A/N: Yes, I know…

You are all pissed that I made you wait 2 weeks for this chapter .. But I had a real good reason, I swear … see it was either this chapter or sleep … and I'm sorry my BBs, a girl needs her sleep! Working 55+ hours a week and chasing after a 2 year old with an unfaltering amount of energy makes your humble author very sleepy and an extremely cranky girl when the sleep to waking hour ratio swings to far in the wrong direction which happened a lot last week.

Anyhoo … enough of my excuses…

As usual, I want to thank my lovely beta, DT, who waited for this almost as patiently as you all did … she whips me into shape and never fails to Dazzle me with her superior skillz with the "red pen"! Thanks for making this readable for all who are still with us…

We are moving onward my lovelies … when last we left our couple Edward had planned a grand gesture for Bella, which surprised and shocked her to no end … will they make it? I don't know (ok, maybe I do…) but indulge me as we get back to their special night and see how it ends for them…

One more thing … you know the drill …

Things I own: A new pair of kick ass studded heels I bought in celebration this week when my temp job decided to keep me on full time.

Things I don't: All things Twilight and any song lyrics you see used in this story.

Chapter 14

EPOV

"Bella, I want you with me always, no matter what. I love you." My voice shook, so overcome with emotion was I, as we swayed to the soft music.

Never before had a woman felt so right in my arms. It was as if she belonged there, made especially for me by God. My hands drifted slowly across her shoulders, down the smooth, silky skin of her arms, as she shivered and pressed closer to me.

"Edward?"

"Yes, Bella?"

She stepped away from me slowly, clasped my hand tightly in hers, and stared into my eyes for a moment, almost as if she was making a difficult decision.

"Please Edward, take me home with you."

I knew that Emmett would call me a girly-man for even thinking about turning her down, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to take her home yet. Don't get me wrong, I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anyone else, but the whole Tanya situation kind of had me somewhat shell shocked when it came to the idea of sex. But in the same instant, I realized that I knew that Bella was different, and I didn't want to let the current drama dictate the rest of my life and the relationship I was building with Bella.

Also, she did look absolutely amazing and sexy right now, her eyes glazed over with lust and need, her small hands clutching at me so tightly. She was intoxicating and I knew that I would deny her nothing.

"Love, we can go wherever you'd like. As long as we're together, I'm a happy man."

With my hand resting on the small of her back, I guided her back to our table to collect our things.

Twenty minutes later we were at my house and I was letting us in the back door, both of us silently agreeing that we weren't ready to be back on the front porch, where so much drama had taken place not so long ago.

We silently made our way through the kitchen into the living room, where the empty bottle of scotch was still sitting on the coffee table. Bella picked it up and looked at me, brow raised, but said nothing. With a grin, I gingerly plucked it from her hand and tossed it behind me, hearing, but not seeing it bounce off of the couch and land with a muted thump on the carpet.

My eyes were only for Bella as she smiled at my nonchalant gesture. She lifted her hands to tangle in my hair, dragged my face down to hers and kissed me, hard. I let my mouth move over hers. She tasted of tart wine and sweet fruit and I could feel myself becoming drunk on her as we stood there, all but fused to each other as we kissed hungrily.

My hands ghosted down her sides and landed on her hips, gripping her tightly and pulling her closer, if that was even possible. I lifted her slightly to mold her pelvis to mine and her arms left my hair to clutch and hold at my shoulders as she writhed against me. The new angle of our bodies created a much needed, delicious friction, causing me to moan into her mouth.

I could feel my cock harden as she moved against me, whimpering. I held her hips and pressed my hardness into her. I wanted to be inside her so much, more than my next breath, if truth be told, but I didn't want to rush this. I wanted to take my time and love her the way she deserved to be loved, worship her the way she deserved to be worshiped.

Bella, on the other hand, seemed to not want to take her time, at all. I let her slide down my body slowly until her feet touched the ground, and her mouth never left mine for a second. Her tongue massaging mine, I let my hands slide under her top, slowly up her ribs, caressing her softly until I reached the underside of her breasts. I cupped them gently, my thumbs softly grazing the peaks, causing her to shudder and moan.

"Edward, please-" she said, panting breathlessly into my mouth, "please take me to bed. I want you."

Her hand slid down my body to cup my rigid length and squeezed, causing my hips to involuntarily flex and push against her hand as she continued to stroke me through the fabric of my pants. A moan that I barely recognized as mine escaped my throat.

"Oh God, Bella. Fuck, your hand feels so good on me."

