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CHAPTER TWENTY
-The Progression-
Monday
"Where do you want to do this?"
"In my office sounds good."
"I like the idea of doing it in your office."
"Good thing I have one then."
"Indeed. So, Miss Swan, where have you always wanted to do it?"
"Well, Mr. Cullen, I personally like the idea of doing it in a public place."
"Mhh. Maybe tomorrow we can give that a try?"
"I don't think editing a book in a public place will work though. Too noisy."
"True. Maybe we can think of something else we could do in a public place?"
"What did you have in mind, Mr. Cullen?"
"Coffee?"
"Wild thing, aren't you?"
"I've always been bit of a rebel."
Tuesday
"Ugh. I don't like the feel of this, Bella."
"Why's that?"
"I think you're over-working it."
"I could focus my attention on another part and get back to this one later?"
"It's a vital component. Without it there's no build-up and essentially no climax."
"The climax is the best part."
"Couldn't have said it better myself, Miss Swan."
"That's why you chose me, Mr. Cullen."
Wednesday
"Have you ever thought of writing your own book, sugar?"
"I'm not a writer, Edward. I'm a reader."
"A very important role - without you, the writer is nothing."
"I'm glad you realize that, baby."
Thursday
"These late hours are killing me."
"Better get used to it. We still have a long ways to go."
"Is it always like this?"
"With other authors?"
"Yes."
"No."
"Why?"
"Well, the other authors don't practically live with me."
"So, the late nights are not because you're giving me special treatment?"
"No. I told you I wouldn't."
"Good. Because if this is how you give people special treatment, I'd rather have you hate me."
"You're rather whiny, aren't you? I didn't know this about you."
"You don't know much about me in general, Bella."
"You don't tell me much about you in general, Edward."
"Not much to tell."
Friday
Glorious mistakes are anxiously waiting to be made
in the nervous arms of a breakdown I find embrace
you shake when you've got nothing to say
I know your bones are begging to step out of your wardrobe
couldn't leave well enough alone
teach them to dance and let them go
Know your bonesby Aking
"Hello!" I call as I enter Bella's quiet apartment. The place seems abandoned. Where the fuck is everyone?
"In here!" Bella calls from her bedroom as if she can hear my thoughts.
I find Bella hunched over a suitcase sprawled open on her bed; clothes, shoes and toiletries covering her sheets.
"What happened in here?" I ask with a soft chuckle as I warily step closer.
"What the hell do you wear to the woods?" Bella asks in exasperation and throws her hands in the air.
I chuckle again. She looks completely confused and flustered. Her cheeks are flushed; her hair is piled into an unusually messy bun on top of her head and her chest is heaving in frustration.
My chuckle turns into a full-on laugh when I notice the desperation in her eyes.
"Calm down, Bella," I say with a shake of my head and take the final steps to close the distance between us. I pry her fingers from her hair, pulling her hands into mine and gently rubbing her palms with my thumbs.
"You know, when someone says you need to calm down, it almost always has the opposite effect," she huffs, but despite of her words, she seems to relax infinitesimally.
I watch her thoughtfully for a moment, quite surprised to find the usually calm and collected Bella Swan in such a disheveled state, and then smile encouragingly.
I drop her hands and turn towards the shit storm she has created on her bed. There are literally clothes everywhere. I try to ignore the small slivers of underwear peaking from the mounds of clothing.
Girls and their fucking ridiculous, frilly scraps of sin.
"This," I say, lifting a thin, frilly blouse from the top of the pile, "is a no." I toss the garment to the floor. I peak at her, and find her staring at me dumbfounded, yet she doesn't protest.
I take her silence as encouragement and turn my attention back to the task.
"This is good." I nod, lifting a pair of jeans and placing them carefully on top of her suitcase. "And this." I grab a sweater and place it with the jeans. "Basically jeans, sweaters, jackets, hoodies and so on are good. Silk, heals and dresses -" I emphasize my words by picking up a skimpy-looking green dress from the pile and turn towards her with an arched eyebrow - "are not."
Bella grabs the dress from my hands with a huff and hugs the garment against her chest. I chuckle again, because fuck, she looks so innocent and confused and just really fucking cute.
"Where's Alice?" I ask after a beat, realizing that she might be much better equipped for the task.
"Alice and Jasper already left, and they took my parents with them," she explains with a heavy sigh, throwing the dress on the floor with the blouse I disposed of earlier.
