CHAPTER 10 | WAKE-UP CALL

BPOV

I'm softly wakened by a ribbon of sunlight, dancing across my closed eyelids. As I open my groggy eyes and take in my surroundings, I genuinely have no idea where I am.
Fuck, Bella, I thought we were getting past this blackout phase. I find it completely strange that I have no ability to recall anything that happened last night.. Like at all.

I shift slightly and the nether regions of my body are greeted by sumptuous fabric. Oh, of course. I'm naked. I really question my decisions.

My eyes continue to scan the room, and they suddenly stop on the perfectly chiseled buns of the man who I deduce opened the curtains a few moments ago (and hopefully my curtains last night). My eyes travel up his back and I admire the way his muscles ripple as he moves. He bends slightly to pull his pants above his waist, and I hear the buckling of his brown leather belt. I sit up in interest. Honestly, if he had his way with me last night now I'm pissed I don't remember! He turns to face me, and I involuntarily cross my legs.
I really, really wish I remembered..

"Hmm," I lock eyes with him,"if it isn't McHotass himself. Did you... take advantage of me last night?" He slightly cocks his head to the side and clenches his jaw.
"Mc-what? And Bella, you know I would never do anything like that."

"Um, I don't think we know each other that well actually," I begin to ramble, "and I'm very surprised that you know my name but if we did have sex last night-"

"We didn't have sex," he stops me, holding up a single hand. Well darn, that would've been a treat.

"Well, where did you sleep?" I question. He nods to the spot right next to me before sliding his shirt over his head.

"There," his slightly husky voice responds. Mmph.

"Okay.. then why am I naked?" I exaggerated the last part as if I was Nancy Drew discovering a major clue in one of her most intense investigations.

"You're not naked," he says matter-of-factly, offering a slight smirk. I rip the sheets from over me and... he's right, technically. My bustier is still on, although completely unfastened to the point where my tits are exposed and my skimpy black thong is still situated where it should be.

"I might as well be," I scoff.

"Almost doesn't count," he breathes out as he sits down to put on his boots. I observe him as he moves, he's just so graceful-it's almost inhuman. I scan his face and take him all in, which strangely begins to trigger my recollection. I gather we're at Jasper Whitlock's place, because he threw an insane party but that was about it.

"Can you jog my memory? As you can tell, I'm having trouble remembering everything that happened last night." I begin refastening my bustier, as his golden eyes follow along. Hot.

"You really don't remember?" I hear the concern in his voice and raise my eyes to meet his. He looks kinda worried. Oh, shit. What the hell happened?

"...No," I respond, now also very concerned.

"Bella," he exhales with a brief chuckle, "I can't have a repeat of last night, you just passing out everywhere. It was a total chore peeling those tight ass leather pants off of you to make sure you were comfortable sleeping last night."

"I passed out? Why would I have passed out? I'm not that dramatic. And I don't think I was that drunk," my mind is going a mile-a-minute in an attempt to rationalize what happened exactly. Without saying anything, he grabs a bottle of water from the desk in the far corner of the room and begins walking toward the bed.

It's actually sickening how attracted to this man I am. He runs his fingers through his tousled, dark-bronze hair. His hips sway slightly as he walks, but he has a powerful stride. My eyes lock directly onto his mouth as he briefly licks his upper lip. I'm wet.

"Take this," he hands me the water and sits down next to me, on the edge of the bed. I begin to drink.

"I, uh. I wasn't exactly prepared to have to tell you this again but.. what the hell. It's me, Edward."

Too many things happen at once in this very moment. First, I choke on the water I'd been swallowing and begin coughing like a seal in heat. Also, my memory decides to gift me with a full recollection of last night's events. I remember everything fading to black in a moment not dissimilar to this one after hearing this man respond with a name I was not expecting to hear. Lastly, my mind is exploding with questions that I cannot ask, because I'm preoccupied trying to regather my ability to breathe.

He pulls me in and starts patting my back, which further worsens my situation because the sudden skin-to-skin contact combined with a whiff of his delicious scent sends my heartbeat racing and my body falls into psychogenic shock. Oh my gosh. I'm actually about to die.

"Breathe, Bella, breathe," he says firmly, genuinely concerned. I grab onto his beautiful bulging bicep and look him squarely in the face, trying to slow my gasps down to match his own breath. Once I'm finally back to normal, the edge of his lips curve up slightly and he attempts to stifle a chuckle.

"Don't you fucking laugh at me," I snap.

EPOV

I release Bella from my arms, confident that she could now function on her own. At least she didn't faint this time.

"Ed...How? Like... is it? Where the f... But..did you?" Her sentences aren't coherent but I'll attribute that to the oxygen that is currently returning to her brain.

