Hey, guys! Sorry I took so long to update, but I think you guys will like this chapter!
The songs for this chapter were chosen by Claire and Glenis.
Claire's song: "Say Aah" - Trey Songz
Glenis' song: "Read Your Mind" - Avant
Thanks!
- JayBee
BPOV
After Edward and I got past my suspicions of him cheating, things continued the way they were before. Almost perfect, apart from the little arguments we would have. After I went home that
night, I realized how stupid it was of me to assume things like that, but in those moments, I don't stop to think if I'm being rational or not. Yeah, I still felt like I didn't deserve him at times, but
things had calmed down enough that we could enjoy each other's company without any major worries.
We were going to a club tonight with Alice, Brian, and another couple, so Alice and I were shopping for outfits.
Alice had already picked out her outfit; a black sequined spaghetti-strap shirt with dark-wash skinny jeans and black heels. I was walking behind her as she looked through racks of clothes for
me. I hated shopping when I was looking for something specific.
We were in H&M, and I stopped walking through the store, slumping my shoulders. "Aliiice, can't I just wear something from my closet?"
She turned around and walked over to me. "What? Absolutely not." That was all she said before she turned back around and continued walking through the store. She held something out in front
of herself, and I jumped when she screamed. "Bella! This is perfect!" She turned toward me, holding up a silver halter top and black shorts. The shirt had a very low-cut back, and the shorts looked
like they'd be tight.
I looked at her like she was crazy, and she gave me a disapproving look back. I liked wearing sexy clothes, but this was…too much. "Alice…I…"
"Come on! You'll look amazing in this! It's your size! And Edward will love it. I'm getting it."
She turned and quickly walked over to the register, picking up a pair of heels on the way.
I ran over to her. "Alice! Okay, okay. We'll get them. But let me pay! They're for me."
She gave a simple "No." before turning back to the register and paying.
I sighed heavily as we walked out of the store. "You know, you Cullens need to learn how to let others pay once in a while."
Alice shrugged. "We do let others pay. I just wanted to pay this one time. And if you're talking about Edward…good luck on that one. He'd never let you pay for anything."
"He said I could take him out and pay for everything one day," I stated matter-of-factly.
"Like I said, good luck with that."
I wasn't going to argue with her about it. If Edward said I could take him out on a date, he'd keep his word.
"Bella, he loves you. A lot. Buying you things is just one of his ways of showing it."
"I know he does. It annoys me that he never lets me pay, but I'm glad that he's the type of guy to treat his girlfriends nicely."
She shook her head. "He didn't treat his other girlfriends the way he treats you, Bella. And trust me when I say he's never looked at them the way he looks at you."
I let her words linger as I thought about what she said. I knew he loved me, and I loved him. I adored the fact that others could see his love for me.
After walking around a little while longer, we got cinnamon buns from Cinnabon, and sat down, stuffing our faces.
"Oh, my God! I can never get over how good these are."
I dipped a piece in the extra cup of icing I got, and bit into it. "Mmmm. I know!" I had a few more pieces before speaking again. "I haven't seen Jessica in such a long time." She and Mike were the
other couple coming with us tonight.
"Really? Oh! Did I tell you she got implants?"
"What? Like for…her boobs?"
"No, her forehead. Yes, her boobs!" Alice glanced around when she realized she screamed the last part.
We both cracked up, and people turned there heads to stare. I did not care. I couldn't believe she'd gotten a boob job! Jessica got a boob job! How could someone not laugh? Mike was probably
ecstatic.
We finished eating and left, blasting Backstreet Boys songs on the way home.
When we got home, I parked in front of my house and got out of the car.
"Thanks for the ride, Bella! I'll see you later." She turned and began walking home.
I held the shopping bag up. "Thanks for the…clothes!" I heard her laugh as I turned around to go inside.
The house was quiet when I got inside. "Dad?" I guessed he wasn't home because his car wasn't outside, but I just wanted to make sure. When I didn't hear an answer, I went upstairs, changed
into comfy clothes, and lay down for a little bit.
I got up when I heard Edward's voice outside.