Well, that explains why the house seemed deserted when I came in earlier. They probably left early to get a head start. This week, with all the late hours Bella and I have been pulling with my book, has left me out of the loop with the rest of the world. I almost forgot about the trip Jasper mentioned at the club almost a week ago, until Bella mentioned it last night.
The news of Bella being the editor of my book has caused quite a stir in the office this week. To say that I've had my fucking hands full with the curious questions from my colleagues would be the understatement of the fucking century. It shocked the shit out of all of them when they found out about my choice of editor.
"Forks is one huge forest, isn't it?" I ask after a moment. "Shouldn't you know what to wear from experience?"
Bella rolls her eyes and starts to dig into the clothes scattered on the bed, pulling out jeans and long sleeved shirts. "We didn't actually live in the forest, Edward. It's a well developed town with roads and houses and shops, even." Her tone turns sarcastic as she glares at me from the corner of her eyes, her hands still frantically sorting the mess she made.
I shrug and then check the time on my wrist.
"We need to get a move on if we want to be there before midnight," I inform her, watching her slow progress with a hint of irritation.
"I'll just be a minute," Bella groans and starts folding more appropriate wear into her suitcase.
My eye catches a sliver of lace, dangling precariously from the side of the bed. I reach down and pull the black thong to safety. I swing the little scrap of fucking death, dangling from my finger, in front of Bella's face.
"You can take this along," I say with a smirk.
Bella raises her eyes to mine, a soft pink blush staining her cheeks, and pulls the panties from my grasp in one fluid movement. I arch an eyebrow as Bella stares at the garment in her hand for a second before she dramatically throws it onto the heap with her green dress and blouse, giving me victorious grin.
"Guess not." I laugh, and turn to leave her to her packing.
xoxo
"Emmett and Rose just arrived," Bella tells me as she places her BlackBerry back into her handbag.
I nod in response but keep my eyes on the road ahead.
We left Bella's house about an hour ago after she finally got all her things into the suitcase she chose for our trip. Fuck knows what's in that thing, but I can tell you, after hauling that monstrous load from her apartment to the car, I started pondering the possibility that Bella may have a body stowed away in it. I struggled for ten minutes, trying to get the awkward load into the trunk of my car. I finally gave up and threw the suitcase onto the backseat with a huff, receiving a death glare from Miss Swan which I chose to ignore. Girls and their fucking clothes.
I also feel a little on edge. Almost a week has passed since Bella finally admitted she wanted me, and absolute fuck all has happened. Now look, I'm a reasonable man. I understand that we worked really hard on my book - until ungodly hours of the night in fact. I also know that even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have been able to make a move, I was that fucking tired. But, shit – nothing? Not even a fucking pet on the thigh – a twist of my hair – a sniff of her neck? Nothing.
I learned really fucking quickly that once Bella Swan sits down to work, there is absolutely no room for play. None. My book is thankful for her efforts. My balls on the other hand? Not so much!
"You seem quiet," Bella observes softly. I look at her from the corner of my eye and notice that she's watching me closely. I shift uncomfortably in my seat and shrug.
"Just thinking."
"About what?" she counters.
"Nothing." I shrug again.
I hear Bella laugh sardonically, before she turns her body away from mine and stares out of the passenger window.
"What?" I ask confused and turn my head in her direction.
She turns to look at me and then shakes her head before returning her attention to the window.
"What?" I ask again. What the fuck?
"Nothing." She shrugs but doesn't turn to look at me.
"Doesn't look like nothing," I mumble sourly and turn my gaze back to the road.
"You know, Edward." Here it comes. "For someone who may, or may not, think that I'm distant and unapproachable -"
"I never said that," I interrupt.
Bella turns to give me a knowing look before she continues.
"You sure as hell are a lot more distant and unapproachable than I could ever be," she declares with a laugh and then turns back to the window.
"Sorry, what?" I exclaim with a laugh. "You must be fucking kidding me?" I'm shocked to say the least. She has absolutely no idea what she's talking about. I've never, ever been accused of being unapproachable. Women flock to me. I have loads of male friends. Even parents love me, Renee being case in point.
"No, I'm not." Bella finally turns her body towards mine again and shakes her head vigorously. "Sure, you have friends and people tend to like you in general, but how many people actually know you?"
"Lots of fucking people know me," I bite back in irritation. She's lost her fucking mind.
"Really?" she challenges with a laugh. "Then why is it that you know almost everything about my life in just the two weeks we've been…well, what ever we've been. And I – I still know absolutely nothing about you?"
