I would once again like to thank the people in my life that make writing this possible.
RP - yes you all know. *sigh* It's ALL about him.
petchum for making me promise to write this before Christmas
and of course you know it wouldn't get here without my dearest binky911
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~ Edward POV ~
I parked the Volvo in my designated spot and as the convertible top rolled back into place, I was still running ideas through my head about how to get Bella to talk to me.
I paced my living room floor leaving indentations in the white shag carpet. How was I going to get Bella back? I analyzed and dismissed idea after idea.
I could send her flowers? No. Too cliche.
I could send her a ticket to come and see me? No. Too ostentatious.
I could fly out to see her? No. Too presumptuous.
My dear mother always told me that the best way to right a wrong was to be completely open and honest about it. I had to talk to her. No BBM. No texting. I was going to call her but I needed to do something to untie the knots that Bella had unwittingly tied into my stomach.
Ah yes … my old friend Johnnie Walker Blue.
One glass neat.
I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number. Then hung up.
Second glass neat.
I can do this. No, I can't. What will I say? I paced a few more laps around the rug.
Third glass neat.
OK, liquid courage has kicked in. After a few deep breaths I picked up my cell phone and strode out to the deck. Leaning on the railing as I dialed, I had a sick flashback to watching my phone fall down several decks of the cruise ship and splashing into the sea. I stepped backwards and sat on the lounge chair.
Ring
Oh shit, am I sure I want to do this?
Ring
Yes! Yes! I'm going to do it. Be a man, Cullen!
Ring
Why hasn't she answered? Dammit, I should have called from my house phone. My name would be displayed with my cell.
Ring
Shit! She's seen my name and now she's not answering.
Ring . click
"This is Bella's phone. I can't take your call right now but you know what to do after the beep."
Beeeeeeeeeeeep
The sound of her voice even on her voicemail played havoc with my body. I shuddered almost like I'd been shocked. Breathe Cullen.
"Bella… it's me. I'm asking you to hear me out and give me a chance. Each time I close my eyes I see you, smell you, hear you. You're like a drug to me. Please. Bella. Please."
Exasperated, I hung up the phone and finished off my drink in one gulp then made my way to the bar for another. Yep, I would be feeling it tomorrow.
I sat on the edge of my bed and watched her cross the room moving towards me like an animal about to devour their prey. The sheer dress she wore hid nothing as it ghosted over her curves.
She said nothing to me but I knew what she wanted. The look in her eyes told me she was hungry….for me. She placed her knee between my thighs and kissed me, easing my shirt over my head and then pushing me down on my back. Her kisses were consuming my mouth sucking on my tongue, biting my lip. The aggression of it had my cock about to burst through the buttons on my jeans. She sat astride my hips grinding against me. I needed to be inside her.
Torture!
In one quick movement I spun her over and onto her stomach on the bed. I couldn't get the buttons on my jeans open fast enough. The thought crossed my mind to invest in jeans with a zipper. Finally free from my restraints, my hands slid up the back of her thighs …she moaned.
"Ungh…. Edward."
Hearing my name panted from her lips was the most remarkable sound and suddenly I was even harder. How was that even possible?
Sweet Mercy. I reached the upper part of her thighs that turned into her amazing ass, barely covered in a tiny black thong with a hot pink ribbon laced through it. She slid her knees up under her giving me a much better view of my destination.
"Do you want me Edward?" She said…teasing.
"I want you! I need you Bella."
"Then take me then … now. Take me … HARD baby!"
I hitched my thumb under the side of her thong and tore the offensive material that dared to cover her exquisite sex and plunged into her. I'm there inside her and she's so wet, so tight and stars are exploding in front of my eyes. I bit down on the soft part of her shoulder close to the base of her neck.
"Bite me baby. You feel so fucking good. I'm coming Edward….oh fuck!" She pulled at the bedding as her body shuddered beneath my thrusts.
I could feel my own release coming …
S M A S H !
"What the hell?"
The glass I had fallen asleep with in my hand had crashed to the floor.
"Fuck!"
I was more upset that my dream had been interrupted than I was about the broken glass. Running my fingers through my hair I am so wound up and frustrated. I get up trying to avoid cutting my bare foot on the glass and realize that my raging hard on is making walking a difficult venture. The glass can wait….I have my priorities, shower and some self gratification first.
~ Bella POV ~
The blinking light on my Blackberry was the constant reminder that I had a voicemail message.
