen towel.
When I want to talk, I want to goddamn talk.
Before he was able to shut the drawer, I shoved him away from it with my hip and pulled out all of the towels. He growled something deep as he slammed his palms down onto the counter and I snorted as I threw the rest of the towels down onto the floor.
Grabbing the one that he had in his hand, I tried pulling it but he had some type of a con-fu grip on the motherfucker. "Give it here!" I spat, pulling it so hard, that I swore that I heard a seam rip.
"I'm warning you," he threatened as he pulled back, making my feet slide across the wet floor, "stop."
"Don't you threaten me, you asstard," I sneered, kicking my leg out to splash some of the water on his jeans.
"I'm really, really, not in the mood to fight with you now," he hissed, splashing water on my own jeans. "Give me the damn towel, Bella."
I pulled again, making his body slide closer to me. "What happened, man? Why aren't you talking to me? Did I do something wrong?"
He looked at me like I was talking something crazy as he grabbed my arm and pushed it away at the same time that he pulled on the towel.
"No, why the hell would you think that?"
"Well, Christ, I don't know," I said sarcastically, pinching the existence out of his hand. "Maybe it has something to do with you not being able to look at me for more than a goddamn second ever since that night."
He shook his head as he continued pulling on the towel. I dug my nails into his forearm and he groaned with a small snort. "Jesus! Would you stop pinching me, acting like some kind of a fucking lobster."
"Let go!"
"No," he hissed.
"You're going to regret it!"
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Why are you screaming? I'm right here."
"I'm not screaming!"
He laughed at me as he took one final pull, which in turn slammed me into his chest. As I was in the process of kicking his kneecap, my other foot slid from under me and I yelped as my body tilted to the side.
He grabbed onto my waist and pulled me up with pursed lips.
I went to kick the kid once again…The thought of it not working the second time like it didn't the first time, never crossing my mind.
My leg slid in between his legs as he spread his own apart, almost like he was getting ready to do some sort of split. I couldn't help but snort when he glared at me, his one hand holding onto my waistband as his other one wrapped around the edge of the counter.
"Would you stop moving around!" he yelled.
I mocked him by spreading my legs apart, but that didn't turn out as I planned. I definitely ended up on the floor, on my back, after I heard a loud rip, followed by a gust of wind against my ass cheeks.
Edward grinned, looking down at me. "I think that you just split your pants, Ballerina."
I glared at him. "No, I didn't."
He smirked. "Flip over."
"No," I growled, placing my hands underneath my ass.
Goddamn it.
Now was definitely not the perfect time to wear butt floss.
He rolled his eyes as he held out one of his hands. "Come on."
I grabbed onto his help with a grin and pulled hard. He cursed, doing some kind of a running motion against the water, trying not to slip.
I kicked my leg out and he tripped before landing on top of me with a groan, causing my snort of entertainment to become a cry of 'Help me, Jesus, this kid is goddamn heavy.'
"Christ all mighty," I choked. "I didn't think that through."
He placed his palms down onto the floor on either side of my head and lifted his upper body off of my chest. He grimaced as his eyes ran over my face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, no worries, I'm—what's so funny?" I whispered, narrowing my eyes at his pursed lips as he tried to hide his grin.
"Was there soap in that goddamn bucket, or what?"
I rolled my eyes, ignoring his smart ass comment. "Are you upset because you didn't enjoy it or something?"
"Wha—" he stuttered, unbelievably, "are you shitting me right now?"
"I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong, Edward. I mean, you're never home anymore, and when you are, you're avoiding me like a goddamn plague, with your bedroom door shut all of the time."
He shook his head as he looked away. "I'm just stressed, Bae. I don't want you to take it personally."
"Well, what are you stressed about?" I asked, my fingers against his jaw as I turned his head to my direction. "You know that you can talk to me, right?"
"I know," he whispered, looking into my eyes. "It's just…complicated."
"Is everything okay?"
"I'll handle it," he said, not answering my question.
"Is mom and pop alright?"
He nodded his head. "Yeah, it has nothing to do with them."
"Blue Eyes?"
He shook his head.
I rolled my eyes. "Let me guess. It involves your keep it a secret from Bella job?"
He shrugged. "I'll handle it, Bella. No worries, yeah?"
"Edward?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Are you…a stripper? Because, if you are, it's really not a big deal, man. We could still me fri—"
He shook his head, interrupting me with a grin. "Uh, no. I'm definitely not a stripper. Don't be retarded."
"Escort?"
He snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Do you sell your body for sex?"
He smirked. "Are you really calling me a prostitute again?"
I shrugged and was about to ask him if he was some sort of a pimp, but the doorbell rang before I could open my mouth, causing both of our gazes to move to the kitchen door.
Meeting each other's eyes again, I groaned when I heard whoever was behind the door start knocking.
I mean, hello, if a fucker doesn't answer with the goddamn doorbell ringing, do you really think that they'll change their mind after the unnecessary consistent knocking?
"Is it that crazy bitch, Edward?" I asked, causing him to roll his eyes at me. "Because if it is, we need to call the pol—"
My phone ringing on the counter interrupted my sentence. I raised an eyebrow at Edward when he made no move to get off of me. "Uhm."
"Hmm?"
I nodded towards the counter. "Uh, that's my phone that's ringing."
He kept his eyes on mine. "It is."
I cleared my throat, seeing as to how it was suddenly heavy. "I should probably get it," I whispered. "That's what people usually do nowadays when phones ring."
"Yeah," he whispered, his eyes on my mouth. After a second, he licked his lips and I followed, finding them dry as all hell.
His chest over mine rumbled something panty dropping, causing me to moan, internally of course. "You're still on top of me," I pointed out.
His eyes snapped up to mine as he whispered a fast "Oh, right, yeah."
Pushing himself off of me, my breath caught in my throat as I felt him against my hip. He quickly pulled me up and let go of my hand before running it through his hair. My bottom lip became entrapped between my teeth as he walked over to the fridge and swung it open, shoving his head in there as he pretended to look for something.
Jesus.
It really doesn't take a lot for him, it seems.
I pursed my lips, trying to hide the snort that was just dying to escape my mouth from his obvious discomfort as he shifted his hips, trying to adjust himself in some discreet manner.
Tearing my gaze away from him after a couple of seconds, I looked down at my clothes and groaned.
I clearly needed to change, unless of course I wanted to be a star guest in Girls Gone Wild.
