Subject: Edward Cullen aka The Womanizer
Chapter Eleven—Dinner Divine
Betaed by: Caroline Z. Masen
Edward
I was never was one to be submissive. I was always the dominate one in the bedroom. Now I found that I was willing to be her fucking slave.
Fuck, I'm hard as hell.
I simply nodded to her request. Bella gave me a smirk and there was a look of triumph on her lovely face. She stopped touching me and I groaned, missing the contact already.
"Sorry, but for that little display, you don't get to get any relief until I say so," she said firmly before turning on her heels and walking to the bathroom sink washing her hands. "Now go get cleaned up before you head back to lunch. And I advise you to keep your eyes off of Mandy's chest unless you want to be blue-balling for the rest of the week."
She gave me a wink while drying her hands and fixing a hair that fell out of place by pinning it back. I sighed like an idiot before unlocking the bathroom door and making sure no one was in the hallway. I ducked into the men's room to wash my hands.
Once I was out of Bella's influence, essence, and her beautiful fucking smell, I contemplated how I let this go that far. How did I come to the point where all my thoughts revolved around one woman? How could I let this happen? Now what, was I going to let her control everything in this relationship? Relationship?
Fuck. Relationship? I'm a fucking chick now. I don't do relationships.
I had to admit, though, that the thought of letting her have control in the bedroom had me coming up with some fuckhot scenarios. Most included bondage; and I officially became a sick fuck.
I put the thoughts out of my mind as I headed back to the lunch with Phil Knight and double-D Mandy. Bella was already there speaking adamantly with Phil while Mandy seemed to be getting more and more confused every second. I walked closer and realized why. Bella was speaking in Spanish. Her voice sensually rolled the r's beautifully.
"No sé?" Bella shrugged her tone indifferent. Phil laughed and replied.
"Mi estimado, nunca lo he visto mirar a una mujer come él te mira a ti," Phil said, looking almost giddy at Bella.
"Solamente porque él me quiere en su cama." Bella laughed softly, shaking her head. I cleared my throat hoping to convey that I didn't understand a word they just said. I, of course, had understood everything.
Phil pretty much had told Bella that I had never looked at another woman the way I looked at her. Bella responded that it was just because I wanted her in my bed. Even though that may be the case, it still unnerved me how much insight she had on my thoughts and behavior. And I had no idea what Phil meant with his remark. I didn't look at Bella any differently.
Do I? I was starting to feel like she may be using me to serve the same purpose. I wasn't sure that I liked that idea.
Shit.
I took my seat beside Bella, trying to look like I just stepped up. "Now where were we, Phil?"
We spent the rest of the lunch meeting discussing our plans and made some arrangements. After lunch, I opened the passenger side door silently and Bella slid into the seat. We rode in silence on the way back to work. I sighed, slightly annoyed and concerned that this thing between Bella and me was really starting to affect my fucking brain.
"What is it? Whatever you have to say, just say it." Bella huffed in annoyance.
"I understood everything you and Phil were talking about when I came back to the table."
"And how long were you standing there listening?" Bella looked at me, biting her lower lip.
"Long enough to know that you still think that I just want to get you into bed." I shrugged.
Bella laughed. "So in other words, you're upset because I still think ill of you."
Yes. I didn't respond.
"I'm sorry that I upset you, Edward. But I do believe that you can't change overnight."
"I don't want you to think of me that way. Don't get me wrong, I want you in my bed but I want more too," I lied; a perfectly delivered line.
It's a lie, right?
"That's nice," she said softly. "I'll try to keep that in mind as we move forward."
"That's all I ask, love." I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, earning a smile.
After I released her hand, we listened to the latest from Kings of Leon through the speakers of my stereo. Before I had driven two more blocks, Bella shifted in her seat, her long legs drawing in my attention.
"Now," she said in the same tone she used in the bathroom at the restaurant. "Just because you decided to be a good guy, does not mean you get out of your punishment." From the corner of my eye I could see her smile. Then I felt her hand on my thigh, slowly ascending. My cock twitched again from her touch and her voice.
Damn, this woman has me under some kind of spell. Witchy woman.
Her hand tortured by poor cock, stroking much too gently for actual relief. She continued until we reached the parking garage of our office building. I put the car in park, and I let my head fall back to concentrate on her ministrations.
She fucking stopped, causing me to groan out loud.
"Time to go back to work," she teased. "Remember, you're not allowed to come until I tell you to. So I better not find you in your bathroom taking care of it." She cocked an eyebrow daring me to say something. I chose to tease her.
