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Chapter Twenty-Six
The Proof
The irony of a blowjob is that, even though you have a woman on her knees, she still has your balls in her hands.
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"Edward Cullen."
"Edward, it's Charlie."
"Hi, Mr. Swan. What can I do for you?"
"Edward, do you know how long I've been married to Mrs. Swan?"
"No, sir, I can't say I do."
"Thirty-two years, son. Thirty-two years."
"Oh, well, congratulations?"
"Do you know how we stay happily married, son?"
"Uh… through love, trust and communication?"
"No, son. Sports."
"Sports?"
"Yes, Edward. Sports on television."
"Oh-kay."
"I watch sports on TV, and the Mrs. buys shoes and whatnot. Everyone's happy. Get it?"
"I guess…"
"Does Bella own a TV, Edward?"
"No sir, she doesn't."
"Do you own a TV, Edward?"
"Yes, sir, I do."
"Exactly. Now here's what you're going to do…"
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To: Bella Swan
From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Your legs look great in that skirt
So…I had an interesting conversation with your father today. You wanna know what we talked about?
Baffled – Edward
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To: Edward Cullen
From: Bella Swan
Subject:RE:My legs look great in this skirt… Not fucking great?
Let me guess… Sports?
Bella
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To: Bella Swan
From: Edward Cullen
Subject:RE:No, they'd look fucking great wrapped around my neck
How did you know?
Stumped – Edward
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To: Edward Cullen
From: Bella Swan
Subject: RE: You're disgusting
It's the only reason Charlie would ever be motivated to make contact with the outside world. What did he want?
Bella
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To: Bella Swan
From: Edward Cullen
Subject: RE: That's not what you said last night
In short, your dad's coming over to my place tonight, and apparently, I'm cooking meat. You get to spend an evening with your mother doing "whatever women do when they're alone"–that's a direct quote.
Meat lover – Edward
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To: Edward Cullen
From: Bella Swan
Subject: RE: I believe I said, 'move over, my leg fell asleep'
Poor Edward. I can only imagine how opposed you must be to spending a night watching sports, drinking beer and consuming a small cow. Do you think you'll survive it?
Bella
PS: Are you okay with it? I don't want you to feel like you have to do this, baby.
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To: Bella Swan
From: Edward Cullen
Subject: RE: You're the one that jammed your leg between my thighs
I'm not sure. I'm a very refined diner. Guess I'll just have to bear it. Sigh…
Conflicted – Edward
PS: I don't mind at all, sugar. As long as you join us once you're done.
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To: Edward Cullen
From: Bella Swan
Subject: RE: I can't control where my legs want to go, and they do seem to love it between your thighs
I'm sure my dad will appreciate it. Will it only be the two of you?
Bella
PS: My mother and I will join you around nine. Thank you, Edward.
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To: Bella Swan
From: Edward Cullen
Subject: RE: My thighs seem to love your legs too. I have a theory that my neck will love them even more
I'll invite Emmett and Jasper too.
Culinary – Cullen
PS: Any time, baby.
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To: Edward Cullen
From: Bella Swan
Subject: RE: Your incorrigible – but I am curious to test your theory
Does that mean I have to invite Rose?
Bella
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To: Bella Swan
From: Edward Cullen
Subject: RE: Well, your legs know where to find my neck. Feel free to test whenever you want to.
Rose will most likely decline the offer anyway. She's into sports. I think she'll come with Emmett to my place instead.
Unassuming – Edward
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To: Edward Cullen
From: Bella Swan
Subject: RE:
I'll invite her just in case. She already hates me, so I don't want to add fuel to the fire.
Bella
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To: Bella Swan
From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Re: Don't think I didn't notice that you failed to respond
Careful, sugar. You might give the impression that you actually care what she thinks.
Curious – Edward
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To: Edward Cullen
From: Bella Swan
Subject: Re: …
What made you think that I don't?
Bella
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"Hey, man, the game's just about to start." I shake Jasper's hand and step to the side for him to enter.
"How fucking awesome is this?" Jasper declares giddily. "I almost shit myself when Alice told me what's going down tonight."
"Yeah, dude," I laugh, closing the door behind him. Poor, married bastard.