"That's great! Just line up your knuckles!"
I walked over to my window and looked down. I couldn't help but smile when I saw Edward with the little boy who lived in the house between ours. His name was Max, and he was only seven.
It looked as if Edward was teaching him how to swing a baseball bat. I sat there for half an hour, just watching them. After spending time teaching him how to swing, Edward tried to teach him how
to throw and catch the ball. Watching them was so entertaining, and they were so cute together. I opened my window to hear them better.
"Max, look. Like this." Edward held a baseball in his left hand and a glove on the other one. Max had the ball in his right and the glove on his left, standing next to Edward. Edward brought his arm back
and threw the ball as Max watched. It was Max's turn to throw the ball, but when he brought his arm back, Edward stopped him.
"Wait. Don't throw it yet. Bring your arm allllll the way back." He held Max's wrist and pulled it back slowly as Max made n uncomfortable face. "I know it feels weird. But the way you were gonna throw it is
the way amateur's throw it. Bring your arm back as far as you can, and you'll be able to throw as far as Gardner."
Max gave him a weird look and I laughed. "Oh, yeah. You don't know who Gardner is, do you? I forgot you were a Mets fan. …We'll just have to change that." He laughed, but his face straightened when Max
spoke.
"My dad says I have to be a Mets fan." His glasses were falling down the bridge of his nose and he used his finger to push them back up.
I saw Edward's chest jut out as he took in a deep breath. "You're dad. Right."
He wanted to tell Max not to listen to his dad, but he knew it wasn't his place to say something like that. He didn't like Max's dad, and not because of the Mets thing. Mr. Radkey never really paid any
attention to his son or his wife, and Edward always told me that he didn't know how amazing they were. He was away on business trips most of the time, and Edward said that once in a while Max
would comment on how much he missed his dad. I was glad Edward would do things like this with him. And the amazing part was that Edward never let his anger show when he was doing things with
Max.
Edward handed Max the bat again, showing him how to hold it. "Remember what I said? Line up your back knuckles." He twisted Max's hands on the bat until they were placed correctly. "Don't lock your
knees. Bend them while you're standing so you don't get hurt when you swing the bat." Max bent his knees, and I laughed again because he looked so determined, but awkward. Such a cute kid. I noticed
that his blonde hair was messy like Edward's, and I wondered if he'd done that on purpose.
"Okay, let's try another stance. Look at me. Like this." Edward held his hands up as if he was holding a bat, and showed him how to stand. "Look at my legs. Lean back and bend your back knee, but keep
your front leg straight. When you swing the bat…" He swung in slow motion. "…Lift your back heel and twist your ankle, like this." Max mimicked his actions, but it took him a few tries to get it down.
After a few minutes of doing it back-to-back, I knew Edward was going to fix Max's swing next, and I was right. "Okay, your stance looks great, buddy. Swing the bat again." Max swung, and it was obvious
he was getting tired. His swings weren't as quick as they were before. "Great job. Just don't drop the bat halfway through your swing. Swing it allllll the way back. That way, you'll hit the ball harder. And you
can hit home runs like Cano!" Max gave him a blank stare at the Yankee name and Edward tried again, his eyebrows shooting up as he spoke excitedly. "You can hit home runs like David Wright!"
"Yeah!" I had to laugh at Max's reaction. It was so easy to get kids excited.
Edward went to stand behind him. "Alright, Max. Swing. As hard as you can. And make sure you bring the bat all the way back. Far back enough so that it hits me."
Max looked back. "What?"
Edward laughed. "Hit me!"
Max swung as hard as he could, and hit Edward. I knew it didn't hurt – the bat was made of plastic – but Edward fell on the ground, groaning and clutching just below his chest.
"Awww…Maxxx…"
Max turned around and got on his knees, pushing his glasses up with his finger again. "Edward? I'm gonna call my mommy!"
Edward laughed and got up, picking Max up and setting him on the ground. "I'm just joking around! Don't call your mom. That was great, Max!" He threw his hands in the air. "You're ready to be a pro!"