"Yes, mistress." Bella just rolled her eyes before exiting the car. I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself before sliding out myself.
I caught up with her quickly, and, surprisingly, Bella captured my hand in her own. Or so I thought. She passed off a pair of lacy black panties. My cock strained in my pants.
Oh shit. Was she trying to kill me?
Bella gave me a wink before walking into the elevator. I shuddered slightly, adjusting myself, and heard her laugh. I slipped her panties into my jacket pocket and realized that I would smell her for the rest of the day. Yeah, that was most likely her plan all along.
That's it! She's not the only one that can play these little games.
I swiftly spun us around and pushed her against the elevator wall beside the buttons. I pressed my body against hers, allowing her to feel what she did to me. She arched closer and held me as tightly as possible.
She wants me just as bad as I want her.
The elevator doors closed, and only then, I closed my mouth over hers. Her fingers gripped my hair feverishly, trying to bring me closer. Breathless groans left us both as I kissed from her mouth to her neck. I looked up at the numbers above the elevator doors and noticed that we were about to reach the fourth floor.
I didn't want it to end so soon, so I pressed the stop button. Bella's eyes snapped open. "What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly.
"Giving us some privacy," I stated, sucking at the little hallow at her throat. She gasped when my teeth grazed her skin. I smiled, realizing I had the same effect on her as she had on me.
Na, nah, nah na ne neh. Wait, she's currently commando. I must use this fact to my advantage.
My hands slid from her hips to her thighs. I slipped my hands under her skirt, slowly taking in the silkiness of her skin. Bella moaned as my mouth nipped at the swells of her breasts in her v-neck sweater. She tugged at my hair to force me to look at her. Her breaths were hot and heavy as she licked my lips with her tongue. I growled and gripped her bare ass and pushed my cock against her. She felt so good.
Fucking perfect.
Her skirt hitched higher up her thighs as I continued to knead the silky-soft but firm flesh of her perfect ass. Suddenly, I remembered something. Someone could be watching us. I'm sure those guys in the security office would love a show, but Bella would not be staring in it. I did not want those assholes to know what she looks like when I fuck her. Mine!
I pulled away reluctantly, knowing we couldn't go any further. "Love, we have to stop. We are most likely being watched," I mumbled trying to catch my breath. My hands were still under her skirt gripping her ass. Bella groaned in protest.
"Fucking cameras," she grumbled as she laid another kiss on my lips. I slid my hands down her thighs slowly, and ground my cock against her one more time for good measure.
I pulled away completely, running my fingers through my hair knowing Bella probably caused it to stand up in disarray more than usual. She straightened herself out, adjusting her skirt and smoothing any wrinkles that may have appeared.
"You look fine, love," I said reassuring her. I was about to press the button for the elevator to continue when she held out her hand to stop me.
"I know what you were trying to pull," she said in that raspy fucking tone again. "I will not tolerate disobedience. Try to take control again and you will not receive your reward. Understand?" Bella snarled and she punched the stop button to restart the elevator.
Reward? Hmm, I wondered what that meant.
I nodded. Fuck it, because I was a willing slave. She was obviously going to be in charge when it came to our physical relationship and I'd wait, but not for long. I was a fucking man. However, the moment I was inside her I'd flip the situation so I'd get everything I craved from her.
The rest of the day, I was in constant arousal. Bella made sure I never got relief. She'd come in with a client, sit down near me, and her scent alone would bring me to full attention. Then of course, the thought that she was sitting right beside me with no underwear on didn't help matters. She would touch me any chance she had.
Since dinner was early and we didn't leave the office until a little after five, we had to skip the gym today, much to my disappointment. Bella decided to tease me further once we were in my car on the way to our apartments by hitching up her skirt higher.
A little higher please. Bella took my right hand from the steering wheel and put it on her thigh while biting her lower lip.
Fuck.
Bella's breathing hitched as my hand continued higher. I wasn't about to give her relief so I slid my hand back down, resting it on her knee. I chanced a look at her and she was glaring at me. She slapped my hand away and pulled her skirt down. I laughed.
"You're going to pay for that," Bella growled as she continued to glare at me.
I laughed again. "You can try to play a fierce tiger but you just come off like a cute angry little kitten."
"Maybe, but this kitten won't tickle your pickle if you don't behave and do what I tell you." Bella huffed in annoyance.