"Yo, Jazz," Emmett calls from the living room. "Put away that pussy juice. Tonight we're hitting the hard liquor."
"This coming from the guy who asked if I have lemon slices to go with his Captain and Coke," I point out with a laugh.
"That shit just makes it taste better, Ed. You'd know that if you stepped away from the beer for a moment," Emmett defends vehemently.
"Cheers," Charlie announces dryly as he walks past me, clinking his Heineken against mine, before resuming his seat in front of the TV. I haven't seen him this laid back since the night at the pub. Good times.
"Nah, man. This is for Alice when the ladies join us later." Jasper lifts the offensive bottle of wine hanging from his one hand. "My poison is in here." He indicates to the cooler in his other hand as if it's a shrine of some sort.
I take the cooler from him to place the contents in the fridge.
"Do you want to start out with a beer?" I ask and receive a nod from Jasper.
Once we take our seats, Rosalie finally reemerges from the bathroom, dressed in jeans and a Mariners t-shirt.
I can see Jasper visibly straighten beside me, startled to find someone of the female variety in our midst.
"Relax." I jab him with my elbow. "She's like one of the guys when it comes to sports."
Jasper nods and then gives Rosalie a quick wave.
"Hey, Jasper," she greets pleasantly before settling beside Emmett. "Mariners or Indians?" she asks before taking a proper pull from her glass.
"Mariners," Jasper declares proudly.
"Good boy." She smiles, belches and then turns her attention back to the TV just as the National Anthem starts.
"Good one, babe." Emmett pats her back proudly.
"Did she just burp?" Jasper whispers, sounding a little shell shocked.
"Yeah," I laugh. "Told you she's cool."
"Fucking A," he mumbles in awe.
I guess anyone who doesn't know Rose would be surprised that she's into sports. She doesn't exactly give off that vibe in her designer clothes and shoes. But that girl can curse, heckle and challenge referee calls with the best of them. It's part of the reason we became such quick friends back in college.
My mind wanders to what Bella might be doing right now. Probably gossiping and sipping girlie cocktails with her mother and Alice. I like my girls to be girls. Don't get me wrong, I love woman that enjoy the things I enjoy, but I'm attracted to the opposite sex for a reason: because they're opposite from men. Besides, Bella and I have other interests in common. Like literature. And sex. Scratch that–great fucking sex.
I feel my lips twitch in a secret smirk.
She thinks I'm wonderful.
"Ed," Emmett interrupts my rather feminine trail of thought obnoxiously. "Show me where you put those lemons."
I nod, push up from my seat and lead the way to my kitchen.
"So," he murmurs conspiratorially as I pull the container with cut lemons from the fridge and place them in front of him on the counter. "You and Bella?"
Ah, fuck.
"Me and Bella." I nod, giving him a knowing look. He's digging for the low down in what he believes to be a stealthy move. I've got his number.
"Are you two an item now, or what?"
"Or what," I reply dryly. There's not a chance in hell I'm spilling to this oaf. He'll want to know shit like how many times we've done it, in how many positions and in how many different locations. I'm a guy, and fuck it if I'm not going to tell my best friend how good the sex is, but given the current situation, I don't want to spill yet. I don't even know what Bella and I are to each other. We're way beyond a one night stand. We're not fuck buddies. We're in some kind of strange fucking limbo–pun intended. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but it doesn't make for confident boasting.
"Aw, don't you even dare try to hold out on me. I can see you're getting some." Emmett laughs cockily and blocks my view of the television on purpose.
"And how can you see that?" I feign boredom. It fucking shows?
"You have that post-coital glow about you."
"I'm not a fucking chick, Em." I frown disapprovingly. It really fucking shows?
"Dude, we're all pussies when it comes to pussy," he gloats knowingly.
"You're a fucking idiot." I shake my head in disdain. I can't believe it fucking shows
"And you're fucking. Full stop." He pokes a finger at my chest and waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
I roll my eyes at him and push his humongous hand away before sidestepping him to make my way back to the game.
"I ain't saying shit," I call over my shoulder, satisfied that I've been able to dodge his inquisition.
"You don't have to, Eddie." His laughs tauntingly. "It shows."
It fucking shows.
"It does, you know?" Rosalie mumbles as she walks up to me, causing me to stop dead in my tracks.
