Rating: M
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns all things Twilight - I just like to get weird with her characters.
A/N…Much love and thanks to my beta LovinRob for all of her encouragement and hard work on this story! Without her OCD and her cock/pussy thesaurus, this fic would be a hot mess of past and present tense and the word erection used repeatedly…
Many thanks to AmandaC3 for creating the marvelous banner for this story and the Togaward bonus banner. I wouldn't believe it was possible – but she made Rob hotter by wrapping him in pink bed sheets…
Let's find out what's on our favorite dirty boy's mind…
Chapter 20 – Home
EPOV
In honor of the fact that finals are over and we are free to do as we damn well please until summer session begins, Bella and I are doing a little celebrating. And by celebrating, I mean that my beautiful girl has my cock in her tiny, little hand stroking it roughly.
"Fuck!" I grunt as I place my arms behind my head and enjoy the hand-job that will surely end in a happy ending for me.
I close my eyes enjoying the feel of her hand as she jerks and rolls her thumb over the head. Goddamn she knows just what I need. She catches me off guard though when she bends down and takes my head into her mouth, sucking the knob hard and flicking the tip of her tongue over my slit. I swear I just about fuckin' spear her face with my cock as I jump slightly. My Bella doesn't miss a beat though, working that cock over. I love her aggressive approach. The only thing hotter than Bella giving it up is Bella getting hers.
Upping the ante, she climbs on top of my face and continues to suck my dick like a boss, albeit from a new angle. In all of our months together, we have yet to sixty-nine. I imagine this is a first for her since her ex, the fuckin' choir boy, probably fucked her through a hole in a sheet or something, so oral definitely wasn't on the menu.
I lap at that pussy like its food for the starving, pulling her further down on my face. My girl moans a little when the scruff on my chin roughly rubs against her clit. She probably doesn't even realize that she is rocking back and forth to hit that spot again. I have other plans for her though as I point and pierce her tight little opening with my tongue.
Meanwhile, south of the border… Bella is taking my dick as deep as her throat will allow. Sucking and slurping sloppily as she grips the base of my cock and jerks it with short swift strokes. After several minutes she decides that play time is over because she's ready to go.
I whimper at the loss as I watch her crawl forward and turn her body to face me, lining her pretty little kitty up for a ride on the Kraken. I love her name for me. It's especially accurate for the monster today because he wants to tear her up. Bella isn't fucking around either as she sinks down my length until her thighs are resting flush against my pelvic bone. She throws her head back and lets out a loud moan with her full lips making a beautiful 'O'.
Motherfucking heaven ladies and gentlemen. I swear on all that is holy that her little patch of pink heaven was created just for me. I internally fist pump as I look down between us, because I don't even see a single centimeter of my dick. She lowers her head with her eyes still closed as she chews that lip again. She begins rolling her hips, grinding on my base, enjoying my cock inside her.
I grip her thighs to encourage that shit, but ultimately I just end up raising and lowering her up and down my shaft. This is my favorite part. I love watching my girl getting all worked up as she reaches up and grabs her hair before bringing them down to gather her tits in her hands. I have to clench my jaw to hold back some of the depraved shit I want to say to her. But it's my Bella, so I dial it back a bit and go with something a little more generic.
"Agghh, fuck yeah!" I rasp before I beg. "Touch yourself for me, baby doll."
Bella gives me a sexy smile as she begins to tweak and pull at her pretty little nipples and arches her back in offering.
"Like this, Edward?" She asks, her voice is sweet and sugary and goes straight to my cock.
I nod appreciatively enjoying the view immensely.
"Or do you want me to do this?" She questions as one of her hands trail down to pinch and rub her sensitive little nub.
This girl is going to be the death of me. I nod my head profusely because if I talk right now she is going to realize the crazy levels of depravity that my mind goes to when it comes to her. Watching intently as she rides me, her eyes snap to mine and they glimmer with a wicked gleam. She puts her hands on either side of my head and lowers herself until her mouth is at my ear.
"Can we try something new, baby? She asks in a whisper.
She doesn't wait for me to answer, she just pulls off the bed and walks over to the tall arm of the chaise, standing and leaning over it with her perfect ass in the air and that wicked smile looking back at me through her reflection in the mirror.
I must look like a goddamn cartoon character because I jump out of that bed so fast and am behind her and plunging into her a split second later. I am going to town on her pussy, just pounding the shit out of it, so imagine my surprise when Bella starts making some demands.
"FUCK! Harder, Edward!" She yells before elaborating slowly. "Ugh. Harder!"
That's a funny thing about my Bella. When she is like this – she has no idea how loud she is. My roommates call her Yell-a. They know better than to ever say that shit to her face, my baby doll would be fuckin' mortified if people knew how she likes to get down sometimes.
I run my hand up her back and wrap her hair around my fist. I think she expects me to bring her up so she can arch her back. 'Sorry sweetheart' I think to myself as I nudge her head forward to rest on the chair so she is just about folded in half and continue to slam into her.