"Tickle your pickle?"
"Oh, don't pretend that book title didn't cause your cock to twitch last night?" Bella teased, her anger subsiding.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I feigned innocence. "Have you always had particular tastes in the past?"
"I've dabbled on both sides. I found I have no particular preference over submitting or dominating. But I have a feeling you've always dominated. I thought you'd enjoy something a little different."
I smiled and pictured her in leather and with a whip. Yes, it was something I wouldn't mind trying once at the very least.
"I've never allowed a woman to dictate what happens in the bedroom. I'm intrigued, so do with me as you please. I trust you."
That little spot between her eyebrows furrowed. She nodded and gave me a half-smile. "So we're heading to Palisade for dinner tonight," she said, completely changing the subject. "I need to get ready. I advise you to take care of your problem when you shower."
"Yes, mistress," I said sarcastically. She grinned.
"Good, you're learning," she quipped with a teasing wink. "Get here about six-thirty. We're taking my car, so walk here, please." She pulled out her key card from her jacket pocket.
"Fine," I grumbled.
"Now what's the matter?" Bella asked.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to take care of my problem by myself."
Bella laughed as she got out of the car. "I'll see you later, champ."
Once I returned to my apartment, I took care of my problem. I thought of Bella's sweet ass in my hands while I showered. I thought I might as well, considering that I didn't want to have a hard-on when I went to see my parents.
The Palisade was a five star waterfront restaurant with breathtaking views. I hoped my parents had gotten reservations in the Orchid Room or Magnolia Room. Those rooms were the only ones with tablecloths on their tables.
I intended to go commando, thinking it would be a great way to tease Bella. However, I threw on a pair boxer briefs in hopes of keeping me from pitching a tent all night. I finished dressing in a pair of black slacks and a matching jacket, along with a dark blue button-up shirt. I skipped the tie, knowing I'd have to loosen it when I got Bella off under the table, anyway. Just the thought of having my fingers inside her again had me hard and hot under the collar of my shirt.
I grabbed my keys and my wallet, and left my apartment building. The night air was cool and brisk as I walked to Bella's building. The door attendant greeted me, recognizing me immediately, and opened the door for me. I proceeded to the elevator, ready to head up, but the doors opened when I got there. Standing inside was my Bella, looking beautiful under the bright lights.
She gave me a smile and looked up at me through her long lashes. I smirked and my eyes traveled from her face to her bare shoulders. She was in a dark blue strapless cocktail dress that flowed from her waist to just a few inches above her knees. Draped over her arm was a black silk shawl and her hand clutched a black handbag. Her legs looked impeccably long in a pair of matching black strappy high heels.
"Like what you see?" Bella winked before walking out of the elevator.
"Most definitely, love," I whispered, pulling her into my arms. I took in the scent of her hair as my lips descended to her neck to kiss it gently.
"Mmm, give me a hand please," Bella said breathlessly.
"What can I help you with?" I looked at her curiously. She handed me her shawl, turning her back to me. I carefully draped the silky fabric over her and my fingers brushed over her soft skin.
I leaned down to whisper in her ear, "It's a shame to cover up this lovely neck of yours." I placed an open-mouthed kiss at the base of her neck, earning a soft moan from her lips. I chuckled when I noticed what we were wearing.
"What's so funny?" Bella mumbled.
"We match." I turned her slowly, taking her hand and pressing my lips to it. Her lips parted slightly as she watched me kiss her hand again.
Yeah, I'll get you now, my pretty.
With my eyes locked with hers, I turned her hand in mine. She shivered slightly as my tongue swirled on the soft skin of her wrist.
She sighed softly, giving me a look of desire and taunt. "We should go before we're late. My car is up front." She held out her keys, and I took them but grabbed her hand in my own. I smiled and we walked hand in hand to the front lobby of her building.
The door attendant opened the door for us. "Ms. Swan, you look lovely this evening."
"Thank you, Derek." Bella smiled at the stout gray hair man. "I left dinner for you and Rick in the lounge. Enjoy." Bella winked at Derek.
"What's on the menu tonight?" Derek asked with a smile.
"Your favorite. Chicken Alfredo."
"You're too good to us," Derek said, shaking his head.
"It's the least I can do. See you later." Bella waved at him then began walking to her car. I opened the passenger door for her. "Thank you." I helped her in and closed the door.
A few minutes later, we were traveling to downtown Seattle, heading to the waterfront.