Sliding over to the counter carefully, I lifted my hoodie over my head and took it off. I looked down at my phone and cursed. "It's probably James at the door. I forgot that he was coming."
Edward turned around and closed the fridge. "James?"
"The kid was suicidal," I explained with a shrug as I walked towards the kitchen door. He followed behind. "I saved his life."
As I went to unlock the front door, Edward brushed my hand away.
"What?"
He nodded at my ass. "Are your cheeks cold?"
I narrowed my eyes at his smirk before I took my soaked hoodie and wrapped it around my hips. He shrugged at my growl as he placed his arms across his chest and I rolled my eyes at him as I swung the door open.
James was leaning up against the wall with a wide grin as his eyes ran down my torso. "Wow."
I raised an eyebrow at him before I lowered my gaze, trying to see what James was stari—
Oh.
I placed my arms across my chest, seeing as to how…wow indeed.
The goddamn temperature in this apartment was a little too low.
Hell—o nipples.
Edward glared at him as he pulled off his sweatshirt before pressing it against my chest. "Come on, dude."
James smirked as he held up his hands. "My bad."
"Uh, can you give me a minute?" I asked as I stepped to the side so that he could come in. "I'm going to go and change real quick."
James nodded as he stepped inside with a "No Problem." As I started heading towards the hallway, Edward slammed the front door shut. I stopped and looked over my shoulder. "You okay?"
Edward shrugged as he kept his eyes on James, who crossed the room and took a seat on the couch. "Perfect."
"Okay," I whispered slowly, before continuing on my way.
As I was in the middle of pulling my pants down, I heard a light knock coming through my bedroom door.
Christ, didn't I tell James that I would be out in a goddamn second?
"Bae, it's me, open up."
After shoving my pants on, I walked up to the door and opened it a little bit before I stuck my head out. "What's up?"
"Can I come in?" Edward asked.
"Uh, sure, but ho—"
He pushed the door open and stepped inside before shutting it behind him. I placed my hands over my tits as he turned around to face me.
Edward's eyes widened a little bit as his gaze remained on my hands. "Holy—" He swallowed, shaking his head before turning it away from me. "Your ti—I mean...uh. You don't have a shirt on."
I rolled my eyes at his bashfulness as I walked over to my bed. After turning my back to him, I started sliding my bra on as he shoved his hands into his pockets, his head bowed towards the floor, causing me to snort. "I tried to warn you, but you just shoved your way in here."
"Are you descent, yet?"
I pursed my lips as I pulled a tee shirt over my head. "You're good."
He turned around and glared at me as he walked over to my bed. One of my eyebrows raised in question as he laid down, placing his hands behind his head, making himself all comfortable and at home.
"Can you wait for me?"
"Wait for you?"
He nodded as he leaned on his elbows. "Yeah, wait for me, Bae. I'll be ready in about twenty minutes, and then we could all leave together."
I groaned. "Not you too."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I am perfectly capable of going to the club with James, Edward. Christ, I don't see what the big deal is here with all you dudes."
"Just wait for me."
"Absolutely not," I answered with a shake of my head. He growled in frustration as he threw himself back onto the bed, and I shrugged at the kid as I walked towards the door. "I'll see you later."
When we walked into the club, I spotted everyone out near the dance floor. Jake was sitting down on one of the chairs with Rose on his lap and I grinned when I saw the empty bottles of water in front of them.
Jake was holding one for the team.
And people wonder why I love his ass.
There were some other guys that were sitting around our table, but I only recognized one of them, Matt I think his name was, from the rave that Edward threw at our place.
James nudged my shoulder and I met his eyes. "I'll be back in a little bit, I have to use the bathroom." I nodded and he walked off before I started heading for the table, laughing and shaking my head.
Pixie was giving Seth a lap dance and I couldn't help but snort when I noticed Blue Eyes glaring at him. At least Paul was keeping him some company, even though it didn't look like it was appreciated, what with the way that Paul was pointing and whistling at Pixie.
I walked over to them and Paul nudged my shoulder while he nodded towards Pixie with a toothy grin. "How fucking great is that, man!"
Dork.
I rolled my eyes at him before I turned my attention to Jasper, who just nodded at me with a greeting of "Brown Eyes, it's a pleasure."
When he started mumbling curse words under his breath, I pursed my lips and grabbed his face, turning his attention away from his lady and to me. "Blue Eyes, innocent fun, that's all that it is."
He shrugged in some I don't give a shit way as he turned his attention back to them. "Is he always that affectionate with females, that mind you, he just goddamn met?"
I looked over at Seth and pursed my lips, trying like all hell to keep my grin to myself when I saw him shoving dollar bills down Pixie's jeans.
I shrugged. "He's an affectionate fucker."
Pixie swung her ass in Seth's lap and he in return shoved his knuckles into his mouth with wide eyes. Jasper growled at the exchange and I grimaced. "I'm about to kick his ass, Brown Eyes. I hope that the kid doesn't mean a lot to you."
And, he was definitely serious, because after that little statement, he started rolling his shoulders…
In some there's about to be a rumble sort of way.
I rolled my eyes as I took a hold of his hand and started leading him towards the dance floor. "Blue Eyes, take some notes, yeah?"
His jaw dropped a little bit, amusement written across his face when I placed his hands over my hips. "Darlin, I am a one woman man."
I frowned, shaking my head as I teased his ass back, placing my arms over his shoulders. "So much to teach, so little time."
Lady Gaga's 'Love Game' came on.
Hah.
Fucking perfect.
I turned around so that my back was pressed up against his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist.
His breathing stopped.
I looked over my shoulder and rolled my eyes at the kid's visible gulp.
"Jasper, don't have a stroke."
He nodded as he nervously looked over towards Pixie, who didn't notice us out on the dance floor, yet.
"You sure that she won't be mad?" he asked. I shook my head, and he shook his own. "Brown Eyes, she may be small, but she's a scary little shit when she needs to be."
"Relax," I whispered. He rolled his eyes, and I narrowed my own. "Just don't be getting a boner up against me, and I won't have to cut it off."
He laughed as he tightened his arms around my waist.
"Alright smartass, teach away."
"Alright, back up a little bit and keep your eyes on my ass," I ordered, nudging his chest with my back. I interlaced our fingers together and raised our hands above our heads as I pointed my hips to the left and right with the beat.
'Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Lets have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.
Huh!'
And, I went flying forward with that last note.
I even think that the kid cracked my back, because it felt a lot looser.
Before my chest ended up hitting the ground, he quickly let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around my waist. I grimaced as I looked over my shoulder, running one of my hands down my back.
"Shit, Brown Eyes," he whispered, worry written across his face as he looked me in the eyes. "Are you okay?"
I hid my grin, not wanting to embarrass him, as I lied. "I'm good. Just, you know, I'm not a hula-hoop." He huffed and I snorted. "No need to thrust so goddamn hard, Blue Eyes."
He nodded nervously. "I didn't say that I could dance," he mumbled.
"No worries," I reassured him as I placed my hands over his. "I'll go and see a chiropractor tomorrow."
He laughed, shaking his head at me, before I started swinging my hips slowly, urging him to follow. After a couple of seconds, the kid relaxed behind me and actually took the lead.
'Hold me and love me
Just wanna touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough
For my heart to quit it.'
I looked over at the table and smirked, seeing as to how the Pixie was burning a hole through my skull with the glare that she was giving me.
The glare that was so goddamn deep, it seemed as if it was tickling my brain in some sort of a way, but of course, I continued.
Taking one for the team, as they call it.
I turned around so that I was facing Blue Eyes and pulled on his collar, going into the next verse. His body froze in front of me, looking like a deer caught in headlights as I ran both of my hands down his chest. I pushed him up against the wall, in some animal way, and took a hold of his shirt before I bent down, sticking my ass out as I came back up.
'I'm on a mission
And it involves some heavy touching, yeah
You indicated your interest, I'm educated in sex, yes
And now I want it bad, want it bad
A love game, a love game.'
"You look constipated," I stated, rolling my eyes at the kid as I placed my arms over his shoulders. "Work with me here, Blue Eyes."
His eyes went wide, in some dramatic oh shit way as he looked over my shoulder, and then he started stuttering nonsense words.
To say that I was worried that he was currently going through a mini stroke was an understatement.
I was about to yell for help, or some type of medic, but he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.
And there stood Pixie, with her hand on her hip, and her leg out.
Not only was her leg out, but her foot was tapping against the floor.
I rolled my eyes as I looked at Jasper. "Really though? All that just because she interrupted us?"
He swallowed hard, his eyes on his lady, as he raised his hands up in the air, stepping behind me. "She made me," he blurted out, nodding in my direction.
I grinned as I placed my arms across my chest.
"Pixie, your lover boy was jealous. The kid was going into depression, thinking that you were going to leave him for Seth. Don't blame him." I frowned as I pulled Blue Eyes next to me, placing my hand over my chest. "He almost cried," I whispered.
She gasped as her foot tapping against the floor, stopped.
Win.
"Jassy, you almost cried?" she asked, in awe.
He scrunched his eyebrows together in disgust and I gritted my teeth as I wrapped my fingers around his elbow, pinching his skin.
"Yeahow," he sniffed and yelped at the same time.
Nice.
She clapped her hands with a wide smile. "That's so romantic!"
He shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic." He lowered his head as he rubbed his eyes. "I just—" he paused, exhaling before he continued, "There's no reason for my existence without you in it."
I raised an eyebrow at him.
Laying it a little thick there buddy, aren't we?
The Pix shoved me aside before jumping his ass. He wrapped his arms around her waist with a wide cheesy smile as he placed his chin over her shoulder, giving me a wink.
I returned the wink as I pointed at myself. "Genius," I mouthed.
He nodded, like he knew it all along.
Before I left them, I nodded at Pixie and then made a whipping motion with my hand before pointing at him. He rolled his eyes as he gave me the finger.
Leaving them alone, I gave myself a little mental pat on the shoulder.
Nice, Blue Eyes…a little dramatic nonetheless, but nice.
I walked over to the table and stood behind J and Rose. Leaning over his shoulder, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and he grinned at me as he returned the gesture. I took a seat next to them and gave a small nod towards Rose, who rolled her eyes at me as she pressed her back against Jake's chest and placed her arms across her chest.
Matt smiled at me as he slid a bottle of beer across the table out of the bucket that he had placed in front of him. "Hey Bella."
I grinned at him as I took a sip. "Thanks."
I felt hands against my shoulders and tensed, but as soon as I smelled him when he leaned down and kissed my forehead, I relaxed.
Looking over my shoulder, I pulled out the chair on the other side of me and nodded at him. "Hey you."
"Hey," he whispered in reply, returning my grin as he took a seat and grabbed the beer that Matt slid over to him at the same time. Edward looked over at Rose and winked at her. "How you holding up, mama?"
Rose playfully narrowed her eyes at him as Jake ran his palms against her belly. "I'm fine."
I gave her a small smile. "Are you getting morning sickness?"
She shook her head as she placed her hands over Jake's.
"Are you having any weird cravings?" I asked, wanting to find out as much as I could before she shut me out again.
She shrugged before looking over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Jake. "I need to use the bathroom."
He nodded and I leaned back as I lowered my gaze down to my lap.
"Damn R baby," J teased next to me. "This is like the eighth ti—owe!"
"It's not my fault," she hissed, letting go of his ear before grabbing onto his hand as she stood up. He rolled his eyes as she pulled him from his seat before they both headed out into the crowd.
Edward leaned towards me and placed his fingers against the back of my neck, massaging the skin there gently as he whispered "Give her some time, Bae."
I nodded as I leaned up and looked around the table at the guys who were sitting around. "So, what's up, who are all you people?"
Edward ran his hand down my back with a smile before he took a long sip of his beer. "Nobody decent enough to be acknowledged." The guy next to him laughed as he pushed Edward's arm when he went to take a drink again, causing him to cough.
"My name's Dick," he whispered with a wink, reaching his hand across Edward as he held it out towards me.
"No," I gasped, placing my hand in his.
He raised an eyebrow at me, keeping a hold of my hand. "What?"
I snorted. "Dick! That's fucking great, man. No really. I don't even know your mom, but I love the chick nonetheless for naming you."
He narrowed his eyes at me as he playfully pushed my hand away.
"Shut up, it's a great name."
I smirked as I placed my hand over Edward's thigh. He looked over at me with a grin. "Dick."
"You never met Dick?" he asked, nodding his head towards…Dick.