I feel my eyebrows furrow in a frown as I keep my eyes on the road, but choose not to answer. How do I tell the woman in whose pants I'm trying to get that I've been deliberately vague about my past? I didn't want her to know anything about me. I don't want her to know anything.
"Unless it's just with me?" I hear her ask softly. I can't find it in myself to deny her observation. Clever fucking girl.
"Okay." She accepts my silence as her answer and turns herself away from me again.
I look at her for a moment and sigh heavily.
"It's not just you," I say softly, hoping that I'll be able to talk myself out of this one.
My words are met with silence.
I rake a hand through my hair in frustration and sigh again.
"In the beginning, I didn't find it necessary for you to know too much about me for this to work," I proceed, carefully choosing my words. I can't very well tell her that I'm keeping my life and past a secret from her because I simply don't fucking trust her.
"And now?" she asks softly, keeping her head turned away from me.
"Now?" I ask, hoping to buy some time. How the fuck do I explain to her that the less we know about each other, the better this will all end when the shit hits the fan? I don't want to complicate this even more by actually sharing myself with her. How do I tell her that once I connect a person with feelings, dreams and heartache to her, that I might not be able to see my plan through?
"Don't you think I need to know you better in order to do your book justice?" she asks before I can even come up with a reply.
"Not really." I shake my head.
"I think you're wrong," she points out.
We remain silent for a moment, the soft beats of some song playing on the radio fills the heavy silence of the car as I ponder my next move.
"Do you masturbate?"
"Sor – what?" Bella squeals from beside me and finally whips her head in my direction, causing her scent to engulf the small interior of my car.
I chuckle nervously and run a hand through my hair again. I could have eased into that one better.
"Do you flick your bean, sugar?" I say again, unable to keep the humor from my voice.
"Well…that's just…" she stutters, and I know if I turn to look at her now, she'll probably be blushing all shades of red. "That's none of your business." She folds her hands over her chest and tilts her chin up in defiance.
"I'm sorry, but just go with it for a second, okay?" I offer her a kind smile. "I'm trying to explain something here."
"For the life of me, I cannot comprehend what the hell my masturbatory habits have to do with this conversation." She shakes her head vehemently.
"You will in a minute." I laugh softly. "Come on." I turn to look at her with a grin. "You already know that I do."
Bella rolls her eyes at me, but I notice the corner of her lips twitching.
"Fine," she says with a groan and lowers her hands to her lap. "Yes."
"Okay." I nod. "Regularly?"
"A normal amount of times," she says with a clipped voice and focuses her eyes on her twisted fingers in her lap.
"Do you get yourself off?" I proceed, forcing the images of Bella touching herself from my mind. The last thing I need now is to make this drive with a fucking stiffy.
"Sure." She shrugs.
"Do you know your body's erogenous zones?" I continue delicately.
"I know of erogenous zones." I swallow thickly at her reply.
"But do you know yours?" I push.
"Not really." Her answer is just above a whisper.
"So you have no idea what makes you feel good besides your fingers down there?" Is it just me or did the temperature in this car escalate exponentially? "You don't know which parts of your body respond to licking, sucking, nibbling…?"
I see Bella shake her head in my periphery.
"Did Jacob know?" I prod further.
"Know what?" she asks in confusion.
"Where to lick?" I reply softly. "Where to suck?" I lower my voice even more. "Where to nibble?" My voice is so laced with lust, it sounds unfamiliar to my ears. Shit, my dirty talk is making me hard. Boy has skills. I'll take a fucking hi-five for that, thank you.
"No." Bella's voice is hoarse, and I realize that I'm not the only one turned on by the conversation.
"Would you say Jacob knew you?" I ask after taking a steady breath to calm my hormones.
"He knew everything about me." Bella sounds more in control.
"Did he ever make you come?" I know this might be taking it too far, but I need her to answer if I'm going to make my point.
"We were only kids, Edward," she defends weakly. "We hardly knew anything about sex."
"But you knew each other, right?" I continue without missing a beat.
"Yes." She sighs in exasperation.
"Did he make you come?" I ask again, slower, deliberately.
"Not during…" Bella trails off and turns her head back to the window. "Not really." I had figured as much.
"Did you know Jacob better than anyone else?"
"I thought I did," she replies coldly.
"So, even given the fact that Jacob knew you better than anyone else, and you knew him better than anyone else, he still wasn't able to make you come? To make you shake and quiver? To make you scream his name?"
"I get the point, Edward," Bella interrupts my ramblings with a grumble.