"I know you have a lot of questions, and this is shocking to you. But yes, it's really me," I offer.

"You're different," she manages. I nod my head in agreement, "I've made a few changes."

"I'll say," she's fully recovered now, but staring deeply into my eyes. She sets the water bottle down, moves over slightly and pats the space next to her, signaling me to put my entire body on the bed. I follow suit. "How've you been?" she asks, closing any residual space between us. Let me reiterate, she is staring into my soul. We have yet to break eye contact and I'm not exactly sure why.

"Good," I say briefly, "real good. You?"

"I've really missed you," she places her hand on my thigh and it instantly clicks. Lust, it explains the look on her face. The hand begins stroking my thigh. I gotta diffuse this.

"Yeah?" I respond. Well that's not going to help you Edward, nice thinking.

"Mmhm, a whole lot Eddie-kins," her voice gets sickeningly sweet, but slightly suggestive. She's trying to seduce me. Her hand travels up my leg and her breath hitches slightly as she palms my cock. As I grab her hand and am about to stop her, she swings her right leg around to straddle me.

"Bella, s-" is all I'm able to say before her lips crash into mine. This is not at all what I expected. I mean, the kiss was fantastic, but part of me still wants vengeance. I don't want to enjoy this kiss, this much. Nor do I want to give her what she wants. I pull my lips from hers and push her core off of mine. "Bella, what the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," she bites her finger. That's kinda hot. Not even seconds later she goes back in, for my neck this time. She suckles my neck briefly before making her way down to my fabric-covered nipple. Nibble.

"Stop," I regain self control and grab her shoulders. She surrenders and her torso collapses into mine.

"Why?" she whines into my neck before sitting back down on the bed.

"Let's go, I figured we could go get breakfast and talk about it."

"I just want to cuddle," she spout back almost angrily.

"Are you seriously pouting?" I ask. Some things never change.

She ignores my question and begins to loosen her top, giving me a peep show of her absolutely perfect tits. She pulls a few more strings before throwing the garment into a puddle of fabric on the floor. I'm mesmerized as she reaches up and puts them on full display for me as she ties her hair into a messy bun.

"If you want to talk, we can start here. But it's only 8:30 in the morning and I want to cuddle. Just for a little while, no funny business." That would almost feel genuine if she hadn't just given me a front row seat to the cabaret. I'm taken aback because I currently cannot find the willpower to say no, and I instead lift my hips to begin unbuckling my belt. She's always had this effect on me, it's very bizarre. I pull off my jeans and she promptly pushes her barely-clothed, robust backside into my throbbing crotch. The only thing between us was the fabric of my briefs.

"Mmm," she starts and pulls my arm around her waist, "Where've you been, Edward?"

"Abroad," I offer. I'm still at a loss for words. It's taking every ounce of control I have to not spread her on this bed and shove all of the built up sexual tension, frustration, and resentment inside of her... and back out.. then back in- you get the idea. As much as I'm sure she'd like that. Swallow.

"Real talkative. Well, since you don't want to talk, I'll start." She begins briefing me over the past few years I've missed, and tells me a lot of things that I've already learned, but I don't interrupt. This goes on for about half an hour before we both start breathing... a little bit slower... and fall back to sleep.

The interaction with Bella I'm having in my dream is a little bit more enjoyable than the one we were having in real life. We're on the beach, the sun is glistening off of the water and there's an ever-so-slight breeze. She and I are the only two souls there and she's got a mouthful of my cock. I'm propped up on my elbows watching her go to town, and she is exquisite. Her body is amazing, and the tits.. oh my.. her tits. They bounce pleasantly each time she bobs her head down the full length of my meat. This time she dips low and scoops one of my balls into her mouth before suckling them both in.

"Fuck, Bella. I've waited a while for this," I close my eyes and roll my head backwards, it feels so fucking good. She giggles slightly and the vibrations it sends throughout my cock make me buck my hips forward. She has most of my length gripped with her right hand, her arm around my thigh and her mouth right next to the tip. I can feel her smile as she begins talking, " I didn't know you were already awake," she chuckles dreamily.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I give a soft laugh, sit up and open my eyes.

The beach has disappeared. The sand, the waves, the gulls - all nowhere to be found. I look down and make eye contact with Bella, she's there. Same position and same circumstance. Okay. I then take in my surroundings. We are not at the beach... we're in still in bed. She locks eyes with me before pushing my entire cock down her throat.

Fuck.

A/N: Chapters 1-3 have been updated with respect to the ongoing Reboot. More depth, more substance, more to come. Enjoy.