"Alright, fine," he whispered with a roll of the eyes, holding his hand up in the air. "I get it, I'm not going to live it down, ha the fuck ha."
I smiled as I leaned back into my chair.
"My name's Ken," the guy across the table nodded towards me. "Nice to meet you."
I nodded back. "Nice to meet you too, man. Where's Barbie?"
Edward rolled his eyes as he placed his bottle of beer on the table with a nod towards me. "Did you guys know that Bella was a comedian?"
Ken pouted as he leaned back, taking a sip of his beer. He looked over at Matt who was sitting next to him and frowned. "No other chick has ever made fun of my name before. I'm kind of offended, dude."
I shrugged. "Rub some dirt in it and grow a disco stick."
He grinned. "I like you."
I raised an eyebrow at Edward as I placed my arm across the back of his chair. "Who doesn't like me, right?"
He shook his head as he lowered it, a grin escaping from his lips as he teased back. "I know, Bae. You're pretty fucking amazing."
"Shots!"
I looked over my shoulder and snorted when I saw Sethie Poo come stumbling towards us. Looking at Edward again, I raised an eyebrow.
"What shots is he planning on doing?"
He grinned as he stood up, getting ready to pull up another chair. Seth patted his back when he reached us, stopping him and telling him that it wasn't needed.
A second later, I yelped, holding my beer bottle out so that it wouldn't spill all over me as Seth grabbed onto my waist and lifted me up in the air. J appeared behind Seth and grabbed onto my bottle of beer with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head before he took a seat, pulling a smiling Rose down onto his lap afterwards.
Some of the guys that were sitting around the table quickly stood up, but Edward waved them off, rolling his eyes, before placing his hands underneath my legs as Seth tossed me around.
Like, literally.
Was I some sort of frisbee in this motherfucker?
After finally taking a seat, he dumped me on his lap and then looked around the table as he lifted one arm up in the air, trying to get the bartender's attention. "Alright, what will it be pussies?"
Edward laughed as he placed my legs on top of his lap. "Don't you think that you've had enough?" he teased.
Seth laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his chin over my shoulder. "Oh man, B. He's a newbie, huh?"
I grinned as I leaned back into Seth and lifted one of my legs, pressing my foot against Edward's chest. "He's just getting started, dude. Don't worry, we could handle ourselves, sex hair."
Matt laughed as he sat up and placed his elbows against the table. "Oh please, Bella. Don't act like you could out drink us men."
J groaned as he placed his forehead against Rose's shoulder, who in return smiled as she lowered her head with a shake.
I narrowed my eyes at Matt. "Don't even tell me that you just said what I think that you just said."
He raised an amused eyebrow. "And what's that?"
"That I can't handle my liquor."
He shrugged. "I said no such thing."
"But you meant that, yeah?"
He grinned against the mouthpiece of his beer bottle. "I'm just saying, sweetheart. It's alright, you're a chick."
Oh.
He didn't.
Edward, ken, and Dick smirked as I looked around the table.
Oh.
He did.
"Tequila," I growled. "Lots and lots…of tequila."
Seth slammed one of his hands against the table. "Now that's, what I'm talking about!"
"So you're saying that Rose—who keep in mind, is a hot piece of 'oh shit, you could rock my ship at anytime that you please—is a definite waste of space?" Dick slurred, squinting at me.
I rolled my eyes at the kid as I pushed myself away from Seth's chest. "Okay, let's get some shit straightened out Dick," I slurred back. "First of all, she wasn't that hot." Edward grinned as he leaned back into his chair, his lips pursed together as he took a small sip of his beer. "And second of all, come on! She was all 'oh you're my life, here, DROWN!"
Edward snorted as he shook his head at the Dick. "Don't try to argue with her, man. This chick is unstoppable."
Ken rolled his eyes, followed my Dick. "Rose was a good chick, Babe. You can't deny it."
"Oh please," I scoffed. "Stay back! Don't come any closer!" I shouted, raising my voice. Lowering my voice, I imitated Jack. "Take my hand. I'll pull you back in." Raising my voice again, "No! Stay where you are. I mean it, I'll let go!"
Rose smirked as the rest of the guys laughed, shaking their heads at me. "Oh let go, bitch! Nobody's stopping you!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air, hitting Seth's forehead by accident.
"Relax spaz," Seth groaned, lowering my arms down to my sides.
Edward shook his head at me as he tried to hide his grin. "Bae, that's a little harsh, don't you think?"
I shrugged as I leaned against Sethie. Raising my arms over my head, I wrapped my fingers around his neck as I placed one of my legs over Edward's shoulder at the same time, biting onto my lip. "Will this light do?" I whispered. "I want you to draw me like one of your French girls, wearing this—big dramatic goddamn unnecessary pause—wearing only this."
I shook my head, disgusted, as I let my leg fall into Edward's lap and lowered my arms from around Seth's neck. "What a slut, man."
Dick choked on his drink, and Edward grinned as he patted his back.
"That was so hot, do it again, please."
I rolled my eyes. "Dick."
"Come on, B." I raised an eyebrow at Matt. "You gotta admit, she was just a girl who wanted some reality."
I looked at him in some crazy type of way before I lowered my voice. "Where to Miss?" I placed my hands against my chest as I raised my voice. "To the stars!" He shook his head with a grin as he leaned back. "I mean, who the fuck goes to the stars? No really, can you please tell me what train or bus I can take to get me there?"
I looked around, waiting for my answer.
"No? No takers?" I asked.
Silence.
I nodded, already knowing that I was right. "That's what I thought."
When I felt my foot vibrating, I quirked an eyebrow at Edward and he rolled his eyes as he leaned back, digging his phone out of his pocket.
When I tried kicking it away from his hand, he laughed, telling me that I was beyond fucking annoying as he grabbed my legs, stilling them. I raised an eyebrow at the groan that left his chest when he lowered his head and looked at his phone. "I have to take this or my cell will be on fire for the rest of the goddamn night. Hang tight, I'll be right back." I nodded and he stood up before placing my legs on his seat.
"Alright," Matt slurred as Edward walked off. "Give me another shot."
I grinned as I shook my head. "Mattie boy, you can't handle an—"
James lifted my legs from Edward's seat, interrupting my sentence. After sitting down, he placed them on his lap with a grin. "Hey."
Seth sat up a little bit and I grimaced as I pushed him back, lifting my legs off of James at the same time. "Hey."