Alice
"Yes, I just confirmed the reservations. Who are you taking?" I asked, awaiting to hear about the mongrel's plans.
"I've promised my dad to take him back to that place so I'll take him. I still don't know about this. Isn't Bella going to be angry?" Jacob's voice through my cell phone's speaker was low and timid.
"I think that's why Emmett is asking for you to do this. He wants to see if Edward is going to get jealous and wants to see if Bella gets nervous or angry." I shrugged my shoulders looking over at my handsome husband as he pulled out of our building's parking structure.
"Yeah, at my expense. I'm starting to regret recommending Bella to help out," Jacob whined.
"I think you can handle it, Rin Tin Tin," I said sweetly.
"I can handle it, Thumbelina," Jacob chuckled. I rolled my eyes. Couldn't he come up with something better?
"Just remind your father that Bella is on assignment so he doesn't blow her cover."
"Don't worry, I won't forget. See you there."
"Smell you later," I snickered before I hung up.
Edward
I pulled up to the Palisade restaurant a few minutes before seven and I tipped the valet to take care of Bella's car. Another valet pulled Bella's door open, offering his hand to help her out. His eyes lingered a little too long on her slender legs. I quickly made my way to her and took her hand from him, glaring.
Yeah, no tip for you buddy.
I led Bella toward the restaurant with one arm wrapped around her waist as she laid her head on my shoulder. She felt pleasant and warm tucked into my side. I kissed the top of her head, lingering there a moment too long. I chose not to fight my instinct to want more from her, at least for tonight.
"If my family starts to interrogate you and you're getting uncomfortable, just give me a signal and we'll leave."
"Something tells me that you usually don't bring a date with you to family gatherings," Bella said softly.
I sighed, figuring it was best to be honest. "No, I never brought anyone. Even at the club, I had never brought anyone around my family."
"You suck," she teased.
"And nibble," I countered. She slapped my abdomen, laughing. "The truth is I never wanted to bring anyone to meet my parents."
"Yes, but you have to understand that I feel you're only doing this because I'd meet them through the business anyway."
I stopped us from going inside. "If that's how you feel, then perhaps we should leave," I said angrily and stepped away.
She grabbed my arm. "Look at me," she said firmly. Her eyes were soft and tender but the thin line of her lips said that she was just as defensive. "You can't blame me. The only reason I know Alice and Rosalie was because they came to meet me. Emmett and Jasper work at the company as does your father. Your mother is someone we have a meeting with next week. I'm sorry if you don't like to hear the truth. But this won't work unless we tell each other what we're thinking."
"Fine, I'll tell you exactly what I'm thinking," I spat and took her by the shoulders. "I want you, I will not deny that. I want you in my bed, in my office, in my shower and anywhere else you'd allow me to fuck the hell out of you. But I also I want to know things about you. I want to know you. I'm new at this shit, and you second guessing me on everything really fucking sucks."
She nodded and her eyes went wide as she bit into her bottom lip. "I want that, too. All of it. I want to tell you everything and I want to know you." She pulled away from me, suddenly angry. "I'm sorry. You're nothing like I expected, and I'm having a hard time coping with how fast—" she stopped and shook her head.
"Tell me," I said softly, pulling her against my chest. She was rigid as we stood together so close, yet the distance between us was vast.
"I'm afraid we're only capable of hurting each other."
I had no idea what to say to her soft declaration. Before I could reply, I heard Alice call out to us from inside the restaurant. "Hey, what are you to waiting for? Get inside here."
Bella pulled away immediately, making some comment about being impatient. I cursed under my breath and followed closely behind her. I took her hand, squeezing it tightly and she offered me a timid smile.
Alice smiled when she saw our clasped hands and waved us over to the rest of the family. "They said that they will have a table in the Magnolia room ready for us in about ten minutes." She pulled Bella in for a hug and whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was that she told her, Bella's posture relaxed immediately. "Mom and Dad are running a little late." Alice pulled away from Bella as Rosalie stepped up pulling her in for a hug, too.
That's weird to see Rosalie accept someone so fully.
Not allowing Bella the chance to get away from me, I took her hand again. My family decided to grab a drink at the bar as we waited for our table and parents.
"Bella?" a deep voice called from somewhere behind us. Bella tensed beside me before turning to look at who had called her. Behind us, a man in his mid fifties with graying, dark hair was in a wheel chair. Behind him was none other than Jacob Black, who was glaring at me. I ignored him, returning my attention to Bella.