"You guys aren't going to let this go, are you?" I ask with an exasperated sigh, ensuring that I keep my voice low enough so Charlie doesn't hear.
"You bet," Rose replies, giving me a snarky glance before walking away.
Fucking post-coital glowing shit.
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"That was one of the best things I've eaten in months." Charlie sighs, falling back against the back of the couch, rubbing his belly.
Yeah, I grill a mean steak.
"Hear, hear," Emmett agrees boisterously, shoving another potato into his mouth.
"Do you need help clearing this up, Edward?" Rosalie asks, momentarily revealing her more feminine side, and indicates to the dirty dishes. I'm not fooled, however. I know this is just a way for her to get me alone so she can learn more about my nocturnal habits.
"That's okay. Thanks, Rose. I'll just pop them in the dishwasher later," I cleverly deflect, feeling rather smug for outplaying her.
"Let me help you with that, then." Guess not.
She smiles sweetly, completely aware of my motives, and stands up from her seat to gather the empty plates from the rest of the guys, who, by the way, didn't offer to help. Lazy fuckers, all of them.
I return her smile with something that closely resembles a grimace and follow behind her.
Rosalie starts rinsing the plates before handing them to me to load the dishwasher. We work efficiently and quietly for a couple of minutes, making me doubt my earlier estimation that she was going to rip me a new one. That is until she turns to me slightly, cocks an eyebrow and then–waits.
I don't bite. I'm not giving her anything unless she makes me.
"Don't even try to play coy, Edward. Emmett isn't usually the first one to catch on, but even he knows something's up." She sighs in irritation.
"What do you want me to say, Rose?" I'm getting irritated too. I mean fuck it, what the hell does what happens between Bella and me have to do with any of them?
"Tell me you know what you're doing," she growls through clenched teeth, mindful of the volume of her voice. "Tell me that for the last two years you've been going on and on about your bitch of a boss, you weren't just venting some ridiculous, pent-up, sexual frustration. Tell me we don't have to worry. Tell me you're being careful, Edward." By the time she's done, her cheeks are flushed, and I know her well enough to know she's properly pissed.
I'm slightly taken aback by her aggressiveness for a second, and then, I feel like shit. She's right. I've been talking their ears off for years about how much I despise Miss Swan, and they've been patient and supportive through it all. Fuck, Emmett even helped me come up with the logistics of my stupid fucking plan. I do owe them some form of an explanation, I guess.
"I know what I'm doing, Rose." I sigh softly, placing my hand on her shoulder in reassurance. I don't know shit, but she doesn't have to know that right now. "Things have changed."
"How?" Her expression softens before she gives my hand a squeeze, and then turns her attention back to the dishes. "Is she no longer a bitch?"
"No, she's still a bitch." I chuckle as I take the plate she offers and place it in the dishwasher, relieved that our conversation has taken a turn for the best.
"Is she nicer to you at work?" Next plate.
"Not noticeably."
"Kinder?" I take a rinsed glass from her hand.
"Define 'kinder'."
"Is the sex good, at least?" She bumps my hip with hers playfully.
"Boring as shit," I deadpan.
"Liar."
"Drama queen."
We smirk at each other before I speak again. "Stop worrying about me, okay."
"Only if you stop giving me reason to worry," she counters with a huff.
"Guess we're both fucked then," I laugh, pushing a few buttons to start the dishwasher's cycle.
"You more than me, buddy." She giggles, giving me a knowing look.
"Yeah, I guess it shows."
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"I'll get it," Jasper announces as a knock sounds from the front door.
I'm currently leaning against the kitchen counter debating the Mariners current season with Charlie.
My eyes shift over his shoulder to where Jasper is opening the door, and in comes three giggling, stumbling ladies.
I assume my look of amused surprise causes Charlie to stop his chatter and turn to follow my gaze.
Alice skips over to Jasper, practically falling into his arms with a giggle.
Renee is doing her best to look less intoxicated, but her skittish eyes and faltering steps are a dead give-away.
Bella on the other hand seems to be fully embracing her alcohol buzz. She smiling broadly, swaying her handbag jovially, her hair looking only slightly disheveled.
Her eyes meet mine, and I bite back the laughter fighting to escape my lips as her face brightens and her smile grows twice its size. My girl is completely wasted.
