Morning, Cuties!

Here we go again! Thank you so much for the incredible response this story has received. It warms my heart so much to see you all enjoying this crazy family!

This chapter is unbeta'd. Thank you to Jill for prereading.

Chapter Three

The first night's dinner at the Swans was perhaps the most casual meal Edward had ever had in that house. Renée was still wearing her pearls, but Edward suspected that was just who she was at this point.

They all tucked in around the Swan table to a nice meal of lasagna and a robust side salad.

Once everyone had been served, and the first bites had been savored, conversation broke out.

"So," Charlie said, drawing the attention of everyone at the table. "What are the plans this summer?"

Mostly, he asked so he could start gauging how much quiet time he'd get.

"I'm still working," Bella said, glancing at Edward. "I'm trying to find a contract for both of us, but for now I have a few solo gigs." Bella placed her hand on Edward's thigh, squeezing gently. He wrapped his arm around the back of her chair, softly squeezing her shoulder in return.

"And whilst I hunt for work I'll be helping my parents plan a new venture," Edward said, turning to Esme and Carlisle.

They both smiled at him.

"We'll likely be spending quite some time meditating, listening to the universe as it guides us down this next path," Carlisle said, glancing at his wife.

She nodded in agreement.

Edward looked up to see both Charlie and Renée looking unsure of what to make of such a statement.

"Well," Renée said slowly. "We'll also need to work on planning your wedding," she said, glancing at Bella and Edward.

"I suppose," Bella said with a slight frown. Edward quietly smirked, turning his head from Renée's view. If it were up to them, Bella and Edward would get married in the simplest way possible, surrounded by loved ones with very little fanfare.

Likely, in Renée's mind, she was planning another wedding on par with Kate's.

"Esme, Carlisle, can I get you more salad?" Bella asked, cutting off her mother before Renée could get another word out. Renée looked down the table, frowning when she saw the Cullens were only eating salad.

"You don't like lasagna?" she asked, unable to stop herself from feeling offended.

"Oh no, dear, it's not that," Esme said gently. "Carlisle and I are gluten-free vegans. We eat whole from the earth as often as possible."

There was a beat of silence.

"What the hell?" Charlie asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"Esme and I have been growing most of our own food for years," Carlisle provided. "We like to eat whole foods, well sourced."

Renée and Charlie glanced at each other, still not sure what the hell the Cullens were going on about.

Bella turned to Renée. "Mom, didn't you used to keep a garden?"

Renée turned her attention to her daughter, her face still blank from her confusion. "Huh? Oh, well, yes but I kept flowers," Renée said, her tone firming as she spoke. The scowl forming on her face told her daughter that Renée did not care for the implied similarity between her and the Cullens.

"Oh, there are so many delicious flowers out there," Esme hummed. "Which ones did you keep?"

Charlie's eyes widened, and Bella knew it was because her parents had never once in their lives even thought about eating a flower.

The meal was quickly devolving, and in true Edward fashion, he cleared his throat and graciously changed the subject.

"Charlie, Bella tells me that you have a big fishing trip planned this summer."

Charlie turned his gaze to Edward, and for the briefest moments, Edward felt guilty about using Charlie's name so casually, even though he'd been given leave to do so more than a year ago.

"Yeah," Charlie said after a moment, cutting a bite of lasagna with the edge of his fork. "It's an annual boy's trip. We've been doing it since we were kids," he said before shoving the food into his mouth.

"What a lovely tradition," Esme commented.

Charlie chewed slowly, nodding to her. When it was clear he wasn't going to say more on it, Esme turned to Renée.

"Do you do some sort of annual trip as well?"

Renée looked like a deer in headlights.

"M-me?" she asked, lightly choking on her breath. She reached for her glass of wine and shook her head. "No. My tradition is a little peace and quiet when he leaves."

The joke fell flat, and the thin smile on Renée's face as she told it quickly fell off. She took a large gulp of her wine.

"Well," Esme said, a slight frown on her face. "I suppose it can be nice to have the house to yourself," she agreed slowly.

Bella wanted to smack her head against the table. This dinner was a disaster, and they were only on night one. How much worse would it get as the summer went on?

"Mom, do you have any vodka?" Bella asked, moving to stand.

"Vodka?" Renée asked, her eyes widening.

"Love," Edward said, reaching for her.

She huffed, but settled back in her chair, reaching for the bottle of wine. She tipped the remaining liquid into her glass and took a large gulp.

It was going to be a long summer.

…

"This is never going to work," Bella groaned. Edward watched her across the room as she flopped onto the bottom bunk.

"It was a bit miserable," he agreed. Dinner hadn't gotten better, and it was only the excuse of jet lag that had allowed it to end sooner than what would normally be considered polite.

"Tell me again why I agreed to this insane plan?" Bella asked, her eyes fixed on the underside of the bunk bed above her.

