Cocktails at Eclipse

by twilightladies

What is she still doing here? They shouldn't be together anymore—she should be gone. She's persistent—I'll give her that—digging her claws in so we can't get near them.

12. Chapter 12

Hi Everyone!

So…sorry for the long wait for the update, I found this chapter so challenging to write so it took us a bit longer to put together. It also didn't help that both me and my beta were ill over the last few weeks!

This next chapter looks at legal stuff and restraining order – I tried to keep to the facts as much as possible, but please remember this is fiction! I'm not from the U.S and I don't know anyone in legal so some of it will be a bit of a stretch of the truth!

Anyway, I hate long author's notes….as always S Meyer owns all, I just like to play with the characters!

Enjoy!

BPOV

I've managed to get Alice to calm down, but as usual, Rose is taking a bit longer. She's not particularly angry—it's just her way of showing she's worried about me. Her over-protective mode always gets the best of her and I love her for it.

I'd decided it was best to fill them in at the same time, so I called Alice and asked her to come to the guys' apartment. I think she sensed something was wrong, so she had someone cover the shop and joined us within the hour.

I told them everything, from the prank calls, to Lauren showing up at the club on numerous occasions, and finally the break-in at my apartment. They both totally freaked, of course—a mixture of them being worried and also hurt that I hadn't told them anything. I'd explained that even I hadn't put everything together until just recently, and that seemed to make them feel better.

I relayed Edward's thoughts about Lauren being behind all of it and asked for their opinion. Both were unsure of the level of Lauren's involvement, but they agreed that I was being followed and things needed to change—and quickly.

"It's bad enough that whoever it is knows where you live, but the fact that they got into your apartment so easily…that's really scary, Bella. What if you had been home?" Rose says, shaking her head. "Thank God Edward's talked some sense into you and you're staying with him for now. I couldn't stand knowing you were in that apartment by yourself."

Eager to get the rest of my stuff from my apartment, we make a plan to go over tomorrow and pack up my things. I'd really like to get it done today, but the cops are still working on it. They were able to confirm that the culprit had used a key to get in, but they're still dusting for fingerprints. I'm just hoping they find something that gives us a clue. We spend the rest of the day getting ready for the move, gathering boxes and arranging for a locksmith to change the locks tomorrow.

If I'm honest, I'm not looking forward to being back inside my apartment. The fact that someone was there freaks me out. Had they been there before and I just didn't know? Are they still watching me? I'm so glad Rose and Alice will be with me, I don't know if I could do it by myself.

I wake surprisingly rested, but to a grumpy Edward. We have a minor disagreement about him helping me today. He's willing to miss work, again, but I insist that he's already missed too much because of me. It's an important time for their club and he needs to focus on its success. I promise that I'll be fine with Rose and Alice and that I'll be here waiting when he returns. Gracing me with a smile and a kiss, he leaves for the day.

The good news is my truck is now in working order. Rose gives me a lift to her garage then we plan to meet Alice at my apartment.

"So how are you with all of this, really?" Rose questions, as we make the drive to the garage.

I'm not really sure how I feel. Everything's happened so quickly that I've not really let it all sink in. And how are you supposed to react when you find out your boyfriend's ex may be following you and may have broken into your apartment to steal random personal items? If it really is Lauren, why? Is she trying to scare me away? Does she want him back?

I can't help but feel anger towards Lauren. Even if she's not behind the recent events, she has been turning up at the club eager for Edward's attention. She's definitely up to something. And if her attempts with Edward have been unsuccessful, wouldn't she take it up a notch? She definitely seemed like the type that would stop at nothing to get what she wants, no matter who gets hurts.

"I think it is Lauren," I say with conviction. Rose nods, so I continue. "I mean, it makes sense, right? Who else would follow both me and Edward?"

"I agree. At first I thought it was a bit far-fetched, but then I spoke with Emmett about it. He knows her so he was filling me in on their history. And just so you know, he thinks she's a total freak. None of their family liked her, not even their parents, but they were supportive of Edward because he was serious about her." We pull into the garage and Rose turns off the engine, but doesn't move to get out. "Anyway, once she was gone they were all really glad. She was just with him for the money, the Cullen name, and what that could bring her."

"Rose, I know all this. She's a gold digger and probably cheated on him with half of Seattle, but what's your point?" Hearing about how she played Edward still pisses me off.

"Okay, well my theory is that she's still after his money. Don't you think it's convenient that she's showing up again just as their club is making the news?" Rose steps from the car and I follow.