Bella smiled a slow and oddly secretive smile as she raised her hands to caress my chest momentarily before pushing me backwards. I landed on the couch, chuckling at her antics and playful mood while she climbed into my lap, straddling me. I knew the time for laughing had passed because her hands were now busy undoing the buttons of my shirt and her head bowed to my chest as she kissed and licked every inch of skin she revealed. I could feel her thick strawberry scented locks brushing against my face as I watched her strip my shirt from me entirely, her warm fingers stroking down my chest and abs. Her fingers lingered for a moment on my belt buckle and I palmed her ass, molding the strong toned muscles in my fingers before raising my hands to lift her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side.

Bella was a vision. Her beauty stunned me into silence and I could do nothing but stare at the sight before me.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and hooded with lust. Her lips were swollen and red from my kisses and her creamy skin looked smooth and soft. Her full breasts rising and falling in a tantalizing fashion, were seemingly begging for my mouth and hands. She was perfection in her tight jeans and pink lace bra. Nothing was as beautiful and as sexy as she was in that moment. Something primitive and possessive burned through me. She was mine, mine alone,and I could not wait another second to have her, fully naked in my arms, under me, above me, any way I could have her.

I reached behind her and released the clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts to my touch and gaze. Her hands resumed their ministrations on my belt, removing it and tossing it to the floor with a clatter. She stood suddenly and helped me remove my pants and boxers, my erection bobbing wildly as I sat back on the couch, watching as she removed the rest of her clothing.

She teased me, turning her back to me and slowly shimmying out of her body hugging jeans, wiggling her hips as she pushed them down. She bent at the waist as she pushed them past her knees and off her feet, giving me a spectacular view of her perfect, tight little ass.

I growled softly. Yeah, actually growled, "Bella, you are so beautiful. Come here."

I licked my lips and reached for her but she shook her head no and took another step back from me, smiling as she did. She had the most adorably sexy blush and I could tell she was getting even more excited by teasing me.

Her hands went to the top of her lacy panties and she started to slowly inch them down her hips, but I then felt the urge to stop her. I needed to be the one to strip her of them. I wanted her naked, hovering over my mouth so I could taste her and hear all the sexy moans and whimpers she made when she was in the moment.

"Bella, please, let me," I beckoned her closer.

She bit her lip and moved closer to me, seemingly unsure of what to expect from me. I placed my hand on her hips and drew her even closer until she was standing directly in front of me. Her nipples were pebbled and hard, her breath was coming in short pants as I caressed her hip bones causing her to moan softly.

"Please Edward, don't tease me."

I chuckled at that.

"Don't tease you? After that show you just gave me? I think I should tease you a little, it is only fair after all."

I let my index finger slowly and lightly trace her lace covered sex, paying extra attention to the bundle of nerves at the apex. She was so wet, the lace was damp and clinging to her sensitive flesh as she shuddered and gasped at my touch.

"Oh God, Edward- Please-"

"Please what, Bella?"

"I want you so much, Edward."

My name rolling off of her tongue that way made my balls tighten, "That's what I want to hear Bella. I'm going to remove this confection you call an undergarment and then I want you to come here and straddle my shoulders so that I can taste you like I have been dying to do since we got here. Is that understood, my Bella?" I punctuated my words with more and firmer strokes of my fingers along her damp center.

Unable to speak, she nodded slowly and looked down to watch as I slowly drew the lace down her hips and thighs, breathing deeply of her scent as I did. She was delicious and I couldn't wait any longer to have her.

I let the panties drop to the floor and assisted her as she stepped out of them. I turned to recline on the sofa, never letting go of her hand as I then guided her to straddle my waist. I brought my hands back to her ass, rubbing and squeezing as I moved her up my chest, closer to my mouth.

Finally, she was in place and I traced her entrance with one slow swipe of my tongue.

"OH Edward-" Bella cried out.

I continued to lick and suck at her flesh, luxuriating in her intoxicating flavor. I wanted to see her as she lost all sense of reason, knowing it was my mouth that brought her there, that I pushed her over the precipice.

Bella writhed her hips over me moaning and grinding against my mouth. The action was so hot, I felt my cock twitch and swell to almost painful proportions. I needed to be inside her but I wasn't quite done pleasuring her with my tongue just yet.

I brought my hand to part her slick folds, giving better access to her sensitive nub and I sucked it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, causing her to gasp my name. I traced her entrance with two fingers of my other hand and slowly pushed them inside her.