Her moans and pants and whimpers are spurring me on. I can tell her pussy is about thirty seconds from locking down on my cock, wrapping tightly around me. I shorten my strokes, fast and shallow.
I see Bella gripping the cushion with her eyes scrunched tight, biting that lip to hold back her screams. I swear I start speaking in tongues as she clamps down around me. I can feel myself shoot and soak us both in the process as I cover her body with mine panting.
After a while my dick falls out of her and more than likely counts the seconds until he can get back in her. My baby doll is exhausted so we head back to the bed to take a nap before Emmett's Tequila Thursday party starts tonight.
I hop into bed first and open my arms so she can rest her head on my chest. This girl. She's a perfect fit as she snuggles into my side. Soothing me as she traces her finger up and down my ribs, I can't help but bury my face in her hair. My girl conks out instantly, snoring softly. It's nice to see her face soften when she sleeps given all the craziness and stress going on around her. I fucking love this girl. I smile thinking about a conversation I had with my dad when we went golfing last week.
Dad is sitting in the cart, smoking a cigar and drinking. I love golfing with my old man. He has a few then starts waxing intellectual on love and life and finding 'the one'. If I had a quarter for every time I heard 'You know, your mother and I…' But really I grew up believing that no couple in the whole wide world was better suited for each other than my mom and dad. And then I found Bella. I turn towards dad as he starts talking.
"Son, it's like this" he starts before inhaling his cigar deeply and blowing smoke circles. "When you find the one, you'll know it immediately. If you're lucky, she'll be funnier than you 'cause that shit makes a difference in good times and bad, lemme tell ya'. If you're real lucky, she'll be smarter than you too so you will always have a challenge, especially if she's a ball buster."
He smiles at that last comment and takes another drag. He exhales deeply and points to me with his cigar. "And if you are really, really lucky, she will love you back just as much, if not more."
Teeing up my shot, I think about what he said. There is no way my Bella could ever love me as much as I love her. It would crush her under its weight.
"Now son, step up and drive the ball like you've got a pair. I want to win the Father's Day tourney this year. If I have to hear Aro bragging about him and his prick kid winning it again, I will punch him in his throat."
I try not to laugh as Bella stirs a little and lets out a cute little snort. He's right though. Nothing compares to this. To her. I kiss her forehead gently as I watch her sleep and hope she starts talking again. She says the most interesting things when she sleeps. Last night she told me that my 'feet smell like fritos'. She may be right. I chuckle softly at that thought and then snuggle closer to her.
We sleep for about an hour before Bella's phone starts ringing incessantly. It won't stop so I am guessing that it is my mom calling for another play-date with my girlfriend. Bella finally grabs it yawning her greeting. She snaps to it real quick, jumping up and getting dressed all the while assuring the caller that she'll be right there before ending the call.
"What's wrong?" I ask sitting up, alarmed.
She is focusing on slipping on her shoes as she says the name that we've avoided for the past week and a half. Senior.
I offer to drive her to the hospital, but she declines saying that she's not sure when she will be back so I offer her my keys which she accepts gratefully. My girl is trying so hard to keep herself together. I go to hold her and she lets me for a moment before she brushes me off giving me a small peck on the cheek. I walk her to the car and watch as she drives away. Her little chin is jutting out and her lips are all scrunched up. I call it her Tough Nuts face. Probably won't mention that nickname to her either.
I go to head back to bed and catch up on some sleep. Shit's probably going to get crazy tonight since it is one of the last parties of the year. Emmett's in the kitchen putting the keg on ice, telling Ty and Felix that he is gonna put the song 'Tequila' on loop so everyone will shout it in unison all night. He truly is the best kind of idiot.
~~IYR~~
Several hours later, my phone starts blaring. I made sure to put it across the room so I'd get my lazy ass up to answer. Sure enough it's a hospital number and my baby doll sounds heartbroken.
"I need to go to Forks tonight." She says despondently.
"We'll go." I correct, hoping that I am not overstepping my bounds here.
"Really?" She asks, somewhat surprised which puzzles me.
"Yeah. I will pack and jump in the shower. I'll be ready when you get here."
"Thanks Edward." She whispers gratefully.
I rush up the stairs to find Tanya and Rose so I can let them know what's going on. The party is in full swing and just as Emmett hoped, all of the drunken partygoers are screaming "Tequila" in time with the song. Jake, Tyler, Tanya and Jasper are playing a heated game of beer pong. Alice is wearing a sombrero that is wider than she is tall. Emmett is pouring tortilla chips in the brim of said sombrero and instructing her to make the rounds for the guests while Rose giggles incessantly with her new gal pals Irina and Chelsea.
Rose and Alice are clearly shitfaced, so I pull Tanya aside and let her know what's going down and to fill the girls in as I need to go shower and pack for the trip to Forks. She gives me a drunken hug and tells me how good I am for her girl. I turn around and there's Heidi looking smug, expectant and really strung out. I don't even acknowledge her presence as I head back down to my room. I lock the door just in case she gets any ideas.