"She sees Edward with a girlfriend—one he seems to have fallen for pretty hard, I might add—and suddenly she realises she won't be able to just waltz back into his life. And bang!" she claps her hands, "we have a psycho in the making."

"I suppose…" It's still all a bit far fetched to me. I hate what she did to Edward, but a psycho?

"You suppose? Come on, Bella! Stop giving her the benefit of the doubt—some people are capable of that kind of crazy." She turns to face me. "Okay, you know I love you," her eyes soften as they meet mine, "and I don't mean this in a bad way —but you're quiet, you keep to yourself. You haven't been at the paper long enough to have pissed anyone off there and you don't have a long line of jealous ex-boyfriends. Process of elimination, Bella, it has to be Lauren."

I know she's not saying any of this to be mean, and she's right. I am quiet, I only have a few close friends, and I'm definitely not miss popularity. Hell, I don't even know that many people! Other than Lauren, who could it be? It figures, I finally meet a decent guy, a good guy, and his baggage is a psycho ex-girlfriend!

"You've really thought about this, haven't you?"

Rose smiles. "Emmett and I may have spoken about it." Grabbing my hand, she squeezes it softly. "This could get dangerous, Bells. We're all just worried."

I squeeze back. This is a side of Rose I don't see often—her hard ass persona always hides her softer heart.

"Yeah, you're right," I say shaking my head. Gah, I hate this already! "So what now? We know it's her, but unless the cops found prints at my apartment, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm pretty sure I don't have enough evidence for a restraining order."

"Well, I think you need to start by confirming that you don't have enough for a restraining order. It's possible that there's enough evidence for Edward to get one, who knows. You just need to be sure and look for any loop holes." She looks at her watch. "And we should probably get going if you want to get everything moved today."

"Are you sure you're okay with helping? You're not needed here today?" I feel bad, pulling yet another person away from their work.

"You're my friend, Bella, you know if there's anything I can do—I will."

Following Rose into the office, she hands me my invoice and keys. I notice she's only charged me for the tires, but not the labour. I try to pay her for it anyway, especially since she put it through as a rush job, but she just scowls and shakes her head. We have this argument every time.

Thankfully our afternoon passes quickly. As I'm making lunch for us, the locksmith arrives to change the locks. As he works, we quickly finish our meal and start packing up my stuff. Having the girls here definitely makes things easier for me, they keep me occupied with girly chatter and we avoid all things Lauren. Since I'm not taking everything, the packing doesn't take too long. I'm not moving in with Edward, just staying for a little while.

I mean, as happy as I am with Edward, it's far too early in our relationship to actually live with him permanently. He's amazing and I can definitely see myself falling for him—part of me already has—but our relationship is still so new. We were both comfortable with our pace before this mess, and I don't want this temporary living situation to confuse that.

Surprisingly, we finish up around the same time as the locksmith and load the cars with a few suitcases, boxes, and other necessities. Locking up using my new key, we head to Edward's.

After unloading the boxes in Edward's room, we head to the kitchen to start on dinner for everyone. It's the least I can do for my friends, after all the help they've given me.

EPOV

As I step through the front door, I'm met by the most delicious aroma. For the last few nights, Bella's cooked dinner and each night my stomach rumbles in protest from the lack of food I'd eaten that day. It's not been intentional, but this week's been so packed with work and personal issues that I haven't had the time.

Even though I felt bad about not helping Bella with her packing, she was right about one thing—when it comes to the club, I'd been slacking. Business has been amazing and we've been at capacity most weekends. So with that in mind, Emmett and I focused on our plan to launch a few mid-week events starting at the end of the month. We booked a band for the jazz night, a host for karaoke night, and confirmed some local advertising.

I also had our phone numbers changed. It's wasn't much, but it was the only thing I could do. To be sure we weren't eligible for restraining orders, Bella contacted Jenks, from the legal department at the paper. He advised her that without solid proof linking Lauren to the break-in, there was nothing we could do. It was frustrating to say the least—knowing it was her and not being able to do anything about it. Bella felt like a sitting duck and I spent that night consoling my scared, yet pissed-off girlfriend.

Just thinking about it makes me feel guilty for everything I'm putting Bella through. Part of me knows I'm being ridiculous, but I can't help it. Deep down I know it's my fault Lauren's after her. If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't even know Bella. I refuse to let Lauren continue with these games—I won't allow Bella to be harassed! Lauren chose to cheat on me—she gave up the right of having any say in my life.