"Billy!" Bella bent down to hug the man in the wheel chair as tears started to glisten in her eyes.
"Sweetheart, how are you?" Billy asked concerned when she pulled away to sit back on her haunches so she could speak to him.
"Fine, I miss them," Bella said, her voice soft as she smiled. "I missed you, too."
"We haven't seen you around in a while. Your brother misses you," Billy indicated, wiping a tear from Bella's cheek. I was positive that she was upset over what had happened to her family. I wished I knew more, but by asking how she lost her parents I feared she'd ask me about mine.
I looked at Jacob and noticed that his eyes were on Bella or rather her chest. I cleared my throat and glared at him. He had the nerve to fucking smirk.
"I'm not having this discussion with you or anyone else here, please," Bella said in a soft but no-nonsense tone. Billy nodded then looked up to me.
"Billy, this is a friend of mine, Edward Cullen. This is Jacob's father, Billy Black. He was my father's best friend." I extended my hand and smiled when he gave my hand a firm shake. He was sizing me up for his late friend.
"Hi, Jacob," Bella greeted the dog nervously.
"Hi, Bells. You look beautiful tonight," Jacob said as he stepped from behind Billy's wheelchair to pull her in for hug. I clenched my fists trying to fight the urge to pull her away from him.
Just friends … they're just friends.
Jacob's hug was a little too intimate for my tastes. He completely enveloped her small frame with his large body. Bella huffed in annoyance as he tightened his grip and leaned in to whisper something. He kept his eyes on me the whole time. Fucking hell, he was trying to piss me off. My jaw clenched when I noticed his hands start to move down her back. Too far down.
Bella pulled away suddenly, slapping his arm. The asshole rolled his eyes and laughed. "I'm not going to answer that question," Bella told him, glaring. "I guess you just have to continue to be curious."
"Edward, Bella, the table is ready," Alice called us from the bar area. Alice's eyes widened as she saw who was with us. "Underdog," Alice lovingly mocked at Jacob.
"Energizer bunny," Jacob greeted in return.
Even before Jacob left my father's company, the two of them never got along. The rest of my family decided to get a good look at the situation with Jacob. I pulled Bella closer as he continued to glare at me. Then my parents walked in, creating quite a traffic jam in the front of the restaurant.
"Jacob, how are you?" My father asked the mutt, looking surprised by seeing him. Jacob cocked an eyebrow at me before turning to greet my father.
"Hello Carlisle, Esme." Jacob greeted both of my parents with a shake of hands and a bright, fake smile.
"I heard that business has been going well for you and Sam," Carlisle said.
"Yes, we're doing quite well. We're currently working on landing a deal with the City of Seattle," Jacob said as if he knew that what he said would piss me off. My blood had been simmering since Bella and I arrived, and Jacob caused it to boil. His company was our competition.
A host greeted Jacob and told him his table was ready. He nodded and pushed his father's wheel chair ahead before stopping in front of Bella and me.
"I'll see you later, Bells," Jacob said. He bent down and kissed Bella's cheek. A growl rumbled through my chest. I felt Bella's fingers curl around my hand, trying to get me to calm down.
"You and Bella know each other?" Esme asked while my father helped her remove her jacket.
Bella looked like she was about to say something but Jacob beat her. "Yes, she's my ex-fiancée." Jacob shrugged his shoulders and walked away pushing his father along.
A red haze filled my vision as I tore my hand away from Bella's and walked out into the cool night air.
Why was this making me so fucking angry? Why was I so jealous? Just the idea that they were together as anything more than friends filled my head with thoughts of them together.
"Edward," a soft whisper called behind me.
"Please tell me you don't still have feelings for him," I mumbled unable to look at her.
"Of course I do," Bella said. At least she was being honest. "I love him as a friend and he is marrying my cousin eventually." I felt her step closer to me and her hands touched my back, sweeping up to my shoulders before turning me.
"If he's marrying your cousin, then why is he trying so hard to piss me off?"
"That's some macho game you two are playing." Bella smiled at me before wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I buried my nose in the crook of her neck, breathing her scent to calm me.
"I'm sorry about earlier," she whispered. "I'm scared."
"So am I, love," I said, pressing a soft kiss on her neck. "We have two choices, stop this now or try to see what happens."
"I did promise I'd give you a chance," she said softly, pulling me close and eliminating the little space between us. I hummed in agreement, continuing to lay kisses along all the warm, smooth skin I could reach.