I pack quickly and hit the bathroom to shower and shave. Meeting Bella's dad is a big fuckin' deal. Emmett and Ty met him and they say he's cool. But they forget that he carries a gun, and although I am madly in love with his daughter, the chief probably won't like that I know her in the biblical sense… a lot. Probably not the best idea to think about this while shaving.
After a few minutes in the shower, I hear a knock on my bedroom door. Bella must be a fuckin' wreck. I rinse off real quick so I can answer the door. I wrap a towel around my waist and rush out of the bathroom dripping water everywhere.
"Baby are you o-?" I start but I am stopped dead in my tracks as Heidi leans in holding the door frame.
She is sniffing and trying to get her balance as she starts to approach.
"What do you want?" I ask, unable to mask the annoyance in my voice.
"Aww, Eddie. Don't be like that." She giggles and starts to try to finger my chest. "Don't you miss me, sugar?"
"No, I don't." I answer quickly, coldly and honestly as I push her hand away.
"But aren't we friends?" She asks in a baby voice with a pout.
"Not really, now get the fuck out." I tell her as I shut the door in her face.
She pushes back on the door and the sex kitten act is over and here comes the cokehead.
"Can't talk to your friends anymore, Eddie? Did the little bookworm bitch forbid it?"
I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. I will never understand what I saw in this broad. She is a crazy, hot mess. And the fact that she just called my Bella a bitch makes me want to toss her out on the curb like the trash she is. She's got me in a bad position here. Me, in a towel, with her advancing. Not a good look for me.
"I am serious, Heidi. Get out!" I shout, making sure to keep my voice indifferent to hide the growing panic that she is going to try to fuck things up for me with Bella.
She smiles at me, daring me to do something.
"Get the fuck out!" I say as I forcibly remove her hands from the door and nudge her into the hallway. She latches onto my hands and starts up the psycho talk again.
"So aggressive. I miss that, Eddie." She coos. "I know you miss me too, baby."
"Trust me, he doesn't." Says a voice from the top of the stairs.
There stands my Bella taking in the scene before her. My eyes go wide and I open my mouth to explain that this isn't what it looks like except Heidi beats me to the punch.
"Well hey there bookworm." She greets her with a condescending smirk as she leans back against the laundry room door as if I have her pinned there.
"Bella, this isn't what it looks like. She…" I start only to be cut off by Heidi.
"Yes it is." She says with a scary as fuck smile on her face. "This is exactly what it looks like."
I can't read Bella's face other than the fact that it's angry and calculating and oddly hot as hell. I hear a slight commotion and realize that Bella is now flanked by a very drunk sombrero rocking Alice.
Bella crosses her arms across her chest. She hasn't looked at me once; her eyes are on Heidi who is fucking daring her to make a move with that smug mug of hers.
"Bella, I swear. Nothing happened, she tried to come in while I was in the ..." This time it is Bella who silences me with a hand, and addresses the cokehead in the room.
"You have to the count of five to get the fuck out, before I personally drag you out by the hair. One." Bella says, cold as ice.
You can cut the tension in the air with a knife. We are about thirty seconds from a full on girl fight. And here I am, wearing a towel, staring at my fuckhot, angry girlfriend, and maybe… getting a chubby.
'Please don't get a boner, please don't get a boner' I begin to chant in my head. After ten seconds of pleading and sporting a semi, I realize I am going to have to take drastic measures. I pinch the bridge of my nose and think of hard-on killers. Shaving Emmett's back. Popping the whitehead on the back of Jake's neck. Tyler's dick slang dance. There we go, semi crisis averted.
Heidi is still unmoving, goading my girl to put her money where her mouth is. She tilts her head and smiles widely.
"Two."
"You aren't going to do shit, bookworm!" She challenges walking halfway up the stairs.
"Three."
Suddenly Tanya and Rose are behind a wobbly Alice. Heidi knows now that she is severely outnumbered in both bodies and pure crazy. She turns to me one last time.
"I'll see you soon, sugar."
"Four."
She reaches Bella at the top of the stairs and stares her down for a moment before pushing past the girls to head out the back door.
"Thanks, dolls." Bella says quietly over her shoulder as she makes her way down to my room.
I shut the door behind us and wrap my arms around her hugging her so fucking tightly.
"You have to believe me, Bella. Nothing happened! I swear, she…" She cuts me off with two fingers to my lips.
"Stop! I know. You wouldn't. Won't. You would never do that to me." She says softly, clearing her throat before continuing. "To us."
I need to gently remove my tampon because at that moment I instantly turn into a chick. My fuckin' heart is swelling with mad love for this girl. I have to beat down some of the sissy shit that I want to say to her. Just to be sure that I have not grown a vagina in the past 5 minutes, I reach down to check that I still have a cock and balls. I am glad to find that they are still there, just hanging - short, shriveled and to the left.