But what she couldn't take into account was how all this meddling has brought Bella and me even closer. Instead of causing tension between the two of us, I feel more protective of her, and worried that she could be taken from me. It's raised feelings in me I didn't know I was capable of anymore.

Feelings that not too long ago, I never wanted to feel again.

At that time I thought Lauren was my true love, the only one I would ever love. I was sure when she left she'd taken my heart with her. I built walls to protect myself. But now, it's clear my heart is still open to love. I can finally see what it's like to be in a truly happy relationship. And with time, I hope we can grow together and make things more permanent.

Taking off my shoes at the door, I follow the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. Stopping in the doorway, I watch my girl with her friends. Alice is setting the table as Rose and Bella plate up the food they've prepared. With the stress of the last few weeks, it's good to see the smile on Bella's face. She looks so carefree and beautiful, giggling at something Alice has said.

"Dinner! I'm starving! What have we got?" Ever the gentleman, Emmett barges past me, winking at Rose and takes a seat at the table.

The girls spin to face us and Bella's eyes immediately find mine. A huge smile graces her face as she catches me watching her. I grin in return. Eager for my welcome home kiss, I walk to her and our lips meet. Instinct takes over. Everything, everyone disappears. I forget we're in a room full of people. I fist the edge of her shirt, pulling her close. A breathless whimper falls from her lips, fuelling my need for her. Trailing my tongue along her bottom lip, she opens to me. I can't help the growl that escapes as our tongues meet—it's been too long since we were last together.

I'm brought from my "Bella bubble" by my annoying brother.

"Can you two cut it out?" Bella giggles, hiding her face in my chest. "As nice as it is to see my brother so happy again, I'm ready to eat and that's really distracting."

I just grin.

We all move to the table and Bella brings over the lasagne. As she sits next to me, everyone helps themselves and begins to eat. As hungry as I am, I'm focused on my girl. Once again, I'm caught in the act. Bella winks, mouthing the word "later" at me. My dick hardens. Snapping back to reality, I help myself to dinner—looks like I'm going to need my strength.

After dinner, I find I have a little time to myself. Alice left, announcing something about baby plans, Bella is still unpacking, and Rose and Emmett made a hasty exit towards his bedroom. I decide to call my parents. It's been longer than usual since I last called, and I could really use their advice. Since they mingle in the same social circle as Lauren's parents, they might be able to help me without causing a lot of commotion.

Dad answers the phone and as we're catching up, I begin to feel guilty about how long it's been since I last saw them. When I was with Lauren, I used to see them a lot. We attended the same functions and went to all the trendy restaurants "to be seen". But since the split, I've steered clear of those places to avoid seeing her. And with the club opening and meeting Bella, my mind has just been elsewhere.

I mention this to my dad, who's quick to brush off my apologies.

"Don't be silly son. We know you both have your own lives to live. Plus, we've been keeping up with the club's success in the papers. It all seems to be going great and we couldn't be more proud of you both."

"Thanks, Dad. That means a lot. We're having a jazz night in a few weeks—you should come."

"Oh I don't know—we'd probably just embarrass you. We're a bit past the clubbing scene."

"It'll be a quiet night, Dad. We're hoping it will be very laid back—somewhere people can chill after a busy weekend."

"Okay, I'll run it past your mother. Would you like to speak to her?"

"Yeah, in a few…um…I actually want your advice on something if you have time?"

"Sure son, is everything okay?" I can tell from his tone he knows it's serious.

"Yeah, nobody's hurt or in trouble or anything like that. There's a bit of a situation though…with Lauren."

"Lauren? Lauren Mallory?"

"Yes."

I quickly explain about everything we've been through over the last few weeks. Dad listens without interrupting, which I'm thankful for.

When I finish, the line is silent for a moment before he offers his opinion. "And you definitely think its Lauren? There has to be no doubt in your mind about this, Edward. If we even look into this and it's not her, it could be extremely hurtful."

"I know, I know. I'm certain that it's her, Dad—I just don't know what else to do. We've hit a dead end—there were no fingerprints at Bella's apartment and no other solid proof linking Lauren to any of it." Running my fingers through my hair, I pull at it in frustration. I wish I'd never laid eyes on her!

"Okay, leave it to me. I'll think it through and if there's anything we can do. One thing I would suggest is to start a diary. Document anything out of the ordinary, making note of the date and time. It could be helpful if this worsens."

"Thanks, Dad. I'd really appreciate it. At this point I'm just out of ideas." I admit.

"Because we don't have any solid proof it's a bit more difficult. But, leave it with me and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." I hear a voice in the background. "Your mother's here, do you want a quick word?" I say yes and wait as the phone is passed.