She strides towards me purposefully, and I can't stop my wandering eyes from taking in her appearance. Her hair is hanging in soft curls over her left shoulder. Black, off the shoulder dress that clings in all the right places and heels that should come with an R-rating.
Drunk or not, Bella Swan can still strut it.
I bring my beer to my lips, to quench the sudden dryness in my mouth, studiously ogling her over the brim.
She smirks.
I raise an eyebrow in challenge.
It's fucking on.
"Hi there," she announces in what I can only assume was an attempt to come across flirty, but it kind of comes off as a long, growling slur.
I lower my beer slowly, suppressing the need to guffaw, and give her a deliberate once over, just to play with her a little, then place the bottle behind me on the counter.
"Hi," I murmur, keeping my hands from reaching out to her by pushing them into the pockets of my jeans. I'm desperate to see what she'll do next.
"Miss me?" She leans forward, swaying slightly, but recovers before I need to reach out and steady her.
"Mhh," I reply uncommitted and lick my lips for effect.
Her eyes stray to my mouth, and as expected, she licks her lips too. The movement is slow and sloppy and almost enough to cause me to give in, but I hold steady. Don't judge me. It's not everyday I get to see Bella Swan like this, and fuck me if I'm not going to milk it for all it's worth.
"You look good," she blurts out, bringing a hand to her mouth in an attempt to silence her loud declaration.
My eyes move over her shoulder to find the rest of our party paired off. The drunken ladies, apart from Rose of course, are talking wildly with arms flailing around then as their respective husbands nod along indulgently.
I move my gaze back to Bella and tilt my head to the side slightly, allowing my eyes to roam over her delicious curves once again.
"You too," I deliver smoothly before giving her a teasing wink.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asks with a pout, and that's almost the last straw to break the horses back. Almost.
"Do you want to kiss me?" I retort, smiling slightly at her unusual brazenness.
"Yeah," she sighs dreamily, trying to keep her unsteady eyes focused on mine.
"I'm right here." I chuckle, 'cause I just can't help it.
Her eyes narrow in on my mouth again, and it's taking everything inside of me not to just reach out and pull her flush against me. She takes two surprisingly steady steps towards me, and places her hands firmly on my waist, fisting my t-shirt roughly.
I watch her intently, unwilling to hide my hunger for her any longer, as my chest rises and falls steadily. She notices, because 'apparently' it fucking shows, and smirks again.
I smirk right back at her.
Pushing up on her toes, she brings her lips almost level to mine.
"I missed you," she whispers against my mouth, causing my breath to hitch just slightly. I never thought I'd hear her say something like that.
Then again, she does think I'm wonderful.
I keep my hands in my pockets, because I can't trust where they'll roam, and there is a room full of people around us, after all. I bend my head down slightly, just enough to touch my nose to her cheek.
"Prove it," I whisper, before running my nose along hers.
And then she closes the gap and presses her splendid lips fully to mine. I breathe in deeply through my nose as she slants her head to the side and takes my top lip between hers.
My hands clench in my pants as I reciprocate by sucking away on her bottom lip.
After a few short moments, she pulls back from our chaste kiss, and I open my eyes. Her lids are heavy as she stares up at me through thick lashes.
She's waiting for me, and I know what she wants to hear. I want to say it to her, but I'm scared shitless of admitting it out loud.
She's not budging as the moment of staring turns into eons of heated gazes, heavy breaths and shared fears. I'm hardly aware of the other people in the room when I finally open my mouth.
"I missed you too," I admit quietly, watching the rosiness of her cheeks as it intensifies beneath my gaze.
"Prove it." She throws my earlier words back at me.
I hear a throat clearing behind her, and I know that our moment is lost. I have a right mind to send everyone home so we can finish what we started, but then again, a breather from this ridiculous intensity could be a good thing right now.
I grace her with my secret weapon–my lopsided grin, and pull my hands from my pockets.
"Later," I promise before sliding my hand over her hip, giving her ass a soft squeeze and settling it on the small of her back.
I lift my gaze from hers only to find a room full of curious stares focused on us. Nosy fuckers.
"So, you ladies had a few drinks, I gather." I attempt to break the mounting tension, and pull Bella into my side. She slips her arm around my waist and leans her head heavily against my shoulder.