I still feel the need to explain, but I get a real good look at how sad my baby doll is and I know that getting her to Forks needs to be my first priority. So I kiss her forehead and tell her a quiet 'thank you'.
~~IYR~~
Bella sleeps through the entire drive to Forks. We make pretty good time and arrive just before midnight. I drive down the main drag and wonder how someone as amazing as my girl could ever come from some place so simple.
I recognize some of the landmarks that she has mentioned. I drive by the diner that her dad eats at every single day. Bella alleges that the diner serves the very best blueberry cobbler in the Pacific-Northwest. We'll see about that.
I also drive by the police station. I laugh as I remember Bella telling me that her dad is not a fan of her dating. Apparently he lives to scare the shit out of anyone who has ever taken a romantic interest in her. I remember Bella's story about the Chief taking her ex into the interrogation room and then driving him around town in the back of his squad car - priceless. According to Bella, to this day Newton is terrified of her dad. I am glad for the preparation, I like to know what to expect.
"Baby, wake up. We're here!" I say, nudging her lightly as we pull up to her house.
I gather up the luggage as she stretches and we head up to the house. My girl is staggering slightly out of pure exhaustion. She practically falls through the front door. The Chief is up out of his recliner and is hugging Bella and a hot second later eyeballing me over her head. I swear I see his mustache twitch as he sizes me up. This isn't going to be fun at all. Bella releases him and I take this as my cue extending my hand to him.
"Hello." I pause, trying to find a voice manly enough to impress this guy. "I'm Edward Cullen."
He gives me a firm handshake as he eyes me shiftily. Bella launches into what she is doing tomorrow as she and Jessica have a plan in place. For the first time since our arrival, the Chief smiles. Unfortunately, it ain't one of those warm and fuzzy smiles, no; I am talking like a scary serial killer smile.
"Great! Edwin and I can get to know each other." He says before looking at me "Do you like to fish, Edwin?
"Edward, Dad! His name is Edward!" Bella snaps and warns him with a brow.
He rolls his eyes and starts again. "Ya' wanna go fishing, Edward?"
"Sure. What time do you want to head out?" I ask hoping I sound eager and not like a kiss ass.
"Four AM sharp." He says, pointing to the couch. "You'll sleep there. Bathroom is over there. And under no circumstances are you to be upstairs at any point during this visit."
"DAD!" Bella shouts smacking the front of her legs like she is chastising a dog.
"I understand, sir." I reply easily.
He gives me a nod and grunts as he begins walking up the stairs before turning to speak again.
"Four AM. Bells, you should turn in too."
Bella nods and smiles. "You got it Chief."
His pornstache twists trying to hold back a smile. "It's good to have you home, baby."
The moment is sweet until he looks at me again like Jack Byrnes from Meet the Parents. There is a 90% possibility that I will be hooked up to a lie detector test tomorrow, I am almost sure of it. Of course Bella chooses this moment to wrap her arms around my waist, effectively signing my death warrant. My gal is fragile tonight, so instead of pulling her further into me, I give her an awkward shoulder pat. It's like I am saying 'Nice catch, pal' or something equally non-sexual.
Her dad just grunts and stomps up the stairs. Dare I say I may have scored a point or two with that move?
~~IYR~~
Ever feel like you are being watched? I am still a bit groggy, but I feel eyes on me. I am slightly afraid to open them and find Bella beginning her 'Wednesday Wake-up Special'. God, I love Wednesdays. This would be really bad though. Last night after Bella went to bed, the Chief came back down to turn the light on in his ginormous gun cabinet. Yes, on. I am surprised he didn't call me over to look at them and tell me the amount of blood spatter and body matter removal each could cause. Sleep didn't come particularly easy.
I still can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me. Opening my eyes, I sit up and notice the Chief is in his recliner in full fishing gear and serial killer game face on.
"Good morning, sir." I say, my voice still a little groggy from sleep.
He grunts. I swear, I think Bella's dad is the inspiration for Billy Bob Thornton's character in Slingblade.
"We're leaving in ten minutes." He says as he gets up and heads out the door.
I hop into his vintage Ford pick-up which is pulling a mid-sized motorized fishing boat behind it. I remain quiet until he speaks first. We drive a good ways out of town and I start to wonder if I should activate the GPS on my phone so my mom and dad can locate my remains.
We finally pull up to a lake and get the boat in the water. Then he proceeds to park the truck in the parking spot furthest from the dock in a completely empty lot. I hop out and start to unload the gear.
The Chief gets out and pops a toothpick in his mouth and starts to stretch.
"Would you mind loading up the boat for me, Edwin?" He says as he stretches his arms over his head. "Bad back and all."
"Sure thing, Chief." I say like the pussy that I am.
I take the tackle box, the rods and the cooler and start the trek to the boat. I swear there are bricks in the cooler and tackle box. I am fuckin' sweating my ass off by the time I reach the boat. I notice the Chief is still there by the truck, so I head back to see what I missed.
I take a look in the truck bed and don't see any other fishing gear so I look up at him hopefully. "I think I have it all, you ready to go?"