"No, I don't think you do, Bella," I say with a soft laugh. "I'm trying to convey to you that even though Jacob knew you so well, he still couldn't give you a release." I sigh heavily, frustrated that she still hasn't caught on to what I'm trying to say. "What I'm saying is that maybe knowing what you're doing is more important than actually knowing who you're doing it to, or with."
"I'm not following," Bella admits.
"I thought as much." I chuckle and make a turn, as indicated by the GPS. "I think you will do a great job with my book, without knowing me, just because you know what you're doing."
Bella turns her head back to me, her mouth agape.
I chuckle again.
"You couldn't just say that? You had to delve into my sex life or lack thereof, to make your point?" She seems flabbergasted, and I can't help smirking at her.
"I just wanted to know a little about my competition." I shrug and laugh as her mouth opens even further in shock. "I'm kidding." I laugh even harder and shake my head at her.
"Listen," I say after I compose myself. "I'm just trying to illustrate to you that knowing someone is not necessarily a recipe for success. If you don't know what you're doing, chances are you'll fuck it up, even if you had the best of intentions."
I look towards her to see if she's still following me. Her eyes are on mine, and I blink when I find that she's watching me in interest instead of disgust.
"If what you're saying is true, shouldn't knowing someone and knowing what you're doing be the ultimate goal?" she asks after a moment.
"I think knowing someone could be beneficial, yes." I nod. "But usually people tend to make bad decisions based on what they believe to know about someone. The presumptions made by thinking you know someone really well could be detrimental to any relationship."
A hurt look crosses Bella's face before she turns her head away from me, pulling her hair over her shoulder to cover her face from my stare.
Shit, I think I just stepped on a Jacob toe there.
"I didn't mean to insinuate that's what happened with you and Jacob," I apologize softly.
"I know." Bella shrugs. "Don't worry about it."
We remain silent until we approach the turn off to Jasper's family's cabin.
"So." I awkwardly clear my throat. "You don't know your erogenous zones?"
"No," she finally answers, causing the weight on my chest to lighten some.
"What would you say to another game?" I ask carefully, trying to keep my voice light and friendly. I feel like shit for making her feel like shit, and fuck me if I don't want to do something – anything to make her feel better. I'm thinking about Bella here, but I'm also thinking about my case of blue balls.
"You and your games." Bella sighs, but I can hear the mirth in her voice and take that as a good sign to proceed.
"I'll tell you more about myself," I start slowly, noticing Bella's posture straighten slightly in interest.
She turns her head towards me, biting her bottom lip.
"What do you propose?" she asks suspiciously.
"Well, let's say, for each erogenous zone I find, you get to ask me one question," I explain as the plan forms in my head. "You can ask me anything."
"Anything?" Bella raises her eyebrows in surprise.
"Yes, anything." I nod and smile at her reassuringly, trying to convey the truth in my words. I will tell her anything. I might edit some of the information, but I won't outright lie to her. She'll never know the difference, anyway.
"What will your search entail?" She sounds skeptical again, and I have to think fast before I lose her.
"I'll keep it above your clothes. I won't do it at inappropriate times. I won't embarrass you in front of your family or friends," I quickly ramble off the terms of our new arrangement. "It starts now and ends on Sunday."
I wait anxiously for Bella to reply to my suggestion, practically dying from the anticipation.
"Fine." She nods after a moment. I expel the breath I've been holding and offer her a broad smile.
"We're here." I nod in the direction of the cabin as I pull the car to a stop. It's a beautiful three-story building, nestled deeply into the Washington woodlands.
"Finally." Bella sighs and moves to open her car door.
"Just a minute," I say, grabbing hold of Bella's wrist before she can trade the warmth of the car for the warmth of the house. "We should shake on it, don't you think?"
Bella turns back towards me and offers me a nod.
I move my fingers from her wrist and turn her hand in mine, giving it a firm shake.
Bella smiles and moves to pull her hand from mine, but I don't let her.
I give her a crooked grin, lowering my eyes to her hand, and ever so slowly raise her arm to my mouth.
I lift my gaze to hers and find Bella looking at me intently. I lift her arm even more and bring the back of her hand just below my nose before I flip her hand over in mine, exposing the pale skin on her wrist.
I ever so slowly run my nose up the veins of her wrist to where her sweater starts, just barely skimming the surface of her skin. She smells amazing, as expected. I close my eyes for a second and then lift my gaze to hers again, wanting to see the effects of my ministrations.