"Only a few." Alice waves me off, the movement causing her to sway clumsily into Jasper. He pulls her against his chest and laughs into her hair before kissing her temple.
"Looks like it was some kind of party," Emmett teases good naturedly from the couch.
"It was all her fault." Bella raises her arm and points to Renee.
Renee's eyes stretch in feigned innocence before she shrugs the accusations off. "We just wanted to have some fun of our own."
"Seems like it," Charlie comments in a low rumble, causing Renee to drop her eyes guiltily, but not before smiling slyly in Bella's direction.
I feel Bella shaking with laughter against me and tighten my hold on her.
"Naughty girl," I whisper into her hairline as I rub her hip with my hand.
"Only for you," she declares into my neck and scratches her nails over the skin between my shirt and the waist of my jeans.
I want to reply with something very inappropriate for current company, but I'm interrupted by Emmett's booming voice.
"Let's not let our current buzz go to waste then." He jumps up from his seat, causing Rose to topple to the side with a yelp. "I suggest a game of Kings."
Alice and Jasper cheer in agreement, muffling out my loud groan. This is turning out to be a really long night.
"Is that a drinking game?" Renee asks quietly from beside Charlie.
"It is indeed, Momma Swan." Emmett smiles broadly.
"Oh, well I–" she looks at Charlie hopefully, giving him a sweet little smile. I know that look. The man is done for.
"Just one game," Charlie warns sternly, but the softening of his resolve is unmistakable. He obviously adores his wife. Who can blame him–she's a sweetheart.
Unfortunately for Charlie, he didn't learn much from busting the drunken teenagers in Forks. Kings is not a quick game. It's long and tedious and will make you shitfaced in no time at all.
After what feels like hours later, we're finally down to the last couple of cards. To say that our quiet gathering has changed into a rambunctious orgy would be the understatement of the century.
People are scattered all around the coffee table–some sitting on the floor, others cowering away against couch cushions.
Bella and I are sitting criss cross apple sauce on the floor–well, I am, while Bella is sitting mostly on my lap. I've come to realize that I really like her there. Besides, she's hardly in any shape to sit upright on her own.
"Four is for whores," Jasper slurs as he picks his card from the pile.
"I can't drink anymore," Bella whines into my neck, practically crawling into me.
I chuckle softly and kiss the top of her head.
"When you take the shot," I whisper against her ear, "don't swallow."
She lifts her head from my shoulder and stares at me questioningly.
"Keep it in your mouth, and then kiss me." She still doesn't get it. "I'll teach you how to swallow." I can't help myself for dropping that line, referring to our afternoon delight in the men's bathroom yesterday.
Realization dawns, and she gives me a goofish grin, winking conspiratorially, although she's having a hard time pulling it off without looking like a startled kitten. Drunken Bella is definitely very fucking cute.
Bella leans forward and takes her shot of Patron along with the rest of the girls and turns her head back to mine, her expression resembling the one she gave me yesterday between my legs.
I fight back my laughter, knowing that this will never work if I'm giggling like a girl once she releases the contents of her mouth into mine.
She pulls her hair over her face to hide our intentions, and then gently presses her lips to mine. I open my mouth widely over hers and give her lips a soft lick as indication that I'm ready.
She opens her lips minutely, and then the alcohol is released into my awaiting mouth. I realize that this might be disgusting to some, but if she can allow me to fill her mouth with other things, taking a shot of tequila from her is hardly fair game at all. I suck the last of the alcohol off Bella's tongue, mindful of the way my hands seem to clench and unclench on her thigh and hip. I stealthily push my groin against her hip as she deepens the kiss, sweetening the burn of the tequila as it slips down my throat with a moan. I run my tongue inside her mouth lazily. I'm nothing if not thorough.
"You two really need to get a room." Believe it or not, that line was delivered by none other than Renee. I hear the others laugh and giggle in surprise, before I pull away with a grin. Placing a playful kiss on Bella's lips, we come up for air with chuckles of our own.
"If you guys will leave already, we might actually do that." No, I didn't say that either.
My eyes grow wide in shock at Bella's response.
She shrugs and turns to give her mother a wide grin. I'm so spiking Bella's morning coffees from now on.