"We need these too, Edwin." He says cryptically as he removes a tarp covering two cinder blocks and a large chain with a heavy duty pad lock.
I try not to react and swallow back the urge to scream like a little bitch for someone, anyone to help me. I look at him and he is smirking. He is smirking my Bella's smirk. I see that and my resolve returns as I pick up the blocks and the chain.
I hear him following me as the gravel kicks up under our feet. We get to the boat and he has me sit in the seat closest to the bow. The cinder blocks and chains sit in between us. I wait for him to fire up the motor, but instead he hands me two oars.
"Motor doesn't work." He mutters with a small shrug and that smug ass grin on his face as he crosses his arms.
I love Bella. I love Bella. I love Bella. I chant this over and over in my head as I row myself and fuckin' Dexter into the middle of this God-forsaken lake.
We are having a staring contest apparently. I hate to lose. Game on Chuck, game fucking on!
The Chief begins the interrogation asking about my schooling, grades, home life, family, any prior arrests, any outstanding warrants and the like. He stops and thanks me for answering honestly as he's already had a full blown background check run on me.
"What are your intentions with my daughter, Edwin?" He asks seriously.
"I love your daughter, sir." I say and the sincerity is obvious to even my ears.
He doesn't move, just stares, and the mustache stares at me too. I inhale deeply through my nose and gently place the oars down securely. I lean my forearms to my knees so he knows I am about to level with him.
"I love Bella, Chief. I fully intend to have it all with her if she will have me." I say, noticing he still looks unmoved.
"How can you be so sure, Edwin?" He asks skeptically, tilting his head.
I shrug because who could explain the crazy connection she and I have.
"She is everything to me, sir. She makes me happier than I ever thought possible." I say matter of factly.
"It's just… You seem like… A bit of a pussy, Edwin. Are you wearin' panties underneath those pants, boy?" He goads, daring me to lose my cool.
Oh no, Charles Swan. I don't have a pussy – I have a kraken, or so your daughter tells me. I snicker at my thought and stare out at the water.
"I get it Chief. There is probably no one on this earth who loves that girl more than you." I say before turning and looking him straight in the eyes. "Except for me. I will give her a good life, sir. I will support every dream she has. I will more than likely come to agree with every bat shit crazy thing she says. Make no mistake, sir, her happiness is everything to me."
He nods a little so I know I am on the right track. He needs to see a little backbone from me, so I go with the whole Tommy Boy approach saying something crazy like, 'I can get a good look at a t-bone by sticking my head up a cow's ass – but I'd rather take the butcher's word for it', just to show him I mean business.
"I know how much Bella loves you, sir. You are her pedestal person, and I completely respect that. If you feel it necessary to bust my balls so that I gain your acceptance – so be it. But, just consider this while you have your fun. Bella will be my wife one day and that alone guarantees you a father-in-law suite and a private nurse because she would never send you away to a nursing home. Now, that being said, keep in mind that the only thing guaranteeing your private nurse being a pretty young thing and not Kathy Bates from Misery will depend on your ability to just call me 'Edward'."
I give him a wink as if to say 'chew on that.'
He stares at me for a long time before he lets out a long, low whistle. "Goddamn, boy! You have balls the size of church bells!" He says with a laugh and reaches out to shake my hand. "I like that! Edward, call me Charlie!"
We shake hands with a newfound respect for each other. He then turns around and starts the motor to the boat, shrugging sheepishly when he sees the disbelieving look on my face.
"Let's go get some grub!" He says as he steers the boat back to shore.
"Don't you want to fish?" I ask, somewhat confused.
"Hell no, Sue is working this morning, gotta get a seat in her section. If there is one thing you need to know about Charlie Swan, it's this: Women want me, fish fear me."
~~ IYR ~~
The diner has about eight tables and all of them are in Sue's section.
"I gotta drain the lizard." Charlie says as he heads back to the restroom.
I hear the bells on the door ring as someone enters the diner. I look up and notice Mike and Jessica standing in the entryway, staring at me. She sits at the counter while he makes his way over to the table and extends his hand.
"I just wanted to say thank you for helping to get my dad in with Dr. Aro and Dr. Eleazar." He says, his voice sounds a bit hoarse.
"No problem. I –a, I'm sorry about your dad, man. Just, so sorry for your loss." I say awkwardly.
He nods and motions to the seat to ask if he can sit.
"Yeah, sure." I mutter, wondering why on earth he would ever want to sit across from me.
"Your help bought him a lot of time which we are grateful for. I am serious, I can't thank you enough."
I nod again, not wanting to slip the proverbial panties back on by having a moment with Bella's ex.
"I want to let you know about something that I saw the other day. That prick Alec, he was, I don't even know what to call it. It wasn't even hitting on her, it was more like harassing her. I walked in and it looked like he was trying to corner her. I told him to get the fuck out. Bella was a bit shook up, but tried to play it off. You know how she is – suffer in silence type and all."