"I know!" I shouted at it then threw it on the bed. Talking to inanimate objects. That's never a good sign. As if in response to my outburst it rang. My heart leapt as I picked it back up. Please not Edward. I silently begged. It was Jessica and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Hey Jess what's up?"
"Bella, get your ass dressed. We are going out!"
"Jess. I really..."
She cut me off.
"No excuses woman! It's your birthday and I'm coming for you in half an hour. You did the obligatory dinner with your parents and now it's friend time. Oh and pack an overnight bag. You won't be home tonight. Bye!"
Okay then, I guess I was going out. I opened my closet and looked for something appropriate for an evening out with Jessica which no doubt would take us to Port Angeles and drinking many, many Margaritas.
I examined my outfit in my full length mirror; torn skinny jeans, black stiletto ankle boots, black sequined tank and off the shoulder tunic... perfect. I grabbed my overnight bag and headed downstairs.
"Hey, Dad. Jessica is picking me up to hit the town and we'll probably stay in Port Angeles overnight, okay."
"Bella, you know I don't like it when you stay out overnight. Your old dad worries about you. Do you want me to pick you guys up or something?"
The doorbell rang just then. Thank you, Jessica!
"Umm, no but thanks anyway. We'll be fine. You know that!" I kissed him on the cheek and headed for the door.
"Love you, Bells. Hey, do you still have that pepper spray?"
"Yes Dad! Love you too. Night."
As I got through the door and turned to see Jessica's car I noticed she had passengers. Why hadn't I guessed that Mike and James would be coming along? Oh well, it was my birthday and I was going to have fun!
Many, many, many Margaritas and a couple of shots of Tequila later I was singing at the top of my lungs to Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls and using James as my personal stripper pole! I wasn't drunk enough to think that leading James on like this was wrong but I was definitely drunk enough not to care!
The music changed to some slow song I didn't know and before I knew it James' lips were pressed against mine and just like that I had made my decision. Edward! This wasn't chemistry. There was no electricity. Edward! I had to try.
"I need to use the bathroom." I told James as I pried free of his arms.
Running past Jessica, I told her I wasn't feeling well and that I was going back to our room. We had checked in to a Days Inn just a block away from the club. I made sure Jessica understood that I was not spending the night with James so she and I were sharing a room much to Mike's dismay.
"Do you want me to walk over with you? What happened with James? Is everything ok?"
"I'm feeling a little light headed. The fresh air and the walk will do me good. I'm okay but I just want to crawl into bed. I'll text you when I get there ok."
Reluctantly she let me go.
As promised I sent her a message when I was safely in our room. Then I sat on the bed to listen to Edward's message. Goosebumps came up on my arms as soon as I heard his voice. I remembered too clearly what his breath felt like when he whispered in my ear. Give him a chance? I looked at my watch 12:30pm. I was going to call anyway.
My fingers wouldn't cooperate and three times I dialed the wrong number. I didn't know if it was my nerves or the alcohol that had my hands trembling.
"Hello?" The sleepy sound of his voice was there.
"Edward. Hi. I'm ... I'm sorry. I know it's late." Tears burst from my eyes. "I just... I needed... I wanted..."
"Shhhh. Bella. Bella. It's ok. What's happened? What's wrong?"
"I want ... I want to give you a chance. I want you. I'm so sorry I was a bitch." I managed to blubber out.
"No Bella, my darling. It's okay, I understand."
I'm sure I woke this man out of his sleep and he was being so kind and understanding; consoling me who had been so cold to him.
"What are you doing?" He asked sounding almost desperate.
"I'm sitting in a hotel room in Port Angeles feeling very drunk."
"Do you need help? Are you safe?"
"Yes I'm okay." The sobbing had subsided.
"I mean what are you doing with your life. What are your plans?"
"Really, Edward. It's very late and I'm very intoxicated and you want to know what my life plans are?"
"Bella. Come to LA!" It wasn't a question. "Tell me what you need me to do and I'll arrange it. I can't bear to have you so far away. Please say you'll come."
A myriad of images where swirling through my head. Close to Edward. They all came to a grinding halt with the image of my mother telling me. Off Limits!
"But our parents..."
"I know. But we can find a way. We have to find a way. Just come and we'll sort it out."
I trusted him. Something in his words made me feel like we would find a way. We would make it work. Without thinking much further I put my faith in him and answered.
"OK. I'll come. Give me a little time to work out the details. But I will come."
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