"Damn," he whispered, grinning as he lifted the almost empty tequila bottle. "I'm surprised that you're not wrecked yet."
I smirked before I nodded at Matt, who kept his eyes on James. "That little bitch challenged me, so you kn—"
"You like it when Bella's wrecked, yeah?" Rose interrupted me as she shrugged Jake's hands off of her, sitting up.
James smirked as he leaned back. "She's good company."
"I bet," Rose spat, standing up. I looked over my shoulder when she stalked off and was about to get up, but Jake placed his hand on my shoulder, stopping me.
"I got it," he whispered.
I nodded and he walked away. Turning my attention back to the table, I tapped on Seth's arms around my waist. "I'm need to go empty my bladder." He let go of me and I stood up, raising an eyebrow at James as he followed my actions. "Where are you going?"
"I'll walk you."
Seth raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't think you need to worry about that, Bella can handle going to the bathroom by herself."
James whistled as he raised his hands up in the air. "Chill out, bro."
Seth grinned, not at all happy, as he stood up and faced James, who placed his arms across his chest, un-phased. "I am chilled, bro. I'm just pointing out that she doesn't need an escort."
I grabbed onto Seth's arm as I stepped beside him. "Alright, th—"
"Bella knows me," James interrupted with a grin. "It's no big deal."
Seth's body next to mine tensed and I rolled my eyes. "Enough of this shit, guys. Before I get to pull out my ruler and order you two to drop your pants, I really need to go and take a piss."
Seth shrugged. "Go and piss. We'll both be right here."
James grinned as he took a seat and Seth followed, bringing his beer bottle up to his mouth as he kept his eyes on James the whole time.
As I walked out of the bathroom, I rolled my eyes.
There were some chicks in their while I was pissing, talking about what color lipstick looked better on them as they went down on some dude.
Mind you…the same dude.
Bitches these days, man.
I lowered my head as I laughed to myself, walking through the dark hallway. "Unbeli—oh shit," I mumbled, stumbling back as I ran into something. I lifted my head and groaned.
"Well if it isn't Bae," Sarah whispered with a grin, straitening out her shirt. "You enjoy talking to yourself?"
"I am so goddamn excited that you're here," I smiled sarcastically.
She nodded as she walked by me. "Me too, bitch." When she reached the bathroom, she leaned against the door. "It's so nice being in your presence."
I gave her the finger and she gasped in dramatic shock as she pushed the door open, causing me to bit my lip as I tried to hide my grin.
I turned around and went to walk away, but stopped when I noticed James leaning against the wall next to the men's bathroom. Walking up to him, I raised an eyebrow. "Hey, who are you waiting you?"
"You."
"Me?"
He nodded, placing his hands over my hips as he pushed himself off of the wall, looking around the hallway. "You."
I narrowed my eyes at him as I brushed his hands away before taking a few steps back. "What are you doing, James?" I whispered, my eyes on him as he followed.
"I like you," he whispered with a shrug as my back hit the opposite wall. Placing his hands on the paint, on either side of my head, he smirked as he trapped me in. "You drive me mad, you know that?"
"You like me?" I asked, placing my arms across my chest.
He hummed as he pushed his body up against mine.
I placed my hands against his chest and pushed him back some, not at all comfortable. "Are you high or something?"
He grinned. "You don't like me?"
"Depends on what kind of like you're talking about."
He ran his hands down my arms and I tensed. "What if I'm talking about the kind of like where there's no strings attached?"
I snorted.
He smirked. "What?"
"James, you're definitely high, and you need to chill out." His eyes fell down to my mouth and he bit onto his lip, causing me to grit my teeth as I stepped out of his way. "I'm just going to go and head ba—"
He pulled me back with his hand on my arm. "Come on, B. I know that you like me too."
And, I was starting to get annoyed. Quickly.
Pushing his hand off of me, I glared at him. "The only thing that I like, is your hands off of me."
Placing his arms around my waist, he laughed as he pulled my body up to his. "Don't be like that."
"James, I'm ten seconds away from seriously kicking your a—"
"You stupid, stupid bitches! Red lipstick on his dick would scare the kid, with him thinking that one of you whores bit the shit of it."
I went to push James' arms off from around me when I heard Sarah's voice, but he just tightened his hold against me.
"What's going on here?" Sarah asked, narrowing her eyes at the fucker who was being very un-cool like right now. "Bella?"
James grinned as his eyes met hers. "And who are you?"
She raised an eyebrow at me. "You know him?"
I nodded, not wanting to start shit, as I pushed the kid's arms off of me. As I took a step back, he followed with a step forward until she placed her hand against his chest, stopping him as she stepped into the middle. "It doesn't seem like she wants you touching her."
He smirked, looking down at her hand before raising an eyebrow at her. "Who are you again?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, you douche. What matters is that the girl looks like she wants to go back to the rest of her friends."
James fist clenched and I pulled Sarah back. "Why don't we just rel—"
"Bae?"
I looked over my shoulder and breathed out a sigh of relief when I saw Edward walking towards us. Nodding my head at Sarah, his steps grew in speed as he narrowed his eyes at James, who was grinning at her.
"I didn't see you coming in," he whispered, his voice coming out some what uncomfortable to me as he placed his arm over Sarah's shoulder.
The chick just kept her eyes on James, as his grin turned into a smirk.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she hissed, crossing her arms.
Edward laughed as he grabbed onto her hand. She raised an eyebrow at him and he raised his own with a tense nod. "Let go dance, yeah?"
"Fine," she whispered, answering his silence as she took a hold of my hand, pulling me along as Edward led the way out of the hallway.
When we reached the dance floor, she let go of me and groaned when Edward swung her around and pulled her back into his chest. I snorted and she grabbed onto my waist with a roll of her eyes.
"I knew it," I whispered, trying to hide my smirk as I placed my hands against Edward's hips, leaving Sarah in the middle when he placed his own against mine.
She raised an eyebrow at me.
"You're into chicks, yeah?"
She pushed me away from her with a roll of the eyes. "I just wanted to include you, bitch."
I snorted as I went to turn around, but then yelled in holy shit as Matt slammed into my body, wrapping his arms around my waist. "B, may I have the honor of dancing with you?" he asked, mocking nervousness.
I placed my arms over his shoulders and he raised an eyebrow at my grimace. "I don't know, man. It depends."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Depends on what?"
"Do you dance as good as you drink?"