As I listen intently to what he is telling me, my thoughts and emotions run the gamut. Pissed beyond belief that Bella didn't tell me about this incident. Gratitude toward her ex for looking out for her and then having the good sense to come tell me about it. Annoyance that he says the words 'you know how she is'. Murderous as I think of what I plan to do to Alec the next time I see him.
He is sitting there, waiting for my reaction. I wish I could decide on how to react.
"Thanks for looking out for my girl." I say as I reach out to shake his hand again. Yeah sure, I pissed on her leg a bit, but he should be grateful I don't punch him in the face for the shit he said to her on the quad that night. It's his lucky day in that respect, I guess.
And with that, he rises, gives a head nod to myself and the Chief and goes to sit at the counter with his girlfriend.
The Chief and I continue to hang out and bond throughout the day. He takes me to the barbershop, introduces me to all of the guys. The place reminds me of the barbershop my dad and I went to in Chicago. Lots of sports talk and ball busting.
That night, Bella makes us a fantastic dinner. We all sit around watching the Mariner's game, drinking Vitamin R. Life with Bella is good, and it just got a little better with her gun-toting, scary as fuck father and his mustache.
~~ IYR ~~
The funeral is a rather interesting and sad affair. It is clear that Senior was a good man and adored by his family and this community. I may or may not have had to clear my throat and look up at the ceiling to prevent tears from shedding during Mrs. Newton's eulogy. She speaks of love and living in the moment, saying what you mean, and never forgetting how precious each day with the one you love is. I can't help but love Bella more when she grips my hand a little tighter during parts of the eulogy that seem to speak to her.
Charlie's eyes are on our hands as well. He quirks his brow as a silent reminder of the promise I made to not fornicate with his little girl within his jurisdiction. I give him a small nod letting him know that I remember.
Perhaps the most interesting thing about this funeral is watching Bella with Mrs. Newton. Bella is typically kind to everyone, but Mrs. Newton is obviously someone Bella reveres. I can't help but hope that she and Mom will be as close one day. And neither can my mom for that matter.
After the burial, we attend a small gathering at the local VFW that goes well into the evening and from there we say our goodbyes to the Newton family and Charlie. Mike pulls Bella aside. I can hear him thanking her profusely for all she has done and how wonderful she is for helping Jessica and his mom with everything. He and I shake hands as he thanks me again.
"Don't forget to take care of that little problem." He reminds me before he releases my hand.
I can't say I like the guy, but I can tell that he is genuinely a friend to her. He and I won't forge an easy friendship, but for her, I'll make it work. Watching Bella say goodbye to the Chief is almost as heartbreaking as watching her bawl her face off while hugging Mrs. Newton. We will see him in a couple of weeks for Father's Day.
"Edward," Charlie says as he shakes my hand. "Take care of our girl, son."
"I will, Chief." I say sincerely.
The Chief called me 'son'. This is promising. It's a pretty cool thing to be called that by Charlie Swan – the man, the myth… the mustache. We aren't even five miles out of town and my Bella has her hand on my thigh and her lips at my ear.
"There is a meadow about a mile from here I'd like to show you." She says as she runs her hands dangerously close to the Kraken and her tongue is dancing over the shell of my ear.
Must. Maintain. Control.
"Can Charlie arrest us there?" I ask praying that this meadow is beyond his reach.
She backs away smiling and nods her head yes.
Damn.
"I just thought you'd like a little romp in the grass with your girlfriend, but if you like treating me like your kid sister so much, I guess I can live with that." She baits me smiling.
"Bella, Bella, Bella." I say as I grab her hand and pull it to my lips. "There will be nothing sisterly about the way I will touch you when I get you home."
I hear her breath hitch and notice her thighs rub together. We ride in comfortable silence for a while, just listening to the iPod. I can feel her eyes on me as I drive.
"What's on your mind, baby doll?"
She fidgets slightly. "I had a weird thing happen at the hospital the other day."
I nod. "Alec?"
I can feel her eyes roll. "Mike already told you?"
"Yes. All he said was that he had you cornered and he told him to leave." I reply looking to her to corroborate the story.
"Pretty much." She says as she brings her knees to her chest.
"Pretty much?" I give her a reprimanding look.
"Same old shit, Edward. It's like he is trying to get a rise out of me, it's weird. And don't worry, Mike went ballistic enough for the both of you so I doubt he will be messing with me anytime soon."
I'm curious about Mike's level of bat shit, but I can tell she wants me to drop it. She's probably right, hearing about her ex defending her honor kind of makes me crazy.
"My old babysitter, Emily used to live in that house right there." She says, clearly wanting a subject change as she sits up in her seat pointing out the window.
"The one who adopted the little boy?" I ask for clarification.
She looks at me slowly and nods as I recognize my error. I never told her about the day I decided that I wanted her for my own. The day she unknowingly stole my heart with her smile and excitement for a little orphaned boy. The kickass cupcakes helped too.
"The day I knew that you were the one I wanted. It was her little boy's Gotcha Day." I say quietly.