"Holy Shit Edward- God, I'm going to come if you keep doing-"

I moaned into her flesh, letting her know that I wasn't going to stop. I looked up at her from where I lay pinned under her hips to watch her as she pinched and rolled her own nipples.

That was so fucking hot.

I sped the pace of my fingers and timed them to the flicks of my tongue. The movements of her hips were becoming erratic, letting me know that she was close. I drew her clit deeper, sucking on it harder, using my tongue to lash at it, needing to feel her come for me.

"Ah Edward, I'm gonna come-"

I moaned and moved my fingers faster, hooking them slightly, looking for the special spot within her that would launch her into orbit. Once I felt it, I brushed it with my fingers repeatedly.

"Ed - Edward!"

I felt her tighten around my fingers and her whole body spasmed as she rode out her release. She moved backwards slowly until she straddled my hips once more, bringing her slick flesh in contact with my rock hard cock.

My hips flexed, pushing my stiff member against her, hard.

"Oh god, Bella, you are so wet. I need to be in you."

"Yes, Edward. Now."

She couldn't wait for me and I groaned as she reached her hand down to grasp me, line my hard cock to her entrance and sink down slowly, both of us gasping at the sensation of our flesh moving together.

She grabbed my hands and lifted them to her breasts as she swirled her hips and slid down on my cock, taking me in as deep as she could. Once I was fully inside of her, she ground herself against me as I plucked her nipples, eliciting another moan from her. I shifted, still deep inside her, to more of a sitting position so that I could take one of her rosy nipples between my lips and stroke it with my tongue.

As I laved and suckled her, my hands found purchase on her hips and I began to set her moving in a steady rhythm on me. She rode me hard, bucking and bouncing as I nibbled and sucked on first one nipple, then the other. Her skin was slick with sweat and tasted slightly salty. Her hands gripped the arm of the sofa behind my head as she bounced and swiveled on my cock.

My hips thrust up to meet hers and I groaned each time I slid into her, the sensation of her warm, wet, tight flesh sliding over me was almost more than I could bare.

"Bella, you're so tight, so good, please baby … I'm going to come."

"Please Edward, come with me," she breathed.

"Oh...Bella…yes..."

My hands tightened on her hips, guiding her to move faster and harder on me. I could feel my orgasm building, bubbling to the surface as she clenched around me yelling my name along with the Lord's. Blasphemous, but hot, pushing me over the edge as I came deep inside her. I pulled her lips down to mine and kissed her softly as we both came down from our high.

She slumped down onto my chest, breathing heavily, as I stroked her back, enjoying the feel of her sweat-slick skin under my fingers.

"Bella, I love you."

She snuggled into my chest and mumbled a sleepy "I love you" in return.

"Sleep my baby, we have plenty of time," I crooned to her as she relaxed against me. I grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it over our cooling bodies.

As I laid with Bella in my arms, I thought about the last few days and all it had brought. The drama, the pain, the love, it was all worth it to be here in this moment with her snuggled in my arms. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my days like this, close to her, loving her in the way she deserved.

I knew we still had a lot to work out between us, especially over the next few weeks with the paternity test and the meeting with the record company that she still hadn't told me about.

But as I yawned and wrapped my arms tighter around her, I left my serious thoughts for another time and let sleep take me.

I awoke to find that I was alone on the sofa and to the sounds of someone moving around in the kitchen.

I looked around for signs of Bella and found none, her clothes and shoes were gone. Worried that she left, I stood, the blanket still wrapped around my waist, and padded into the kitchen to find Emmett perched on a stool while Bella whipped eggs in a bowl laughing at something he said.

I stood stock still, frozen in the doorway, surveying the scene before me.

"Yo, Eddie! Dude how's bout you go put some fucking pants on, eh? I don't need the sight of your twig and berries fucking with my appetite, you know? Can you believe this guy, Bella, walking around with no clothes on, disturbing my peace and whatnot?"

Bella chuckled, her eyes quickly drifting down my mostly naked body, and then turned to a pan heating on the stove to pour the eggs inside.

"If you go and get dressed, I'll have a nice fluffy omelet ready and waiting for you when you return, Edward. How does that sound?" She smiled sweetly at me over her shoulder, not waiting for my response before she went back to making the omelet. I was glad that Emmett didn't notice the suddenly husky, lust-filled tone of her voice.

Emmett simply smiled a shit eating grin and swiped a piece of crispy bacon off of the platter on the counter.