"Yeah!" Max jumped up and down, and then stood still for a second. "But…um…what's an achur?"
Edward put one end of the bat on the ground and put a hand on the other end, leaning on it."An achur?"
"You said I was gonna throw the ball like an achur. 'Member?"
Edward's face lit up when he remembered what he'd said earlier. "Ohhh! An amateur. An amateur is someone who…doesn't know what he – or she – is doing. Or like…someone who's new to something."
He was trying to make it as simple as possible for him, and for some reason, I loved that.
"Max! Dinner!" I looked at the time when Max's mom opened the front door and called him in. 6:00. We still had a few hours before we had to leave tonight.
Max turned to Edward. "I don't wanna go inside."
Edward shrugged and brought a hand up. "Sorry, bud. Whatever your mom says, goes."
They walked toward the door together, Edward carrying everything as Max began running toward his mom.
"Mom! Edward says I can be a pro!"
"Is that so? Well, if you become a pro and leave, who's going to keep your dad and me company?"
Edward laughed as Max slumped his shoulders and went inside. "Moooooommm…"
"Did you thank Edward?"
I didn't hear Max because he was already inside, but Edward yelled out a, "You're welcome!" so I guess he thanked him.
His mom turned back toward Edward and gave him a thankful look. "Thank you so much, Edward. Really. He likes you a lot. And it means a lot to the both of us when you spend time with him. Especially
since Mark doesn't really spend time with him…"
Edward held his hand out to stop her. "No problem, Mrs. Radkey. Honestly, it's my pleasure. Max is such a good kid. And he's great at this. But I think his glasses bother him when he plays."
"Trust me, I've tried asking him to wear contacts. He hates having anything go near his eyes."
Edward and I laughed at the same time. "I don't blame him. I'm the same way. And besides, he's still young for things like contacts, so don't worry. Maybe in a few years."
She gestured inside. "Do you want to have dinner with us? Or at least take some home."
Edward put his hand on his stomach. "It smells delicious, but no thanks. I gotta go. Thank you."
She thanked him as he turned and began walking away. He quickly glanced up and did a double take when saw me, smiling as he jogged toward my house. I closed my window and went downstairs,
opening the front door as he walked up to the house.
"Hey, baby." He bent down and gave me a kiss before we went upstairs.
He sat on my bed and I sat in his lap, facing him and bringing my arms around his neck as he put his hands on my waist. I winced at the contact, and I was glad he didn't notice.
"You and Max were so adorable out there."
"I like Maximilian. Such a good kid."
"Edward, his name is Maxwell…"
He laughed lightly. "I know. But I like 'Maximilian'. I think he likes it too, because he thinks of it as 'Maximillion'. And if he likes it, then that's what I'm calling him."
I kissed his chin. "I wish his dad paid as much attention to him as you do, baby."
"I do too." He put his hand on my thigh and drew circles with his thumb. It was silent for a few minutes before he spoke again. "Hanging out with him is good practice for me, you know?"
I looked at him and cocked my head. "Practice?"
"Yeah."
I froze for a second, and looked away when I realized what he was thinking. All I could do was force out a laugh. Was he talking about practicing for our kids? Of course I wanted a…future…with
Edward, but thinking of details like that was scary. I focused on his hand on my thigh. His long fingers, his nails...
He drummed his fingers on my thigh and removed his hand. I looked up at him, and it was obvious that he was…he wasn't happy. I didn't have to say anything. He knew what I was thinking.
I pushed myself off his lap and sat in front of him. "I'm sorry."
He smirked and reached his arms out, grabbing my hands and pulling me back onto his lap. "Get back here. Why are you sorry?" He tried to hold my gaze, but I looked away. "Babe, come on. Am I
always gonna have to ask you to look at me?" I looked up at him, and the green of his eyes was soft and comforting. "Why are you sorry?"
"I'm sorry that I'm…that I can't…you knew my laugh was fake." I just wanted to apologize for not being as ready as he was for the future he wanted.
"Of course I knew." He shrugged. "But it's okay. I get it. I know how you are with commitment, Bella. I just thought I'd…put it out there. I should be the one apologizing. I know it's too soon."