"Edward, how are you? It's so nice of you to call." My guilt still lingers.

"I'm good, Mom. Just calling to catch up and see how things are."

"Is everything alright? I caught the end of the conversation with your father."

"Yeah, everything's fine, Mom. I just needed a bit of advice and Dad is helping me out." I don't want to worry her, so I'm glad for distance between us—she can normally look at me and call my bluff.

"Are you sure? You would tell me if it was serious, right?" Well, I guess I can't fool her over the phone.

"It's nothing too serious. My girlfriend is being followed and I want some advice on how to handle it." I'm not telling her I think its Lauren, not yet anyway.

"Your girlfriend?" she squeals.

Shit.

"Umm…"

"Oh, Edward, that's wonderful! How did you meet? Is it serious?"

Everyone worried about me after my split from Lauren, especially Mom. I used to confide in her, but after the break-up I refused to open up and threw myself into my work. Sometimes I'd work through the night, just to take my mind off my situation. I basically turned into a different person. I was snippy and moody all the time—I ignored my friends and nights out—especially if women were there. I figured if I didn't put myself out there, I wouldn't get hurt again.

Mom never liked Lauren and she saw through her when no one else did. She recognized that Lauren was just after the money and lifestyle I could provide. Of course at the time, I couldn't see it and always thought Lauren would grow on her. But it never happened. Mom tolerated her—for me. She was always nice to her, but it was clear in her eyes that she wasn't happy with my choice of fiancée. The fact that Mom never let Lauren call her "Esme", instead of "Mrs Cullen" should have tipped me off. And when she cheated on me, Mom supported me but admitted she was glad it happened then rather than after we were married.

So after being worried I wouldn't move on, I know she'll be eager to meet Bella.

I spend the next few minutes telling Mom about Bella—how we met, minus a few details, and how things have progressed between us since then. I can tell she's excited to hear about our new relationship and I'm happy to share it with her. It gives me hope that she'll like Bella and welcome her into our close-knit family.

"You want to meet her?" I ask hesitantly. Bella and I haven't even discussed meeting the parents yet.

"Of course, we would love to—when?"

I love that she picks up on my good mood and is eager to meet the girl responsible for it.

"Umm…give me a little time. I should probably speak with Bella before making definite plans. This is all still pretty new and we haven't approached the subject of meeting parents yet." I answer honestly.

"How about next weekend or the weekend after? Is that enough time? We could have lunch at the club. It'll be lovely."

Of course—the club. It's an everyday place for Mom and Dad, but the sort of place that may make my girl feel out of place. I'll need to warm her up to the idea.

"Two weeks would probably be fine—lunch on Sunday?" I have no doubt my parents will love Bella—they have no reason not to. But she may be nervous, so giving her two weeks to prepare should be fine. I hope.

"Sounds great, dear, I can't wait! I'll reserve a table for Sunday."

We say our goodbyes and I head to the bedroom to see how the unpacking is going.

When I reach my room, I can barely make it through the door. There are boxes everywhere, most are empty, and the floor is littered with piles of clothes. And in the middle of it all is Bella, looking flustered.

She hasn't heard me, so I watch as she picks up a pile and throws it to the other side of the room. Clearly frustrated, the look on her face is priceless and I can't hold in my laughter. Bella shrieks in surprise. A scowl forms on her face, and I duck as she throws a shoe at me.

"What was that for?" I laugh as I pick up the shoe and walk into the room. Deciding on the safer option, I sit on the end of my bed instead of the floor.

"This!"she gestures at the messy room, "this is your fault!"

"Mine? What did I do?"

"You have too much crap in here and none of my stuff fits! I'll have to take most of it back to my apartment but I can't decide what to keep!"

"Baby, you don't have to that, I've made room for you."

She looks up at me, a smile forming on her lips. "You have?"

I hold out my hand to help her off the floor. She crawls into my lap, resting her head on my shoulder. "Of course I did. This whole mess is hard enough as it is—I want to make things as easy on you as possible." I gently push her from my lap and walk over to my bureau, pulling open the bottom two drawers. "Look, they're empty." Then I make my way to the wardrobe, opening the door so she can clearly see the empty hanging space. "And again…" I point to the empty space.

She beams and moves to my side. Leaning up on her toes, she kisses me softly. "I'm sorry, I totally overreacted. I didn't even check—I just assumed you hadn't cleared any space for me."

Kissing her forehead, I whisper, "It's okay, you're stressed, baby. It's understandable." She hums in response, and we hold each other in the silence.