Edward removed his shirt and crossed the room, bending over her until her eyes met his.

"I know it's hard, Love," he said softly. "But we don't have many options. Not if we want to keep helping my parents."

Bella's face cleared. She'd do anything for the Cullens, even live with her uptight parents.

She reached up, her hands landing on Edward's chest.

"I love you," she said softly.

He smiled, and let her small hands tug him down. He positioned himself over her on the bed, his hips landing in the cradle of her thighs. "I know," he said softly. "You'd never agree to this plan if you didn't."

Bella snorted, and Edward was so relieved to see the smile on her face, he bent to kiss her. She tasted like wine and garlic, not entirely a bad combination since he was sure he tasted of it himself.

Bella's hips opened wider, and he felt one of her legs hook over his. He pulled back from the kiss, meeting her gaze.

"Bella," he said, his voice lightly warning.

"Please," she whined. "Come on, it's been an awful day and I miss you."

Her hands moved around his back, holding him fast against her. He was immediately at war with himself. The last time they had sex at her parent's house, things had been a disaster. He doubted they'd go better this time.

But, on the other hand, they were going to be here all summer. Did he really think they'd be able to go the whole summer without being intimate?

Bella's nails lightly raked over his back, and he felt a pleasant shiver slide down his spine.

The truth was, he missed her too. Sex had always been an important part of their relationship. It had been how they'd met and had continued to help them through bonding. He loved talking to his beautiful, crazy fiancé, but during sex, Edward knew her in ways beyond words. He could read her body, see into her wild mind. She bared her soul when they were together, and Edward cherished that honor given to him.

"Please," he begged, his voice going hoarse. "If you love me, you will do what you can to stay quiet. We can't give your father another reason to hate me," he said urgently.

Bella snorted but then nodded.

"Scout's honor," she said, her hands slipping down his body to play with the band of his trousers.

Edward couldn't resist her any longer.

He leaned down, kissing her hard. Bella matched his hunger as her hands slipped inside his pants, grabbing at his ass.

Edward could still recall in vivid detail, the first night they ever slept together. Bella had been a wildcat of hunger and passion, and to her surprise, Edward had matched her exactly. Outside of bed, Edward had always been calm and patient, verging on quiet in life, the opposite of Bella's naturally loud and outgoing personality. They had both been stunned to find such perfect harmony in another person, both in and out of bed.

Edward's body rolled slightly to the side so that his hands could snake up the front of Bella's shirt as they kissed. Her skin was warm and soft as his fingers traveled up her naval toward the edge of her lacy bra. Edward let his fingers trace the edge of the cup, and he felt Bella moan into his mouth. She broke the kiss, pulling her hands out of his pants as she sat up slightly. She tugged at her shirt, and he helped her pull it off before she settled back down. She was wearing one of his favorite bras, the one that unclipped in the front.

Edward looked up at her, pressing a kiss to the tiny bow between her breasts that covered the hook.

She mewled at him, her hands slipping over his shoulders and into his hair. Edward reached up, flipping the clip open but leaving her bra in place. He let his nose trace the lace edge, his warm breath bringing gooseflesh from Bella as he breathed against her skin. He hadn't been able to shave in almost two days, and he used the stubble on his chin, tilting his head so that it lightly scrapped against the swells of Bella's breasts. She started to moan, and he pulled back, bringing a hand up over her mouth.

"Quiet, Love," he said, his voice low and commanding. Bella's eyes focused on him, and he saw them darken with her desire. She loved that voice.

When Edward was sure she wasn't going to make a noise, he pulled his hand back, flipping the cups of her bra off her breasts.

He loved absolutely every part of Bella, but her breasts truly were something else. Perfect handfuls for him and exactly proportioned to Bella's slight body. He brought his hand back, letting it rest on her ribs so that the tips of his fingers brushed the underside of her breast. She wiggled under him, and he grinned before leaning forward and taking a perfect pink nipple into his mouth.

Bella clapped a hand over her own mouth, moaning hard as he licked and sucked at her flesh.

It wasn't uncommon for Edward and Bella to experiment in bed. They had tried all sorts of tricks and toys. Undoubtedly, one of their favorites time and again was some light bondage. Nothing too time-consuming, unless they truly had the time to do it properly. Mostly, it boiled down to one of them getting tied up in bed. Though they'd both taken turns, they found that Edward's naturally dominant personality in sex became even more potent when he was tying Bella up.

It had been an unbelievable turn-on for her.

Even now, she could feel that side of Edward coming out as his hand slid off her body, finding her wrists. He released her breasts long enough to move her arms over her head, keeping them there with a firm but still gentle touch of his hand.

Bella loved how he took charge in bed.

Edward continued to play with her, nipping and sucking at her like he was tuning an instrument until her body grew tight, ripe for the plucking.

He let out a low chuckle that Bella felt throughout her whole being.