"What did he ask you when he was whispering in your ear?" I asked.
"He asked if his was bigger." Bella chuckled.
"Why didn't you answer him?" Hell, I was a guy and fuck I was curious.
"I didn't have the heart to tell him that there is no comparison," Bella said, laying her head on my chest.
"Good to know," I said smugly. She laughed softly and pinching my side. I grunted and spun her around, causing her to laugh out loud.
"We should go inside. I haven't been here in years," Bella said, her hands playing with the hair at the nape of the neck.
"I don't want to. We can leave now before someone comes and gets us," I suggested, gently taking her ear lobe in between my lips and sucking lightly.
"That would be rude. What would your mother think of me?"
I shrugged and grinned. "I'm sure she'll love you."
She tried to pull away, but thought better of it and stepped closer. She smiled, brushing her lips against mine, teasing me. She took my bottom lip between hers and sucked it lightly before her tongue met mine. I pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. Then someone's throat cleared behind us.
"Sorry, but Alice demands your presence," Jasper said, gesturing for us to follow him.
Taking Bella's hand, I led her inside. I loved the restaurant and I noticed Bella must, too, when I saw her eyes widen as she took in the décor.
The exposed wood beams crossed above us, beautifully lit with recessed lights until the beams met in the middle to an oval piece that made up most of the main support system of the building.
Tables were dotted everywhere. Most of the main dining area was occupied with other diners, and Jasper led us to the Magnolia room where my family was waiting.
My father and my mother stood up to greet Bella. "Mother, this is Bella Swan. Bella, this is my mother, Esme." Bella smiled warmly and trying to extend her hand to greet her realized that I was still holding her it. My mother's eyes widened, as she looked at our intertwined hands. Heat rose in my face as I let go of Bella's hand. My mother smiled smugly as she took Bella's hand and shook it.
"Bella, I've heard so much about you," Esme said, pulling Bella in for a hug.
I looked at my mother confused. Who had been discussing Bella with her? "Son, Bella here has been donating a lot to local charities and foundations for the past few years. In fact, she's causing a fuss among the socialites."
"Well I've heard a lot about you, too, Mrs. Cullen. In fact, your work on the Children's Foundation inspired my current project." Bella smiled pulling away from my mother.
"Darling, please call me Esme. Now let's get seated so we can order dinner and talk about this project of yours." My mother smiled, taking the seat my father pulled out for her. My father extended his hand to Bella and winked. He winked, why?
I shook off the confusion and pulled out a chair beside my mother for Bella. Bella shook her head slightly. She motioned for me to come closer. I leaned in and she whispered in my ear. "Sit on my right."
"Why?"
"I want to see if you're as good with your left hand as you are with your right," Bella whispered.
My eyes widened, my breathing hitched, and my fucking dick twitched. She still wants me to finger her with my mother on one side and Jasper sitting on her other side.
I didn't know if I was aroused or fucking scared. Yup, turned on.
I pulled out the other wicker chair and Bella slid in with a smirk. I took a deep breath as I sat down beside her. I was thankful that the large oval tables were draped with rich, dark tablecloths. As my family looked over the menu, I pulled Bella's chair as close to mine as possible. I held up my menu to block us from Emmett's view, who had been eyeing me for the past few minutes.
"If I manage to succeed and not embarrass us both in front of my entire family, what's my reward?" I was curious as to what she had in mind, and I had to admit that I was willing to beg to have her reciprocate in some manner—tonight.
Bella bit her lower lip, her brow furrowing slightly as if in thought. She gave me a naughty look that had me ready to leave. "When we get back to my place," she said in a raspy, fucking hot voice and paused for dramatic effect, the little devil. "I'll taste you." I gasped in surprise from her words and because her hand cupped my cock. My eyes rolled, but I managed to compose myself.
Fuck.
I grabbed the nearest glass of water to help cover my erratic breathing. I heard Bella's tinkling laughter as she looked at her menu, removing her hand from my aching erection.
"So Alice, what's good here?" she asked looking over her menu at my sister. She listened to everyone who decided to give an opinion. They all named just about each item on the menu; she only smiled and looked a bit overwhelmed.
"In other words, love, everything on the menu is delicious," I said, my smile matching hers. The table suddenly quieted.
"What did you call her?" Emmett asked from across the table. His mouth was agape, as was the rest of my family.
"What do you mean? I called her Bella." I went over the last sentence in my head; yes, Bella.