She nods and clearly wants me to continue so I clear my throat and begin my confession.
"I just got back from my parent's house. I was still in a funk from everything that went down over Christmas break. I heard all the guys laughing upstairs so I went to see what was going on and then I heard your voice. It took me a minute to place it since we've never really hung out much." I tell her as I glance her way, "But I've always thought you were just a fuckin' knock-out. So like the stalker I am, I sat at the top of the stairs and watched you."
I watch her just to make sure my stalker tendencies aren't upsetting her and she has a little smirk on her face which is good. I'm glad she doesn't think I'm a nutjob. She turns to me and gives me a little head nod, encouraging me to continue.
"Anyway, you were bouncing around the kitchen, baking up a storm and talking all about this little boy your friend adopted that day. You were baking for his Gotcha Day celebration that his new parents were throwing for him that night. I've met very few people who do a "Gotcha Day" as big as you and my mom. You two are on a whole 'nother level." I say with a laugh.
Bella smiles and looks down. I think she is remembering that day too.
"You have to understand, as an adopted kid, that day is just amazing and wonderful and a little bit scary as hell not to mention overwhelming. Normally, I'd say that you would just have to know how desperately Esme and Carlisle wanted me to understand where I am coming from. But it's like you knew. You got it. You knew that this day was going to change all of their lives. And the fact that you wanted to make it perfect for them, for some kid you never met just made you fuckin' perfect to me."
For me – I add in my head. I have to check my mirrors and clear my throat so I don't start crying like a bitch just thinking about my mom and dad and all they went through before they adopted me.
"And then to hear you shooting the shit with my friends... I had no idea at the time how fuckin' funny and smart you are. I mean, even Felix was talking. You know that Felix has only ever talked to me one time in the two years I've known him and that time was when we first started dating. It was to tell me that I'd better be good to you."
She nods at this as she knows all about Felix. Felix is Tyler's best friend since just about birth. He is massive; I mean 6'8" and about 300 lbs of pure fuckin' muscle. He plays football with Em and Ty, but he didn't get his scholarship for football. He's got a brilliant mind, some kind of Good Will Hunting shit on the science tip. The only thing is that he has a paralyzing stutter. He only speaks when absolutely necessary, or if he is comfortable with the person or the group. He's just a real good guy.
"Either way, most normal guys would be like I want a girl 'like' her. But not me." I say shaking my head. "For some reason I got it in my head that it was you and you alone that I needed. The kicker for me though came when you set aside a plate of cupcakes for me with a little note after Tyler told you I wasn't feeling well or something. Covering for my broody ass as usual."
She laughs a little at that. I look at her seriously for a moment.
"Do you remember what you wrote on the note, Bella?" I ask and she immediately shakes her head no.
I stare straight ahead at the road. "I still have it hanging on my bulletin board in my room. I'm surprised you haven't seen it. You wrote 'Especially for Edward – Happy Gotcha Day'. I don't know. I guess I looked at it like it was some kind of sign, you know."
She's quiet for a bit, but I can feel her staring a hole into the side of my face. She leans over and places a long sweet kiss on my cheek and holds my hand just a bit tighter. And so begins the longest hour of my existence because I cannot wait to get my girl home.
~~ IYR ~~
About five minutes from my house, Bella begins her approach. Running her fingers through my hair, rubbing her hands over my thigh, kissing my neck. This girl drives me crazy. We pull up to a full house and I remember receiving a text from Em that we are having some kind of after hour soirée.
I barely have the key out of the ignition and we are full on running through the muddy backyard to the door. She's fast, but I catch up and throw her over my shoulder and hustle down the stairs as she giggles and smacks my ass.
The once blaring music from upstairs becomes muffled as I slam the door behind us. I make sure to lock it before I put Bella on her feet and back her up to the door.
I kiss the shit out of my girl for the first time in days. I think I hear my baby doll growl a bit as she pulls my head down to deepen the kiss. I smile as she hungrily sucks on my lips and tongue before forcing her own in my mouth.
My hands are all over her body, reacquainting themselves with her curves and softness. I get my hands under that shirt and start running my fingers over her tits, plucking and working them over like only I know how. Bella moans as I pinch and pull on her nipples and responds in kind by shoving her hand down my pants and gripping my cock.
We taunt and tease each other, trying to work the other up further and further. She breaks first pulling her shirt off then reaching for my fly. I put my arms above her and hold myself against the wall, watching as she roughly tries to slip the clothing from my body. She brings my boxer briefs down to my ankles along with my pants. And while she's down there, she runs her tongue up my shaft and sucks hard on my tip. I grab the back of her neck gently and guide that pretty little mouth of hers back up to my lips.