I yelped as he bent me backwards, his hands secure on my waist. "Are you asking me if I'm pro at dancing? Because, to be honest with you, I don't take well to compliments. At all. As a matter of fact, it causes me to blush like a motherfucker."
I grinned and ran my hand through his hair as he pulled us back up.
"Oh, you're a smooth shit, aren't you?"
He shrugged as he started swaying his hips. "It's what I do, B."
I rolled my eyes as I followed his lead, moving my hips with the beat.
Looking over Matt's shoulder after a few seconds, I snorted as I saw J pulling on Rose's arm, which caused her to growl as she stood up. He started throwing his fist up in the air before he started jumping up and down, and her eyes bugged out as she looked around and grimaced at the audience that he gained.
"Come on, R Baby!" he shouted, thrusting his hips in some kind of a circular motion, "you can't deny my skills forever!"
"Cant deny what?" she yelled, placing her arms across her chest. "That you look like you're having some kind of a seizure?" He continued with his dancing, adding some kind of a leg tapping move, before she shook her head and walked up to him. She took a hold of his arms, her intent clear on stopping him, but the idiot took it as encouragement and went to pick her up. When she growled in warning, he held up his hands and stepped away from her before continuing with his fist pumping.
I snorted as I turned around, placing my back against Matt's chest and meeting Edward's smile with a shake of my head when he too, noticed Jake's so called skills.
"Hey Matt, can I interrupt?"
I looked to my left and rolled my eyes at James before I answered for myself. "I'm quite alright, thanks."
"B, listen," he whispered, taking a hold of my hand. I stopped moving and Matt raised an eyebrow at James. "My bad on earlier."
I snatched my hand out of his hold before placing it over Matt's arm.
Completely ignoring James' bullshit of 'my bad.'
"One minute B," James whispered. "Come on."
I groaned before I turned around and faced Matt. "You want anything from the bar?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll go for us. What do you wan—"
"It's alright," I interrupted him, shaking my head. "I need a break anyway." I raised an eyebrow and pursed my lips. "Your dancing? Fucking amazing, man. It actually honest to God, took my breath away."
He shrugged as he grinned. "I told you, B. Watch the fuck out."
I rolled my eyes as I walked past him, James following behind me.
Taking out a twenty dollar bill, I placed it on top of the bar as I waited for the bartender. When he came up to me, James stepped to my side and I ordered two Miller Lights.
James smiled at me as he nudged my shoulder. "Thanks."
"Oh," I whispered, raising an eyebrow at him. "You wanted something to drink? This is actually for Matt and I."
He laughed as he lowered his head. "Alright, I deserved that."
After getting my change and leaving two bucks on the counter for the tip, I took a hold of the bottles and faced James. "What's up?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something."
"And what's that?"
"Work with me."
Leaning against the counter, I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion. "Work with you?"
He nodded. "I know that you would make killer money, B."
"I'm not selling," I stated, shaking my head. "So whatever work that you have in mind, if it involves that, it's not happening."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, B. It's not like you'll be snorting the shit, you'll only be selling it."
"No."
"Can you at least think about it?"
"Think about what?"
I turned my head to the right and saw Edward leaning up against the counter. Pulling some ones out of his wallet, he raised an eyebrow at James as he waited for the bartender.
"I'm just offering B that job that we talked about earlier."
Edward nodded as he ordered two Coors Lights. Placing the cash on the counter, he turned his attention back to James. "Oh yeah?"
James nodded. "Tell her how much money she'll make, dude."
Edward ignored him as he placed one of his hands against my back, his other one taking a hold of the beer bottles. "This is a good song, dance with me?"
I raised an eyebrow at him and he nodded towards the dance floor, his fingers now against my waistband. I whispered an "Okay" and he gave a nod towards James before pulling me away from the bar.
Leading me into the middle of the crowd, he pulled me in front of him and placed his arms around my waist after Ken grabbed onto the beer bottles and walked away. "You're not working for him."
"I know that," I whispered, placing my arms over his shoulders as he started dancing.
He narrowed his eyes as he tightened his hold around me. "I'm dead fucking serious, Bae."
I nodded, looking into his eyes. "Alright."
After a few soundless seconds, he nodded and looked past me. I raised an eyebrow at his scowl before I looked over my shoulder. When I saw Pixie and Blue Eyes making out like teenagers leaning up against some other people who were dancing nearby, I snorted.
"So, when do you think they'll realize that the people that they're leaning up against aren't a wall?" he whispered into my ear.
I grinned as I turned around, so that I was facing him. After wrapping my arms around his torso, I shrugged at his raised eyebrow, moving my hips along with his. "Blue Eyes deserves it."
He smirked as he quickly turned me around again, laying his chin over my shoulder. I smiled at Blue Eyes as his hands started roaming under Pixie's shirt. "I bet you two hundred bucks that Jasper is going to start trying to take off her shirt, thinking that they're home."
"I bet you three hundred that she's going to do the shit herself," he whispered with a soft laugh, grinning against the skin on the side of my neck.
And, I may have shivered at the contact.
Okay.
No bullshit.
I did. I definitely shivered.
"Are you cold?" he whispered, wrapping his arms around me tighter.
I shook my head at his question as I placed my hands over his arms and leaned back some, pressing my ass against him accidentally.
Pfff.
Did I say that it was an accident?
His hands went down to my hips, in some tense as shit type of a way, before I leaned down a little bit, placing my hands against my knees as I rolled my ass into him. A soft groan left his throat as he ran his palms up my sides before they returned to my hips, where he pulled me against him. Looking over my shoulder, I bit onto my lip, trying like all hell to suppress the moan that wanted to escape when I saw how dark Edward's eyes got.
He pulled me up after a millisecond, so that my back was against his chest again. I ran my tongue along my lips when he brushed my hair off of my shoulder. Pressing his mouth against my ear, he whispered "You think that you're funny, don't you?"
I placed my fingers against his hips behind me before I tugged on his jeans, urging him to move harder against me. As I felt his teeth bite down on my earlobe, my breathing picked up like hell the fuck yes.
Turning me around, he placed his hands over my ass as he pulled me against him, slowly. I ran my nails down his back and when I reached his belt, I placed my fingers through it and pulled his hips into mine…
Quicker.