"No you didn't," Rosalie said, a look of confusion and surprise on her face.
"What are you two talking about?" I asked looking at Emmett, who was looking at Bella. I turned to look at her and noticed her shake her head.
"Never mind," Emmett said, looking back at his menu. I looked back at Bella but she averted her eyes from mine. I looked at my parents and noticed they were speaking in quiet whispers.
Am I really missing something here?
"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" I asked looking at Emmett and then Bella.
"Edward, it's nothing really," Bella said.
"If it's nothing, then tell me," I demanded.
Bella sighed in defeat. "You called me 'love,"" she whispered as her hands fidgeted in her lap.
"I did?"
"You did sweetheart," Esme said with a small smile.
I sat there confused because I seriously did not remember calling her anything but her name. After a few minutes, a waiter came to our table to take our order, interrupting my thoughts.
What the hell did it mean?
My parents ordered fresh oysters on the half shell, a lobster and crab dip and spring rolls for all of us to share for appetizers and then we all ordered our own meals. Another waiter, probably in his early twenties, began taking drink orders. I noticed his eyes fixate on Bella as he made his way over his to us.
"What drink can I get for you, sir?" He asked me, but his eyes were still on Bella's legs. I placed my hand on her thigh and glared at him. His cheeks flushed as his eyes traveled from my hand to my eyes.
"I'll just have a beer, whatever is on tap," I snapped.
"What can I get you, miss?" he asked her, his eyes on her face. That's right, buddy, eyes off her body.
"I'll try the Tropical Itch," Bella said to the waiter named Joe.
"That's a favorite among the beautiful ladies, miss." He winked and left quickly, just as I was about to get up and tear him a new one. I was sitting right beside her and he still chose to flirt, idiot.
Bella giggled and I heard Jasper and Emmett laughing, too. They must have seen the exchange.
"Damn Edward, what the hell is the matter with you?" Emmett asked, trying to compose himself.
I glared at him. "Nothing," I grumbled. The red haze started to flare up again. Couldn't I enjoy one night without someone trying to eye-fuck my, um, what do I call her?
"Edward, you're being ridiculous," Bella whispered in my ear. "How's the hand?" I looked at her as she took my right hand in hers. The bruising was a little red from last night and a knuckle was sore.
"It doesn't hurt. It's fine," I whispered, enjoying the intimacy of her touch. Our eyes locked, a small smile played on her lips. I wondered if she felt it too, the charge that I usually felt in her presence.
"What happened to your hand?" Jasper asked, eying me curiously. I shook my head, trying to tell him not to bring it up.
"What about Edward's hand?" my mother asked beside me.
Too late.
"It's nothing, mother, just some light bruising. It's no big deal."
I tried to play it off, but she held out her hand so she could examine me. Bella released my hand with a giggle. I rolled my eyes and placed my hand in my mother's small one.
"How did you do that son?" Carlisle asked, his eyes looking my hand over, too.
"He helped me with a difficult patient yesterday," Bella answered for me.
"Patient?" Emmett stated like a question. I groaned internally. The thought of him knowing that Bella was a sex therapist made my head pound. Now I would never hear the end of it.
"Yes, patient. I can't go into detail because of doctor-patient confidentially." Bella shrugged her shoulders.
"What kind of doctor are you?" Emmett asked, clearly not pleased with her answer.
Bella bit her lower lip and looked hesitant, not that I blamed her. "Emmett, I'm a sex therapist."
Emmett paled, then gaped, then turned slightly pink before he started laughing hysterically. Here it comes.
"Edward…Bella…sex…oh …so much fun…" Emmett gasped incoherencies.
"Emmett, if you choose to make fun of me or Edward on this matter, I will analyze you in front of everyone. Trust me, it won't be pretty." Bella cocked an eyebrow, daring him to continue. I smiled as Emmett went pale and shut up. "Yes, Emmett you should be on my couch for an hour a week, too," Bella chastised.
Then everyone else, including Rosalie, laughed.
"That was wonderful, love." I kissed her cheek still laughing. Bella cocked her head to one side with a small smile. And then I realized what I said.
I do call her love. Why do I call her love?
The laughter died down as drinks started to arrive, and thankfully, Joe was not one of our servers. I set aside my thoughts on why I called Bella "love" to analyze later.
We enjoyed pleasant conversation with my mother about Bella's project, even discussing the possibility of creating a foundation. Bella's hand squeezed my thigh under the table when the appetizers arrived. I gave her my full attention and she gave me a smile.