I kiss her hard for a few moments before I slink down her body to pull her pants off, much the same as she did mine. She spreads her legs once they are free of her pants and underwear, begging me to touch her where she wants me the most. On my way up I run my fingertips up her legs and thighs. One hand continues up to her ribs, the other hand buries two fingers into her tight little pussy. I hear my Bella gasp a bit before she starts rolling those hips and grinding down on my fingers until they hit the spot. She looks sexy as fuck with her eyes closed and biting' that lower lip. I swipe my tongue over it until she releases it and suck that pretty little thing into my mouth.
I am knuckle deep in her pussy and I can feel Bella starting to shiver and tremble a bit as I put my mouth around her nipple.
"Fuck!" She yells as she accidentally slams her head back into the wall in ecstasy.
I can feel her reaching around, wanting to work my cock in her hand, but I have other plans for my baby doll as I remove my fingers from inside of her and grab the backs of her thighs to hold her up against the wall.
It's time for my Bella to get a new first I think to myself as I pick her up and line my cock up with her entrance. I slam into her against the wall and my girl goes crazy. I can feel her nails digging into my scalp. I stay still for a minute inside of her, I don't know, basking in her warmth or some shit like that.
My throbbing forearms remind me that I need to get to thrusting, so I do. I damn near pull out before I thrust back into her and set a hard and fast pace. We try to kiss, but that's just not working so we are basically just grunting and groaning into each other's mouths.
Yell-a is in the house tonight.
I am a pussy because my arms are killing me, so I carry her over to the bed a little bummed that the wall banging portion of our evening is over. But I still have a ton of fucking to do so I get to it putting her knees on my shoulders and pinning her arms above her head.
I drive into her like a goddamn mad man as my girl pants and screams obscenities beneath me.
"Yes! Fuck! Yes, Edward!" She yells tilting her pelvis up to take more of what I am giving her. "Fuck me! Ugh!"
I close my eyes and just listen to the sounds she's making and the craziness she is spewing. My Bella wants to get dirty tonight, so I lean forward and speak directly in her ear.
"You wanna get fucked, baby doll?" I say, trying to drop my voice a bit. This usually works on her, I am pretty sure it is one of my signature moves.
I can hear her breathing pick up a bit and she nods and starts blurting out gibberish, but I think I hear a few 'yes pleases'. Blame it on the fact that I am a sick fuck and I love it when I can get her to say dirty things out loud so I continue to whisper in her ear.
"You want this cock, Bella?" I say smiling because she is nodding her head profusely and her breathing continues to falter. "Say it! Tell me exactly what you want me to do with this cock!"
I smile as I look down at her, watching as my words make her baser desires kick in. I am a bit surprised to see her expression is calculating and just a wee bit smug. She catches me off guard when she grabs the back of my hair and pulls my ear down to her lips and sucks my earlobe into her mouth.
"You want me to be your dirty girl, Edward? Hmm?" She asks condescendingly. "You like hearing dirty words out of your good little girl's mouth?"
Completely taken aback, all I can do is nod.
Bella smacks her hand on my ass and pulls me in deeper and holds me there. I can feel her tightening her pussy around me and I swear my head is going to fucking explode. Both of them. Bella is firmly in control now; though I am not sure I ever had control to begin with.
"Fine, Edward. I'll be your dirty girl." She says in the sexiest fucking baby soft voice I've ever heard. "I want you to take your cock…"
She pauses and sucks on my earlobe some more. Her breathing gets a little labored and I am not sure if her confidence is faltering or if what she is going to say is going to blow my fucking mind and quite possibly, my load.
"Mmm… I want you to take your cock and fuck my pussy like you own it!"
WHO THE FUCK IS UNDERNEATH ME? I ask myself, although I am a bit surprised that my inner monologue sounded a bit like Chris Rock there.
Bella's seductive smile teases me, but I know she is proud of herself. Fine sweetheart! You wanna get fucked by the Mayor of Crazytown. Well here he is and he has a key to your city.
I rear back and grab the corner of the mattress and the top of the headboard and fuckin' slam into her.
Every crazy thing I've ever wanted to say comes out like word vomit. I don't even know what the fuck I am saying. I am pretty sure I throw out a few 'take that cock's', maybe a 'gimme that pussy' here and there. I know for certain I call that pussy 'mine' repeatedly. Hell, I think I even yell at her to tell me that it is mine. I'm a sick possessive fuck like that.
I am sweating and talking like a pig all over this girl and I'll be goddamned if she isn't fucking loving it. She is moaning and screaming loudly with her legs wrapped around my waist. My fuckin' thighs are burning and trembling and I can feel her tightening around me. After one last thrust I collapse on top of her as my orgasm takes me. My forehead against hers, each of us with our eyes closed savoring that shit.
I roll off my Bella and pull her to my side. And all is right with the world, until it's not.
We hear a huge crash upstairs and a collective gasp and a bunch of screaming. The music that was once blaring above us is silent and all we hear are the shuffling of feet and raised voices. It's the sound of a shit storm brewing upstairs.
A/N: Couldn't resist the cliffie – sorry dolls… Back to BPOV next week when the shit hits the fan…
Special shout out to Robsessed 1123 for the picspiration behind the lemons this week!
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