She felt him release her wrists, but before she could pout, he was sitting up and tugging her jeans off her legs, taking her by surprise with how fast he was moving. They were off before she could even make to reach for the button, her underwear right behind them.

"I'm not tying you down," Edward warned his voice a low rumble that moved through Bella.

As soon as his words processed in her mind, she pouted. "Why not?"

Edward chuckled, and she felt her whole body shudder in delicious anticipation. He was so fucking sexy.

"We'll save that for when we have the time and space," he promised. "I'm sure we'll be able to sneak away sometime this summer." He leaned down, pressing a hot wet kiss to her stomach and her body shivered, her hands opening and closing as they sought him out.

"As soon as possible," she breathed in agreement.

"And when we're alone again," he said, his voice still low and gruff. His body was just far enough away from her that she couldn't reach him without sitting up. She was about to, when he shifted, yanking off his pants. "I'm going to spend all night devouring you."

Bella moaned, then brought both hands up to cover her mouth, trying to be quiet. Edward moved down at the bottom of the bed, pulling her legs up over his shoulders. He wasted no time, diving between her legs, and Bella clamped her hands harder over her mouth to bite back her scream of ecstasy. The man knew how to use his tongue, and in no time, Bella was writhing against him, the scrape of his stubble against her sensitive flesh driving her even higher. His hands were around her hips, keeping her where he wanted her as his tongue and teeth worked in tandem to tug and tweak, lick, and lap. Bella's whole body strained, her breathing growing erratic, the sounds she was trying to hold back getting slowly louder.

Before she could get too loud, Edward pulled back from her. Under both her hands, he could hear her low whine and he chuckled. He reached out, flipping her onto her stomach. The movement was so fast, she squeaked in surprise, her hands flailing to catch herself. Edward stretched out over her body, his breath leaving a trail of goosebumps on her back.

"I'm going to fuck you, Isabella," he said, his low voice next to her ear. "And you're going to be a good girl and stay very quiet."

She fought to bite back her moan. She felt his hand travel down her spine before he was lifting her hips slightly, tucking a pillow under them. She positioned herself so that her legs were open wide in invitation.

"Please," she wheezed, her need for him almost too much to bear.

"Easy," he murmured, his hand still at her hip. "I'll do what I have to keep you quiet," he warned. Bella loved the implications, her head nodding frantically. She felt his hips finally shift into place, and her whole body tried to back into him, to force him inside her faster.

"Isabella," he growled in warning, and Bella's hands clutched the bed sheet in a white-knuckled grip. Edward took his time, playing with her body, dipping his fingers into her then rubbing his cock against the slickness. Bella was nearly shaking by the time he finally, finally started to push inside of her.

Her whole body welcomed the stretch of his size as he entered her, and a low cry of satisfaction started to build in her throat. She felt Edward's hand a moment later press against her lips.

"What did I say, Isabella?"

Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head.

Before he was fully seated inside of her, he began to move, in and out, sometimes diving deep, other times only surface strokes. The inconsistency drove Bella wild, both turned on and now frustrated.

Edward read the tension in her body and laughed, continuing to play her toward the edge of madness.

Her nails were about to rip into the sheets below them, her body trembling from the build-up he was putting her through. She made a wild, desperate sound in her throat, and she felt his hand slip from her mouth, down to the column of her neck. It pushed her further, feeling his hand there, knowing he had so much power over her life right now.

"Please," she wheezed, her voice hoarse from trying to stay quiet. "Please, please, please."

Edward hummed his voice right by her ear.

"Since you said please," he said slowly. His fingers flexed over her throat lightly and without warning, and his hips slammed into hers so hard, it drove the breath from her body. Before she could drag in any air, he was sliding out and slamming back into her. Bella gasped as he set a ruthless pace. Her body locked down, shaking as it teetered on the edge of exquisite pleasure.

"Come for me, Isabella," Edward commanded. His words were paired with a slap against her ass and a slight flex against her throat that sent her reeling. She was blind in the white-hot pleasure, lost completely to it as she fell and fell and fell.

When she finally came to again, she was in Edward's arms, curled together on the thin twin mattress. She realized from the ghost feeling of pressure around her chin that he'd likely held his hand over her mouth as she came. It was a good call, she'd never had a quiet orgasm.

"Are you all right, Love?"

Bella looked up at him in a drunken stupor.

"Mhmm," she hummed, nestling against his chest. They were both sticky with sweat, but Bella didn't care. "Was I quiet?"

Edward snorted. "Not hardly," he said, a note of anxiety creeping into his voice.

Bella sighed against his chest. "Whatever. We're engaged. Do they really think we come in here and play cards or something?"

Edward snorted, his hand traveling over her back.

"It would be nice if your dad didn't hate me," he pointed out. Bella was nearly asleep, exhausted from the exertion.

"We have all summer," she pointed out sleepily. Edward brushed a hand through her hair and quietly agreed. One night down, the rest of the summer still to go.