"It's scary."
"It is scary. I agree. And we haven't been dating for a long time at all. But…I've known you for over half of my life, Bella. It doesn't feel as if we've just begun dating." To be honest, I agreed. It felt
like we'd been together for a few years now, and it made me feel even closer to him. "And I'm not thinking about having kids right now or anytime soon. Just…someday."
"You've really thought this through."
He gave a sheepish smile. "A little, yeah. The only thing I'm sure of is that I want kids some time in my life."
I thought about it for a second before answering truthfully. "I do, too."
He let out a heavy sigh. "I wanna have them with you." He dropped his head and I was shocked, only because I was usually the one to look away at times like these.
I bent my head down, trying to look into his eyes. "Excuse me, sir. Am I always gonna have to ask you to look at me?"
He let out a small laugh as he brought his head up. "I shouldn't have brought this up and thrown it on you like this. There's no point in speaking about this right now. And scaring you away is the
last thing I wanna do."
To be honest, thinking about having children still felt…weird, but I had to admit that it actually wasn't so bad if I thought about Edward being there with me.
I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know before I thought about the actual process of giving birth and had second thoughts. It must have been so hard for him to even bring this up.
"You can never scare me away." I looked into his eyes and held his gaze for a while. "I wanna have kids with you, too, Edward."
He wrapped his arms around me and I reveled in the warmth of his body, leaning into his chest.
I listened to his heartbeat as we sat there for a while.
I looked up at him when he sighed again. "I can't wait to marry you one day, Bella."
The thought of being married to Edward was…amazing. And the feeling took me by surprise. I was glad he'd brought up this topic. Thinking of having a future with someone always scared me, but
the way he spoke about it made it seem as if everything would work out.
At that moment, I thought of a small problem we might come across with the kids. "There's just one condition. With the kids, I mean."
"What is it?"
"However many we have, they have to be Devils fans."
He looked down at me with an incredulous look. "All of them?"
"Yeah."
He dropped his arms, but I stayed in his lap. "No deal. I'm not living with a bunch of Devils fans."
"I already broke the promise I made to myself about not dating any Rangers fans, Edward, and now I just spoke about marrying one." I looked away. I really hoped that he wouldn't bring up the fact
that Jake was a Rangers fan.
"Oh, well I'm sorry for making you break your promise to yourself."
I looked back at him, and it was obvious that he wasn't thinking about Jake at all. Did he think I regretted being with him? "Baby, that's not what I meant. That came out wrong."
"I'm not saying they all have to be Rangers fans, Bella. But what you want isn't fair to me!"
He was whining, and I had to stop to really look at him, because it was freaking adorable. He rarely ever whined.
…But I still didn't want my kids to be Rangers fans. "I don't wanna be rooting against my own kids."
"You think I want that? I want someone on my side, too."
I knew that what he wanted made more sense…
I'd never admit that, though. "Okay. They don't all have to be Devils fans…"
"Thank you."
He bent down to give me a kiss, but I pulled away. "…If you say the Rangers suck."
He laughed. "I don't know how many times I have to say 'never' before you understand that I'll never say it."
I decided to let it go for now, because I don't think anyone could ever make me say my Devils sucked.
I guess he didn't want to talk about it anymore either – I didn't blame him – because he picked me up and laid me down on the bed as he hovered over me. I had no idea where this came from, but I
was not complaining.
He smiled as he held the hem of my shirt with both hands, pulling it up as he looked at me. I winced again and his smile faltered. There was no doubt that he'd noticed this time.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." It was a wasted effort. I knew he wouldn't believe me.
He looked down and dropped my shirt quickly, moving his head to look at the left side of my body with wide eyes. "What is this?"
"Oh, yeah."
He looked at me then, eyes still wide. "Oh, yeah?" He checked my other side.
"It's only on one side."
He pushed himself off the bed and kneeled down next to me, reading the tattoo that covered me from the side of my hip to my underarm. "Wow. It's…well, it's not small. Why didn't you tell me you
were getting a tattoo?"