"No amounts of alcohol can make you unlearn things," Charlie shakes his head with a grimace, but it seems like he's only half disturbed by his daughter's unabashed comment. No one is immune to the effects of copious amounts of Patron–not even Chief Swan.
"You're next, Bells," Alice chimes in excitedly. Although Alice has consumed just as much as the rest of us, she still seems to be riding out her buzz. I have to give the girl props for handling her alcohol so well. Well, better than Jasper at least, who's barely hanging on by a thread.
Bella groans as she picks up the last of the cards. It's a queen. She has to sing.
"Oh, come on," she moans, falling back against me with a huff.
"Yay!" Alice claps her hands together like a little circus monkey. "What are you going to sing?"
"The only song I really know is one Mom always sang to me as a child." Bella shrugs, entwining her fingers with mine.
"Sing that." I nudge her. I actually feel sorry for her. I had to sing a few rounds ago, and trust me, my performance of AC/DC's ' ThunderStruck was hardly stellar.
"You still remember that, honey?" Renee asks softly, her eyes brimming with tears. I'll never get mothers.
"I remember," she answers almost shyly, but I can't see her face to be sure. Before I can jostle her to get started so all the others can go home already, a sound emanates from the woman sitting on top of me.
If I could sing you the sunshine
I'd sing it for you all the time
If I could sing you a smile
I'd sing you one as big as mine
When I think of you…
Holy honeysuckle. My gritty boss has a voice like a fucking angel.
If I could sing you a rainbow
I'd sing one everywhere that you go
So that you would always know
The precious gift you are
When I think of you…
Is it wrong to be turned on by a lullaby? Fuck, I hope not, or I'm going straight to hell.
If I could sing you pure love
I'd sing it till you have more than enough
If I could sing you sweet happiness
I'd sing you even more than I have
When I think of you…
When I think of you…
You could hear a pin drop in the room. I'm relieved to see that I'm not the only one that's speechless.
"That's it," Emmett startles all of us as he jumps up from the couch and grabs Rosalie's hand, pulling her up beside him. "We're going home to make a baby." And with that rather inappropriate announcement, he marches her to the door. "See you suckers later."
We all stare gapingly behind them as he flings the door open, pushes Rose through it, and closes it with a resounding bang.
"Well, that's more than I needed to know." Jasper laughs awkwardly and makes a move to stand.
"We're not making a baby tonight, Jazz," Alice reprimands him as she stands too.
He smiles sheepishly, before stumbling a few steps to the side. Yeah, marriage is bliss.
What feels like only seconds later, we've called Alice, Jasper, Charlie and Renee cabs and seen them off at the door. Charlie was actually the one to suggest that Bella and I stay at my place, claiming he had his fill of bleeding ears for one day.
I stumble into my bedroom, pulling my clothes and shoes off clumsily as I go, and fall down face first on top of the covers.
"I'm just going to take a shower," Bella calls from somewhere in the living room.
I mumble something back, allowing the plush softness of my pillow to pull me into slumber.
I open my eyes slowly, only to find a freshly showered Bella, dressed in a tank top and boy-shorts, shuffling inside the room.
"I fell asleep," I grumble groggily, trying to push myself up, but failing miserably. I finally give up and remain lying face down, too tired to even consider getting under the covers.
"You must be exhausted," she correctly estimates from somewhere behind me.
I feel the bed dip on either side of me, and then feel the soft pressure of her ass as she straddles my waist.
"That feels good," I sigh heavily as Bella rubs her hands up and down my back. She makes slow turns over my shoulders, and then pushes down against my spine until she reaches the waistband of my briefs.
"Thank you for doing this," she whispers, before placing soft kisses on my shoulder blades.
"No problem," I moan wantonly as I feel my cock stir under her ministrations.
She pushes her fingers over my waist and moves them towards my ribcage, kneading the flesh gently. I twitch when she reaches a particularly ticklish spot.
"Are you ticklish?" I can hear the childish wonder in her voice and stifle a groan.
"Very," I admit reluctantly.
Why is it that once someone knows you're ticklish, they just can't resist the urge to test the theory? Bella is no different. Her fingers playfully return to their previous position.