After a few minutes she takes my hand and leads me to the bed, kicks off her shoes, and climbs in. As I just stand there, she gestures for me to follow.

Wasting no time, I crawl onto the bed with her. She scoots back, stopping only when her head hits the headboard. She grins at me, her eyes shining with desire. I follow, moulding my body flush against hers.

"Now where are you gonna go?" I whisper. My lips ghost up her neck, teasing, taunting her. I smile as goose bumps break out where my lips have been.

"Nowhere," she breathes, her back arching, offering herself to me. Without any hesitation, my lips cover every inch of smooth skin available to me. I suck and nip at her collarbone, trail soft kisses to her cleavage, and enjoy her whimpers of pleasure.

Her hands fist my shirt at the shoulders, pulling me back. She crashes her lips against mine, and I moan at the perfection. I'll never get used to kissing Bella. The way her lips mould perfectly with mine, when she sighs in pleasure at first contact, and the way her hands always find their way into my hair, pulling and tugging the more turned on she becomes. Each time is better than the last and I never want this to end.

Soon enough, we're both panting for more. Hands pull at clothing, eager to be naked. Her fingers roam my body, slowly caressing my sides and back, grasping my shirt and tugging it away. Taking the hint I pull away, removing my shirt and throwing it to the floor. As I do this, Bella's hands fumble with my belt and then my zipper as she begins to remove my pants. When they reach my knees I take over, lifting my legs and pulling them off. As Bella palms my hardened cock through my boxers, I decide to remove them as well.

Lying down, my naked skin covers Bella's clothed body. She responds instantly, her soft lips meeting mine. Taking our time, we enjoy each other, kissing tenderly. As my hands travel her body, Bella moans, writhing against me causing my dick to twitch.

Caressing her breasts, I cup them gently through her shirt, her back arching into my touch. Impatiently, I pull at the bottom of her shirt and she sits up slightly, removing it and bringing her lips back to mine. Wrapping my arms around her, enjoying the feel of her skin against mine, I unclasp her bra and throw it out of our way.

As Bella lies back, I move to her side, propping myself up on one arm, taking a moment to gaze on the beautiful girl in my bed. Hair fanned out behind her, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from kissing, I swear she's never looked as beautiful as she does in this moment. Her flushed breasts rise with her excited breaths.

Unable to resist her anymore, I place a chaste kiss on one nipple, my tongue circling as it pebbles with my touch. I take my time teasing her nipples, my cock enjoying the whimpers and pleas falling from her lips.

Bella's hands begin to wander, this time finding my cock, hard against her thigh. She grips me, exactly how I like it, before she pumps me slowly. Teasing. Taunting. She pulls away, dragging my lips from her nipple, and looks into my eyes.

"Mmm, I love your cock, baby..." She leans in, nipping and sucking at my neck.

I grunt in response.

Pushing against my chest, forcing me onto my back, she follows by crawling on top of me. In awe, I watch her naked body settle between my legs.

Her hands continue to work their magic on my cock, bringing me so close to the edge, but slowing before I actually cum. It's the sweetest torture.

"Ugh, Bella…please…"

"What, baby, what do you want?" she whispers.

"You. I want you," I gasp.

She leans forward and I can feel her naked breasts against my chest, her pebbled nipples making me crazy with need. "How…tell me how you want me," she whispers in my ear, before sucking my earlobe.

All of you. I want everything.

"Your lips….ugh, I want your mouth on me."

With a quick kiss against my lips, she smirks, smug at her effect on me. Slowly, she moves down my body, her lips leaving a fiery trail of goose bumps as she licks and sucks at my skin. Tease. My cock twitches against her thigh, begging for attention.

I sit up, leaning on my elbows, to watch Bella work me with that beautiful mouth of hers. Her warm breath surrounds my cock as she finally reaches her destination. I growl in frustration as she forgoes the area most desperate for her, and places soft kisses along my thighs. I feel her smile against my leg—she knows exactly what she's doing to me.

"Bella…" I half groan half growl at her.

"Mmmhmm?"

"Stop teasing me, you know I don't like it." The words come out hoarse, my voice gruff with need.

She stops, lifting herself slightly. Raising an eyebrow, her eyes focus on my twitching cock. "I don't know, this says otherwise."

"Ugh! Bella, please!" My begging is cut short, the words die in my mouth, as Bella's mouth wraps around my cock, taking all of me in one graceful movement.