Bella is staring at the spot where my nose is slightly touching her arm, her bottom lip firmly wedged between her teeth.
I suppress a smirk by opening my mouth, just enough to breathe hot, moist air on the sensitive skin. Bella's breath hitches, and my heart skips a fucking beat at the sound.
I press my lips to her wrist gently, right at the crease where her arm stops and her hand begins, and flick my tongue against her fluttering pulse. I feel Bella squirm, almost pulling her arm from my grasp. I move my free hand to her elbow and grip it firmly, placing my thumb in the hollow. I press down with my thumb and start making small, tight circles in tandem with the movements of my tongue, keeping both motions soft yet insistent and resembling the movements one would make when giving a girl oral.
I raise my eyes to Bella's once again and find her face flushed and her chest heaving with shallow breaths. My girl is turned on, of that much I'm fucking sure.
I slow the strokes of my tongue and the circles of my thumb and then pick up the pace again causing a constant push and pull, soft and hard, fast and slow.
After getting Bella properly worked up, noticing her clench and unclench her thighs, I up my game by closing my teeth around the skin on her wrist and softly biting the delicate flesh.
"Shit," Bella gasps as I nibble, then lick, then nibble again.
I smile against her wrist, give the skin a soft kiss, and then pull away from her, placing her hand on her knee.
There.
Bella gapes at me slack jawed, her breathing still irregular, her cheeks tinged with pink, her eyelids heavy with want.
I give her a wink and a cocky smile before unfastening my seatbelt.
"Better think of your first question, sugar," I purr before opening my door and exiting the car.
That was easier than taking candy from a fucking baby.
xoxo
"Fuck, finally!" Emmett announces as I walk into the front door of the cabin, my duffle bag and Bella's suitcase in tow. Bella had gone inside ahead of me as I grabbed our bags. I assumed she needed a moment to herself after my rather skilled display in the car.
"Hey man." I laugh as I place our luggage in the foyer and shake Emmett's hand.
"I'm starving dude," Emmett growls and slaps my back enthusiastically.
"You guys really should have gone ahead and eaten without us." I hear Bella's voice from somewhere in the house. My eyes scan over the interior of the first floor. The cabin is warm and toasty, a fire crackling in the background. The furnishings are plush and welcoming. In general, the place is fucking awesome.
"The others are in the living room." Emmett nudges me along. "You should see this fucking place, man."
"Yeah," I agree absentmindedly, following Emmett through the foyer into an open plan living and dining room. The sweet smell of wood is everywhere. Fuck, wood is everywhere, covering almost every surface in its burgundy splendor. The furniture is mostly white and practically shines with a golden hue in the light of the fire.
"Hey, everyone." I wave as I enter the living room where everyone is gathered around.
"Hey, man." Jasper walks up to me and gives my shoulder a slap. "You guys find the place okay?"
"Yeah, no problem at all." I nod and shake his hand. "Great place you've got here."
"It's my parents'." Jasper shrugs. "But thanks anyway."
I make my way through the group and greet everyone before Alice announces that dinner is served.
The food is delicious, and I'm starving, so I eat two helpings. Voices are speaking animatedly through the scrape of cutlery on plates and the opening of beer and wine bottles. All in all, we're having a really fucking great time, and I have to admit, I'm getting slightly tipsy from the free flow of alcohol and boisterous conversation.
"I'm stuffed," Emmett groans once everything has been consumed – mostly by him.
"You ate a whole chicken, corn bread, and potatoes, and I think I saw you take some of the pumpkin too," Charlie points out dryly, causing everyone to snicker.
"It was a really small chicken," Emmett defends, earning a snort from Rosalie.
"That chicken was almost as big as a turkey, dude," Jasper points out with a laugh.
"Looked small from where I was sitting." Emmett shrugs and winks at Rose, who simply rolls her eyes.
"Leave Emmett alone," Renee scolds playfully. "He's a growing boy." She winks at him as we all burst into fits of laughter.
"Thanks, Momma Swan." Emmett nods in agreement, giving us all a victorious grin.
"Let's move this into the living room," Alice offers. Everyone grunts in approval and slowly makes their way towards the inviting softness of the couch pillows.
I fall down on one of the couches, throwing my head back. The week has really taken its toll on me, I realize, as I fight to keep my eyes open.
I feel the couch dip beside me and crack one eye open to see who it is. Bella.
Without thinking twice, I throw my arm around her shoulders and pull her body flush against mine. Having her soft body pressed against mine, her head resting in the crook of my neck, is just what I need to finally relax and allow the stress of the week to seep from my bones. I'm a man after all, and Bella is a woman, and soft is soft and warm is warm. I won't be making any excuses for my behavior.