"Careful," I warn, only half playing with her. I'm really fucking ticklish. I will not be held responsible for my actions if she decides to quench her curiosity.
Her fingers flex against my waist. My body reflexively jolts. I hear a squeal and then a loud thump.
Bewildered, and slightly amused, I turn my head to find Bella lying on her back, beside the bed.
My expression mirrors her surprise, and then I almost fold double with laughter.
Bella pouts, then frowns and finally settles for sheepish annoyance. I'm practically wiping tears from my eyes as her face morphs into its various expressions.
"I'm sorry, baby," I finally plead through bouts of laugher. Lowering my arms and torso to the ground, I pull myself from the bed in a crawling motion.
She manages a small smile, but I can see her ego is slightly hurt. You can't tell me anything about ego. I am a guy after all. If a human's body consists of seventy percent water, then a man's ego is an ostentatious island floating in it.
"I'm sorry," I whisper playfully, kissing her shoulder as I finally manage to pull my full length from the bed to settle between Bella's thighs. "I did warn you." I remind her as I raise my head to glance down at her.
"I think I broke my ass," she mumbles sourly, but I notice the corners of her mouth twitching reluctantly.
"Want me to kiss it better?" I offer with a wide grin.
"I'd rather you didn't," she quips, but finally offers me a small smile.
I lower my head to hers and kiss her lips soundly in an attempt to apologize.
"Want me to carry you back to bed?" My mouth travels to her neck, nipping and licking my way to her collarbones.
"I'm quite comfortable down here, thank you," she jokes as a soft sigh escapes her lips.
I settle myself fully against her and gently rub our hips together.
"Aw, don't be like that." My teeth find her earlobe.
"I can't believe you threw me off you like that." She giggles softly as my nose tickles the hollow of her neck.
"Told you I'm a stallion." I suck my way up to her chin, putting a bit more thrust behind my hips.
"More like a raging bull," she comments, finally rolling her hips back into mine.
"I can show you something else that's raging," I groan against her mouth before dipping my tongue between her parted lips and then pulling out just as quick. "Lay your hands on me, baby," I plead softly, desperate to feel more of her.
"I'm slightly afraid of you right now," she gasps as I push my one hand beneath her shirt and cover her breast, her arms still lying limply beside her on the floor.
"Then break me in," I moan as her nipple pebbles beneath my touch.
"I can't," she whimpers, thrusting upwards on each of my strokes. I'm completely hard and wanting by now.
"I disagree." I lower my other hand to her knee and hike her leg over my waist. "Fuck, that's good." If Bella Swan can sing, then by Allah, I can moan with the best of them.
"No, I mean I can't," she reiterates. "Aunt Flow paid me a visit this morning."
"Ah fuck, Bella. Not another family member, please." How many of them will I have to meet? Seriously?
She drops her leg back to the floor and laughs rather unladylike. I still my movements and raise my head to stare at her sulkily.
"I mean, I'm having my period, Edward," she says between gasping breaths as she attempts to calm herself.
"You're kidding?" I'm fucking stumped.
"No." She frowns, her expression still masked with amusement. "What?" she asks after a second, a cute little frown pulling her eyebrows together. "Just because I'm your boss and dubbed the 'Ice Queen', you think I don't have all the other parts women have to make babies?"
I frown down at her, contemplating her question. Did I really think that? Huh.
"This sucks," I groan, rolling off her in disappointment.
"Don't be such a baby." She laughs before shifting to her side and throwing a leg over my waist.
"Oh, now you wanna touch?" I complain sourly.
"I didn't mean to imply that we can't do stuff," she whispers in a sultry voice. I can tell she's still inebriated, but the shower cleared up most of her clumsiness.
"What? Like dry hump?" I'm still a little peeved, but my dick seems to be paying acute attention to her suggestion.
"If I recall correctly, you're rather good at it." She smirks and then pulls herself on top of me fully, straddling my waist and placing her hands flat on my chest. "It would be nice to be fully conscious this time around."
"You were fully conscious the first time," I retort with a sly grin, feeling my mood lift.
"Maybe." She shrugs and then rolls her hips into mine slowly. Well, if my mood hasn't lifted completely, the direct opposite is applicable to my cock.
I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut as my hands find possession on her hips, helping her along.