"Okay Bella, I'll be back in a few. Don't let this douche eat all the bacon," I said, snatching the piece he had in his hand and stuffing it into my mouth, crunching it as I walked away, the blanket still wrapped tightly around me. The sound of Emmett's grumbling over my purloining his breakfast meat and Bella's happy little laugh, echoed behind me.

My shower was quick, the warm water reviving me, waking me fully. I was eager to get back to Bella, to hear what was on her mind today.

Last night was magical, our love making showing me just how perfect she was for me in every way, not just emotionally but physically as well. It was like she was the other half of my heart, my soul, and I never wanted to let her go again. I had almost lost her and I could not let that happen again, ever. Honestly, I couldn't understand how I had ever lived without her for the first twenty-eight years of my life, in the first place.

I dressed in an old pair of worn jeans and a black t-shirt and bounded down the stairs full of eager energy and hope.

I made my way to the kitchen, the glorious smells coming from it making my stomach growl with hunger. Emmett sat on the same stool, his plate filled high with an omelet, crispy bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast, and grilled tomatoes. Watching him shovel food into his face was threatening to put a lid on my appetite but I moved past him to where Bella was standing and drew her to me for a long, delicious good morning kiss. She tasted of sweet creamy coffee and I moaned slightly at the taste of her.

"Good morning, Baby," I whispered in her ear.

"Dude, get a room, and I don't mean the couch. Which I need to tell you, by the way, is nasty. You do realize I'm going to have to have someone come and clean that now, right?"

"Emmett, for fucks sake, shut up and finish your breakfast. I haven't complained at all the times I've walked in on you defiling one room or another, have I? And show some manners, you oaf, we have company. Company who made us breakfast." I said, flashing Bella my best smile and wiggling my eyebrows.

"It's no trouble, Edward. Emmett is fine. I'm used to blunt conversation, he's perfect for Rosalie in that respect," she rolled her eyes and sat at the table with her plate, giggling again. After the tears of the last couple of days, her laugh was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. Apart from her singing.

Emmett's grin got impossibly wider at her words.

"Dude, Bella was just telling me about the meeting she has with the record company Thursday. She is totally going to get offered a contract. She sings like a freaking angel."

"Don't I know it," I rambled to Emmett, "remember when she sang "Oh Holy Night" at Mom and Dad's Christmas party a couple years ago? Amazing. And then..." I stopped short when I realized what I'd said and felt an embarrassed blush creep up the back of my neck. She really didn't need to know about the obsession I've had with her voice for the last ten years.

Emmett snorted, but Bella flushed prettily and thanked us both before she resumed eating her breakfast.

I shook off my embarrassment and sat next to her digging into my omelet with gusto as she explained meeting the execs from Breaking Dawn the night she sang her angry fairytale song and the offer they made her.

I listened as I ate, one hand wielding my fork, the other hand on her knee. Her cooking was delicious and I was famished. Before long the omelet and trimmings were gone and so was Emmett, leaving Bella and I alone in the kitchen.

We tidied the room and placed the dishes in the dishwasher. I noticed that we moved around the kitchen together as if we had been performing the same routine for years. Bella rinsed the plates and handed them to me to stack in the dishwasher. While she added the detergent and turned the dishwasher on, I wiped down the table, letting my hand graze her waist or her arm every time I passed her. It felt like a vision of the future, but the domesticity and comfort of it didn't scare me like it once would have. I was ready to have a future like this with Bella.

While we worked, she asked me what I thought of the idea of working with Breaking Dawn Records. She gave me the names of the people she was due to meet. The names sounded vaguely familiar, especially this James Westinghouse.

I knew that name from somewhere, but I couldn't recall where.

It was bugging me, and I knew that it would continue to do so until I figured it out, so I asked Bella to join me in the living room, grabbing my laptop bag from the hall as I pulled her by one hand to the sofa. For the life of me, I couldn't seem to keep my hands off of this woman.

Bella tidied the pillows and cushions as I powered up and typed "James Westinghouse" into the search engine. A list of news articles populated my screen and I clicked on the first one in the queue. It was an article from this year's MTV music awards with a bunch of info on the acts the label managed that had won awards. There were some pictures toward the bottom. I scrolled through them, stopping at a picture of James with a woman, and did a double take.

Holy Shit.

Victoria.

What the fuck was going on here?

A/N:

So my lovelies … again, my apologies for leaving you so long before I got this chapter out, but I hope the hot sexin was worth the wait in this case.

A sexy sleepy Edward draped only in a tiny throw blanket to who ever leaves me a review and can correctly guess who Victoria is and what she is up to here… Review my lovelies … you know you want to … all the other kids are doing it!