My arms can no longer hold my weight and as much as I want to watch Bella, I fall back onto the bed, moaning in pleasure. She hums, sending the most delightful sensations through my cock. I really have to focus so I don't cum right away, like some horny teenager getting his first blowjob.

My hips have a mind of their own though, thrusting upward, seeking more friction. Bella's hand finds mine, placing it on the back of her head, showing me what she wants. Fisting my fingers in her hair, I guide her pace. By now she doesn't need me to show her what I like—she just enjoys it when I take charge, even in this position.

I feel one of her hands moving down her body, finding her pussy. As if I wasn't close enough, her whimpers and moans as she touches herself almost finish me off. For me, this is sensory overload, and in record time I'm close. My cock begins to twitch. Bella increases her speed, occasionally grazing her teeth along my shaft, knowing how much I love it. Not wanting to cum in her mouth, I loosen my hold on her hair and pull away, a move she disagrees with.

I take hold of her arms and pull her up my body, rolling her quickly onto her back. I nudge her legs open, settling between them, my body now flush against hers. Our new position has my throbbing length so close to her pussy, with one thrust I could be there. But I want to return the favour. Reaching down, I run my fingers along the inside of Bella's thigh.

"Ugh! No, please…I need you now, Edward," she whimpers, arching her body in offering to me.

"But—" My hand reaches her pussy, "God, Bella, you're so wet."

"Mmmhmm," she groans, thrusting her hips as my cock slides against her folds causing us both to moan at the sensation.

I don't need any more convincing—I only hope I can hold off long enough to let my girl cum first. I reach into the nightstand and quickly find a condom. Bella takes it from my hands, rips it open, and rolls it onto my throbbing cock.

Slowly she lays back, her hand still grasping me, pulling me towards her. There's nowhere else I'd rather be. She settles, placing me at her entrance before wrapping her legs around my hips. "Please," she whimpers, thrusting forward to meet me. This time I don't pull away, but watch, as my cock slides into her warm, wet folds.

My eyes move up Bella's body, eagerly watching for her reaction as I fill her. Her eyes close and she throws her head back at the pleasure, soft words that I can't hear falling from her luscious lips. My breath catches and I have to grasp Bella's hips, warning her to remain still as I get used to the feeling.

Her hand cups my cheek and I can't help but lean into it. The gesture is so soft, so intimate. Tonight, something is changing between us. The electricity is still there, but it's different. Tonight is more than sex. Looking into her eyes, I'm overwhelmed by the adoration I see there, and I know she sees the same in mine.

"Bella…I—"

"Ssh..."

She begins to rock her hips, encouraging me to move with her.

Our movements are slow, taking our time to love each other's body. Her arms hook around my neck, as she brings my lips to hers for a soft kiss. Our hips move perfectly together, slowly working towards ecstasy.

The tell-tale signs begin to surface as my stomach starts to tingle. I won't be able to hold off much longer. I pull back slightly, holding my weight on my arms, thrusting quicker and with more purpose.

Bella fists at the sheets, her hips rising to meet mine, thrust for thrust.

My balls begin to tighten, my movements becoming more erratic. "Bella, baby…cum for me," I beg. I slip my hand between us, rubbing her clit.

"Ugh! Ed—Edward…harder!"

Listening to my girl, I pick up speed. The room is quiet except for the sound of our bodies coming together.

"Ed…yes…gonna…ugh!" She's close and her pussy starts to tighten around me. It's too much—I can't hold off any longer. My orgasm crashes through me with a force I've never known before.

"Fuuuuuuuck, Bella!" My thrusts slow and I still above her, trying not to collapse and continue rubbing her clit, desperate for her to cum.

Seconds later, Bella's orgasm washes over her. I take in the beauty below me, as her body arches off the bed and her legs tighten around me.

"Mmmmm…Edward," she sighs, falling back to the bed and I follow, collapsing on top of her.

I could easily fall asleep in this position but I know this can't be comfortable for her. After a few moments, I pull away, softly kiss her forehead, and make my way to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

We really need to talk about another form of birth control.

I crawl back into bed and pull Bella into my arms. She cuddles up beside me, her head resting on my chest.

"So…we kind of got distracted earlier. You looked as though you were coming to tell me something and then I then I freaked out. What was it?" She turns her head to look up at me, her chin now resting on my chest.

"Ummm…what would you say about meeting my parents?"

Time to meet the parents – what do you think?

As always thanks go to Marika my pre-reader for helping me out. Also, for this chapter MrsK81 also helped pre-read and I owe her heaps! Have you read her stories? If not…you need to…like now.

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