"It doesn't hurt?" I ask as my eyes open slightly.
"It feels really–" her hips roll forward. "Really–" she pulls back and repeats. "Good." The word comes out as a low moan, encouraging my hips to push up more aggressively.
I shift slightly below her, trying to get my cock to hit the right spot for her, but in this position, with our clothes between us, it's hard to be exact.
"Spread your legs a bit more," I instruct lowly, pulling at her knees. Bella complies eagerly, staring down at me as if I have the answer to all the questions milling in her pretty little head.
I smirk at her and push her down until she's almost straddling my thighs, and then push my briefs over my hips, exposing myself to her.
"Up," I command breathily. She moves back to her previous position and my breath catches in my throat when she raises her hand to her mouth, licks her palm and then wraps it around me. "Fuckkkk."
She pumps me a few times, causing my balls to clench deliciously, and then drops her hand back to my chest to steady the rotation of her thrusts.
I grunt and groan like a bitch in heat, trying desperately to make her feel even an inch of what I'm feeling right now.
My hands slide down her hips, to her thighs. I bring them to the front of her boy-shorts, dipping my thumbs beneath the fabric between her legs.
She pulls back slightly, staring at my roaming hands nervously.
My thumbs dip all the way into her shorts until they're grazing her lips.
"I won't touch," I whisper, urging her with my eyes to trust me.
She nods, and I take that as my cue to proceed. I delicately pull at her lips until she's completely spread beneath her clothes.
She grasps what I'm trying to do and lowers back down onto my length, thrusting forward experimentally.
I guess it worked based on the sounds coming from Bella's mouth.
I thrust against her, setting the length and pace so we're mostly grinding, and then pull my hands from her pants to resume their position on her hips.
"Yeah, just like that," I sigh once Bella gets her rhythm, squeezing the head of my cock beneath her heat.
Bella's breaths become raspy, matching mine, as she grinds her clit against me with determination.
"Kiss me, Bella," I moan as waves of ecstasy ripples through my loins.
She leans forward, pushing her hands into my hair and thrusts her tongue into my mouth without pause.
The new position has the angle between our legs aligned perfectly. My hands push into the back of her shorts to grab and squeeze her ass greedily, as our tongues lick and suck.
"Can you come like this?" I ask once she pulls back to catch her breath.
She nods, pushing herself upright and throwing her head back. "You should know I can."
I smirk, then push myself up, wrap my arms around her hips, and grind into her with all I've got.
My lips find her neck, and I lick her right where I know she likes it.
"One of these days I'm going to spell the alphabet again," I murmur beneath her ear. "Only this time, I'll be spelling it out between yourlegs."
"Shit, baby," she moans softly.
"Have I proved it yet?" I grunt as our movements become choppy and aggressive.
"Proved what?" she whimpers as I beat against her.
"How much I missed you," I whisper, clenching my jaw as my orgasm slowly ascends from the pit of my stomach.
"Yes," Bella shouts, throwing her head back as her orgasm hits her. That just about does it for me. It hits me like a fucking freight train, and for a brief moment before I spill myself, I marvel at the fact that I'm able to orgasm this hard from a mere dry hump.
I shiver and gasp, clinging to Bella like a life raft as pleasure, carnal and intense, washes over me in waves.
"Fuck, you're going to ruin me," I whimper desperately as we spasm and convulse against each other, trying to hang on to the last remnants of our release.
Hours later, once Bella and I cleaned up and got into bed, I'm still awake, staring up at the ceiling as Bella sleeps tucked against me, her leg once again sandwiched between my thighs.
"I think you're wonderful, too," I whisper into the darkness, knowing that she can't hear me. Knowing that once I've said it out loud, nothing will be the same for me again.
Because it shows…and I don't care.
xoxo
So…? What did you think?
If you're becoming a bit impatient because the big 'I love you's' haven't happened yet – trust me please. One of the most important things to me when I started this fic was to create a realistic progression. People do not declare their undying love after two weeks…well…not where I come from at least. ; )
Updates will be coming in shorter intervals. I would love to finish this fic before Christmas because I have a plot bunny begging to be written and I want to get to it already! : )
Until next time darlings.
With love…
Your Mistress
Sing you a Rainbow – Bryant Oden