He slowed his movements down a little bit as he licked his lips, looking down at my mouth. I kept my hips moving with the beat as those dark eyes of his looked around us. When his fingertips started running down my back, I closed my eyes and placed my forehead against his chest.
When I felt his mouth against my ear again, I tucked my thumbs into his waistband. "I need to use the bathroom," he whispered.
"Hold it," I groaned.
He rolled his hips into mine and I bit my lip when I felt him…
Hard, and so goddamn wanting.
I gripped onto the bottom hem of his tee shirt as his hot breath hit my skin, and when his teeth took a hold of my earlobe, I just about came.
"I really, really, need to use the bathroom."
"Me too," I moaned.
He nodded against my neck before he pushed me against the crowd, the whole time bumping into people as he kept his arms around me.
As soon my back hit the bathroom door, he placed his hands under my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grabbing his neck as he pressed his forehead against my own. "Can I kiss y—"
"We're way past that, you dork," I interrupted, pulling his face towards mine. When our lips connected, fucking finally, he growled against my mouth as he pushed me up against the door, swinging it open.
I hissed a mumbled "Christ" when he slammed me against one of the bathroom stalls. Keeping his mouth against mine, he exhaled a lovely breath, shoving one of his hands under my shirt, roughly running his palm down my stomach.
When I leaned back, trying to catch my breath, I yelped, half in horror and half in disgust, when my eyes fell on some dude, peeing in one of the urinals behind Edward.
Except his piss was definitely hitting the wall.
Uh, ewe.
Edward's hand froze against me as he looked into my eyes. "Shit, did I hurt you, Bae?" he asked, placing his other hand over my jaw, running his thumb across my cheek.
I shook my head before nodding it towards peeping tom.
He raised an eyebrow at me before looking over his shoulder. When he saw Mr. I-don't-get-the-whole-mechanism-of-aiming-in-the-toilet, he groaned, moving over slightly so that his body blocked my own.
"Get out," Edward growled, nodding towards the door. When the kid was still staring at me, he raised an eyebrow. "When I say get out, I mean now."
Dude pulled up his pants, in some quick manner, while he mumbled an apology. When he went to run away, he slipped from his own piss and I grimaced as he fell on the floor. Edward turned his attention back to me and pursed his lips as the idiot stood up before hauling ass out of the bathroom.
I kinda wanted to help the kid out.
Okay, not really.
At least not until he washed up.
Placing his hands against the stall behind me, Edward shook his head and laughed. I licked my lips, already forgetting about what just went down as I lifted my shirt up over my head, getting his attention.
When I went to throw it over his shoulder, he grabbed onto the fabric and shoved it into his waistband, smirking. "Did you forget about the piss?"
I raised an eyebrow at him while I rolled my hips into him, running my fingers over his open mouth as he groaned. "I'm not really thinking of piss right now, Edward."
He lowered his head before nodding against my collarbone, his breath over my bra, so goddamn nice. "What are you thinking about?"
"How much time you're wasting," I complained, in all seriousness.
He smirked against my skin before he ran his nose against my covered nipple. I ran my hands down his shoulders when he opened his mouth and ran his teeth against it, causing it to perk the hell up in about 0.5 seconds.
No, really.
It took about a half a second.
Who counts half seconds?
Me.
Am I really talking about time now?
"Edward," I whispered breathlessly. "Take off your pants."
His too-dangerous-they-must-have-a-warrant-out-for-their-arrest lips froze against me before he lifted his head and grinned. "Already?"
"Edward, we don't have much time, come—oh baby Jesus," I moaned as he ground his erection against me, my eyes on his tongue as it ran across his mouth.
Smirking against my lips, he shook his head at me as he ran his thumb down to the spot where I needed him. "I don't need much time. Once I get my hands here, you'll be content within a minute, at the latest."
When I heard people outside in the hallway, I placed my hands against Edward's chest and pushed him away from a growl. "I told you, man!"
I went to grab my shirt from his waistband, but he shook his head at me in some don't do that type of way. I raised an eyebrow at the kid.
"I get that you like the view and all, idiot, but I'm sure that J won't."
He rolled his eyes at my statement as he placed his hands under my ass, kicking the door of the stall that was behind me open. When he pressed me against it after walking us in, I moaned, like now you're talking.
I arched my back and he growled something sexy in his chest as he turned the lock. Letting go of his shoulders, I raised my arms to the sides and grabbed onto the top of the stalls, using that as leverage.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he groaned when I rolled my hips into him.
Keeping his dark green on mine, he groaned when I ground my hips into him. Leaning back some, he placed one hand under my back as his other hand ran along my stomach. My breath stuttered when he leaned in and took a hold of my top lip with his teeth, and I lowered my arms before wrapping them around his biceps, wanting his body closer to mine as I pulled him in.
His mouth moved to my neck after a couple of minutes of teasing each other's lips with our tongues, and I ran my hands down his hard chest before I pushed him back a little bit, wanting his shirt off so I can feel skin.
After I threw the useless fabric up in the air, over my shoulder, the kid pushed me back into the hard surface of the stall before he shoved the cup of my bra down. As soon as my tit popped out, he groaned a "hell yes" before slowly lowering his head.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes, not minding the pain of it hitting the stall behind me, as he took my nipple into his mouth, that tongue of his flicking it.
I breathed his name as I rolled my hips into him harder. He grunted in response, letting my nipple go with a loud pop. My eyes opened as he ran his lips up my chest, where they stopped their ascent against the side of my jaw. I pulled on his hair, urging him to kiss me.
"What do you want?" he whispered, grinning against my skin.
"Your lips," I answered, leaning back and meeting his eyes. I went to kiss him, too impatient for him to follow through first, but he pressed his fingers against the front of my neck, holding my head against the door.
After giving his mouth a quick lick, he ran it's moistness over my lips in some teasing sort of way. I spread my lips apart and growled over his closed ones. "Edward, come on."
"What do you want?" he asked, running his thumb along my jaw as he pushed my head back, denying me of what I was trying to taste.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Your tongue."
He ran his thumb against my bottom lips with a smirk. "You want it?"
"You're getting on my nerves," I deadpanned.
I mean, if I have to beg for the shit, I will, no doubt, bu—
He ran his tongue along my lips, in some light and yummy way as he interrupted my thoughts. "Take it, then."
I licked my mouth, humming when I tasted him there, as I grabbed onto his face and held it still. When I bit his top lip, he moaned and when I bit onto his bottom one, he growled.