I mouthed "now" and she bit her lower lip, nodding. I looked at my family, who were busy talking and grabbing appetizers. I nodded, taking a few oysters and spring rolls for myself. Bella did the same with a smile.
I was nervous, not only because I was afraid of getting caught, but because I wasn't sure if I could maintain my composure. The thought of her wet, warm and throbbing had my body reacting.
I kept an eye on Bella. Her smile widened as my hand brushed up her thigh. I took a deep breath and slid my hand higher up her thigh. I gently bit into a spring roll to help suppress a groan as I reached where her panties should be. She had gone commando.
Damn.
I shifted slightly in my chair, my pants getting uncomfortable. I stroked her slit a few times and noticed she was wet and fucking warm. I bit my lower lip and felt her clamp her thighs around me. I wanted to taste her again, bring my fingers to my mouth.
I continued eating my appetizers, watching Bella from the corner of my eyes. Her eyes closed for a moment, her teeth clamping down on her lip. I smiled and I slid a finger inside her. My thumb rubbed around her clit, teasing her. I slipped my finger and barely grazed the edges of where she wanted me most, causing her to shoot me a glare. I winked and plunged two fingers inside her, and caused her to moan softly.
Bella
Fuck, does he know how to use those long fingers. Remember to breathe.
I took a deep breath, taking bite of a spring roll. Edward's fingers curled inside me and I clamped my legs shut in surprise. Edward softly chuckled beside me as he took an oyster and slurped up the muscle. I rolled my eyes and he added a third finger, and even though the angle didn't allow for deep penetration, he hit the right spot. I gasped, my thighs automatically tightening as he continued to thrust his fingers inside me. I took an oyster, letting it slide down my throat as his thumb rubbed my clit with renewed vigor.
Fuck. I felt that familiar warmth and coil in the pit of my stomach as Edward expertly brought me closer to another orgasm. He noticed as my walls started to tighten around his fingers, and quickened his pace. He wanted to get me off quickly to avoid suspicion, as we were both quiet and not joining in with the conversations around the table.
Edward leaned in to whisper softly, barely audible. "Come for me, Bella."
I gasped slightly, but it was muffled as Edward placed a kiss on my lips. My lower body trembled as I gave into his request.
God, I love his hands.
Edward
I covered Bella's audible sounds with a kiss on her lips. Her release covered my hand and down one of her thighs. I removed my hand slowly and pulled out a handkerchief from the pocket in my pants to clean myself up.
I watched Bella as her eyes closed several times trying to calm her breathing. Her chest rose and fell with every deep breath. Bella took a drink of her cocktail and excused herself from the table, I wanted to follow her, but Alice and Rosalie decided to join her.
I waited a few minutes before excusing myself to go to the bathroom. I washed my hands and thought of my reward. I hoped she meant what she said about tasting me. I wanted her mouth on me, everywhere. The thought of her lips around my cock had me adjusting myself.
I had never done anything like what I'd just done. I must admit, it made it more erotic and fucking hot. I wondered if she'd be willing to reciprocate under the table, then realized that I'd never be able to stay quiet.
When I returned to the table, Bella, Alice, and Rosalie were already there. I sat beside Bella again as a waiter brought me another beer. Bella refused another drink and I asked her why.
"One of us has to drive back to our buildings." Of course, she was right. I watched and listened as my family asked her questions about her project, her education and anything in general. We continued quiet conversations amongst one another when dinner arrived.
Alice cleared her throat suddenly. "Guess what I found out while I helped in Payroll today, Bella?" Bella stiffened beside me and glared at my sister.
Alice smiled widely. "Saturday is Bella's twenty-eighth birthday." Bella glared at her and mumbled "payback is a bitch, little pixie stick." Jasper chuckled beside her, apparently he heard her, too.
"I don't celebrate birthdays, Alice," Bella stated firmly. "Besides we already made plans."
"Plans?" Esme asked Bella beside me.
"Yes, we decided to take a drive down to Snoqualmie Falls Saturday."
"We?" my father asked Bella. I rolled my eyes.
"We as in me and Bella and the others," I answered my father.
"It sounds like you don't want us to join you, Edward." Emmett feigned that he was hurt.
"Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday this weekend?" I asked Bella, everyone's eyes on her.
She seemed reluctant to answer, but saw that everyone was looking at her. "I don't like to celebrate my birthday," she said softly, looking down at her lap. "Because it's also the same day my parents died."