People are talking in hushed tones as the fire crackles away in the fireplace, and the alcohol burns in our veins.
I run my hand lazily through Bella's hair, gently rubbing the back of her neck with my thumb as I do so. I feel more than hear her sigh into me, and tighten my hold on her. I open an eyes slightly and watch the couples surrounding us, everyone comfortably tucked against their partner. My eyes catch Rosalie's questioning stare. I divert my eyes to Bella's parents and then back to her in explanation of my proximity to Bella. Rosalie's expression doesn't give away whether she believes me or not, but I'm too fucking comfortable and too fucking lazy to give a shit.
I close my eyes again and allow the heat of Bella's body to warm me up even more.
I feel Bella tilt her head towards mine. I allow my lids to open minutely, and stare down my nose at her.
"Have you ever been in love?" Her question is soft and tentative.
At first, I'm taken aback by it, and then I realize – this is her first question, to match the first erogenous zone uncovered by yours truly.
I keep my expression neutral and my eyes fixed on hers.
"Depends," I whisper.
"On what?" Bella whispers back.
"On whether you mean if I've been in love with a woman, or whether I've been in love in general." Our voices are hushed and impossible to be heard by anyone else but us. The moment seems very intimate for some reason and makes me feel slightly uncomfortable, but I don't show it. Instead, I run my hand in slow circles on Bella's back, pressing her down against me.
"Both then," Bella's voice has taken on another quality. It's not only soft and just above a whisper anymore, oh no, it's now tinged with lust and deep with desire. It radiates from her skin and permeates my bones, causing my cock to take notice…again.
"I fall in love everyday," I admit, keeping our faces close, our noses almost touching. "I'm in love with music. I'm in love with writing. I'm in love with my piano. There are many things I'm in love with."
Bella shifts against me, bringing her breast almost flush against my chest, her right leg almost between my thighs. Her pupils are dilated. Her breathing is shallow. She's two seconds away from humping me. I wouldn't stop her. I don't think I could.
"And women?" she asks softly, dropping her eyes to my mouth as I lick my lips.
"I was once," I admit. I don't mind telling Bella this. I was in love with a girl once before. Fuck, who hasn't been? Lauren and I dated for almost two years in high school. We broke up when we went to different colleges. The break-up was amicable, and even though, at the time, I thought my heart would break, it didn't. Lauren got married last year. I was invited to the wedding, and I went. Why the fuck not? I ended up screwing one of her bridesmaids in the kitchen at the reception. It was a fun night.
"Was it Rose?" Bella asks the one question I didn't see coming.
"What?" My voice rises slightly, causing a lull in the conversation around us. I lift my gaze to the rest of the couples and find Jasper and Alice watching Bella and I studiously. I roll my eyes at them and focus my attention back on Bella. "No." I shake my head slightly. "Why would you think that?"
"Well." Bella shrugs slightly and drops her eyes to her hand that is lying on my chest. She fidgets with the material of my sweater for a moment before she raises her gaze back to mine. "It just seems like you know each other really well. I thought maybe you had a history."
"I've known Rose since college. We met and became instant friends. Emmett and Rose were already dating when I met her, and even if they weren't, she's not my type." Well, there you go. I couldn't state it more clearly than that. The thought of being intimate with Rose has my skin crawling. She's like a fucking sister to me.
"What is your type then?" Bella asks carefully, looking up at me through her lashes. Well, since recently Miss Swan, my type seems to be brown haired, brown eyed, pale skinned, bitchy beauties. I don't tell her this – rules are rules after all.
"Tsk tsk," I admonish Bella for her sneaky attempt. "Only one at a time, Bella."
She rolls her eyes at me, but then gives me a small smile before turning and dropping her head back in the crook of my neck.
"Besides." I lower my mouth until it rests over her ear and shift my hips to emphasize my point, rubbing my straining cock against her thigh that is still slightly draped over my leg. "I'd think the answer to that is rather obvious." May as well throw the girl a bone - pardon the pun.
I drop my head back to its former resting place against the back of the couch, close my eyes and smirk as Bella squirms against me before settling down again.
Well, this was certainly a nice progression, I think before I allow the blanket of darkness to cover me.
Sleep comes quickly – just like Bella will, once our new game reaches its pinnacle.
xoxo
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Next chapter will be in BPOV.
With love…
Your Mistress
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