Opening my mouth some when I felt his hand running along my lower abdomen, I breathed against him as I ran my tongue along his smooth one. When his fingers paused in uncertainty as they reached the top of my waistband, I took his top lip and held onto it with my teeth. Placing my hand over his, I pushed it down some, wanting nothing more.
His forehead rested against my own as he looked down, his breathing harsh over my face. Brushing my hand away after a couple of seconds, he started unbuttoning my jeans.
Lifting me up slightly with strong arms, I kept my eyes on his as he pulled my jeans over my ass and down one of my legs.
Lowering me back down again, his body held mine against the door as he pushed my boy shorts to the side.
As soon as his thumb brushed itself over my clit, I tightened my thighs around his waist and he licked his lips, our eyes staying on each other.
"Ohhhhhh shhiiiittttt."
Oh, yes.
That was me, you bitches.
And it was that dramatic, and drawn out.
Just sayin'.
He placed his forehead against my cheek and I closed my eyes, loving every goddamn second of his breathing hitting my ear. "We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered as he slipped a finger into me.
"Yeah," I exhaled, not knowing what the hell he was spittin' as I placed my hands against his arms, rolling my hips into him.
He extracted his finger and ran it up and down, in some slow as shit manner, hardly putting any pressure against me. "It's not right," he groaned against my neck.
I moaned with a nod, as he ran his thumb in circles around my clit.
What was I nodding at, exactly?
Fuck if I know.
The bathroom door swung open before we both heard two male voices echoing throughout the room. Four seconds later, the sink was turned on as they talked about a game that was coming up.
Well…
I think it was about game.
It could have been a discussion about penguins, for all I knew.
Edward's fingers were currently working their magic against me, so who was I to interrupt that shit, you know?
I lowered my arms from around him as he lifted his head and looked into my eyes. Placing my hands over his, I groaned his name at the feeling of his fingers quickening their pace underneath mine.
When my stomach tightened from the pressure, I closed my eyes and went to breath his name, but he interrupted me by placing his mouth against mine. I moaned, not being able to handle the shit, as his two fingers began rubbing against me harder and faster.
Okay, so my cry of pleasure may have been a little too loud for my liking, but come on. Did the kid really expect me to be qui—
"You have to be quiet," he whispered against my lips, smirking.
Oh God.
He did.
Bastard.
"I can't do that," I groaned, wrapping my hands around his wrists.
He licked his lips before pressing them against mine as he swallowed my moans and groans, his fingers moving faster. "I want to see you cum, Bae. Can you be quiet?"
I shook my head as I placed the back of it against the door.
He raised an eyebrow at me as he slowed down the pace of his fingers.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "I was right the fuck there, you di—"
Narrowing my eyes at him, I gritted my teeth. "I was right there, di—"
Placing his hand over my mouth, he interrupted me as he nodded his head towards the voices of the douches out in the bathroom, talking about some chick's ass. "I can get you back there," he whispered.
I rolled my eyes as he leaned in closer. "But you have to be quiet."
Getting ready to tell him to fuck off, I gasped when his middle finger slid into me, so goddamn slowly. "Can you do that, Bae?"
I nodded, not at all sure about what the problem was to begin with as he ran his other hand down my stomach. Using his thumb of one hand to rub my clit, he thrust two fingers of his other one inside.
My mouth fell open in do as you please motherfucker as I placed both of my hands on top of his.
His fingers against and inside me started building momentum after a few seconds, and then slowed down when I was right on the edge.
"You asshole," I groaned, arching my back against the door as his fingers picked up their pace again.
"You wanna come, Bae?"
"What the fuck do you thin—oh God," I growled before I moaned when he pressed his thumb down on my clit, keeping it there, as his magical fingers thrust inside of me at a pace that once again, amazed me.
My breathing picked up some before I let go, from tip to goddamn toe, my thighs around his waist shaking as I rolled my hips into him.
The kid kept his eyes on mine, which drove me even more crazier, as he extracted his fingers and softly ran them up to down, allowing me to ride it out before my legs completely gave up their hold around him.
He placed his hands underneath my thighs with a soft laugh before my ass got the chance of falling off of him. I pressed my forehead against his shoulder and let my arms hang over his as I tried to recover.
"So much for being quiet," he whispered, his voice goddamn proud as he bent down to place my bare ass on the toilet. I groaned and shook my head with a grimace and he rolled his eyes as he lifted me higher so that I could stand on it instead.
As I buttoned up my pants, I looked over the stall and growled when I noticed that the two douches were leaning up against it with their ears pressed over the paint. 'Edward, they're still here!' I mouthed, angrily.
He rolled his eyes as he adjusted himself and I grimaced when the kid kicked the door open with the bottom of his foot. "Gentleman, what a fucking pleasure!" he shouted like a goddamn looney, as he made his way out into the bathroom.
I bent down and wrapped my arms around my thighs when I heard a thump against the stall followed with a few groans. "Is there a prob?"
Who the fuck says is there a prob?
Edward fucking says is there a prob.
What an idiot.
"Not at all sir, we were just leaving," one guy mumbled.
I scrunched my eyebrows together when I heard what sounded like a thick head being smacked.
"Hey, man! I didn't do anything," another dude groaned.
"You're still here, you fucking douche."
That was Edward's reply.
I mean, really, there's no need to be that goddamn ignorant.
When I heard the bathroom door swing open and slam shut, I jumped off of the toilet at the same time that Edward threw my shirt over the stall. After quickly shoving it on, I stepped out and narrowed my eyes at his smirk as he leaned against the wall. "What?" I snapped.
He placed his finger against his mouth as his eyes widened, in some dramatic, highly annoying way. "Sshhh!"
My narrowed eyes turned into a straight up glare as he grinned at me.
I shrugged as I headed towards the door. Walking past him, I threw my arm back and punched his stomach.
"What the fu—" he groaned, hunched over as he placed his hands over his knees. "What the fuck, Bella!"
"Ssshh that!" I hissed, walking up to the door. Before I pushed it open, I looked over my shoulder and shook my head at the idiot as he glared at me, running his hand over his stomach. "One minute, my ass."
So, i thought this part of the story would end in 5-6 chapters...
Yeah...no...that was 3 chapters ago.
I didn't realize how much i wanted to say in each chapter...but i hate jumping around...so there might be like 5-7 more chapters after this...
Maybe...
We'll see.