I turned my head to look at him and shrugged. "I knew you would try to stop me, and then we would probably end up fighting."
He looked up at me quickly before looking back down at the tattoo. "And you just got it so that even if I didn't approve, you already had it and there was nothing I could do about it."
He didn't sound like he was scolding me, but I had to make sure. "Are you mad?"
He shook his head quickly. "No, no. Don't think that. Sorry if that sounded mean. It's your body, baby. You can do whatever you want to it. I'm just…shocked." He laughed, bringing his hand up to
touch it. He pulled his hand back just as quickly, because obviously, if he touched it, it would hurt. "And now, guys have even more of a reason to stare at you."
"More?"
He got back on the bed and put his hands on either side of my head, holding his body over mine "Babe, come on. You're beautiful. And imagine how hot this is gonna look when you're wearing your
bikini."
Relief washed over me. He liked it. "It looks good?"
He nodded as he bent his head down and kissed my forehead. "It's pretty…"
My nose. "…fucking…"
And finally my lips. "…sexy."
We kissed softly for a few seconds, but he pulled away before we could get any further, and laughed when he heard me protest.
"When did you get it? I just saw you the other day."
I laughed, because I knew a swarm of questions were coming up. "Two days ago."
"Did you go alone?"
"No."
I tried not to laugh at the long silence that followed.
"…Do you wanna tell me who went with you?"
Not really.
"Alice."
He nodded slowly. "And I'm guessing she got one too?"
This was exactly why I didn't want to tell him who I went with. He was probably going to get mad at her. "Just a small star on the back of her neck. Babe, please don't act like you're her father or
something when you get home."
"Stop. Saying that. I'm not mad. I don't care if she got a tattoo." I couldn't tell if he was lying or not, which was weird, because usually, I was able to tell. "I'm just glad it wasn't Brian's name or some
shit like that." That sounded more truthful, and I laughed as he looked back at my tattoo. "Did it hurt?"
"Um…not as much as I thought it would. I just got impatient waiting for the guy to finish it. It's sore now, but the pain should go away by tomorrow or the next day."
"So, who is it about?"
It was a tattoo of lyrics from Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters." I got it done in two lines, because it didn't all fit in one line. That probably made it look even bigger.
The lyrics read: So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trust in who we are. …And nothing else matters.
He knew they were Metallica lyrics, but I don't know why he asked who it was about. It was clearly about him. Who else would it be about? "Baby, can I ask you something?" I sat up and looked down
at my stomach, pulling my shirt back down.
Edward got off and sat in front of me. "Of course."
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
He looked panicked for a second and then relaxed a bit. "No. Why?"
"When you gave me the tickets to the game that day, you were so happy that I was gonna take you, and it was like you didn't expect me to take you with me." When he heard what I wanted to
ask about, he relaxed a lot more, and it was easier for me continue. "And now…why are you asking me who the tattoo's about? Isn't it obvious? It's about us."
"I don't know. I thought maybe it could be about a best friend or something…"
"Well, who would that be?" Now that we were dating, were we not best friends anymore? That's not how these things worked.
He smiled, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. "Me."
I made a goofy face, and was relieved when he laughed. "Duhhh!"
He looked away. "Bells, I didn't wanna bring this up. I mean, I got mad at you when you said this. But I feel like…you could do so much better than me, baby. I don't des –"
Was he fucking kidding me? My face dropped. "Edward, don't say that. Ever. I don't wanna hear that shit." He looked back at me when I cursed. I'm glad I got his attention, because this was ridiculous.
This walking Greek God that every girl wanted thought he didn't deserve me? Unbelievable. "I told you that you were perfect, Edward. And I meant it. Don't think you're anything less."
He kept quiet and I brought my head next to his, whispering in his ear. "I love you so much, baby."
"I love you, too, Bella. Always."
I couldn't see him like this, and for such a stupid reason. He sounded so sad.
I smiled then, because I knew something that would cheer him up for the time being. I tugged at his earlobe with my teeth and he shuddered, taking the hint.
God, he was adorable.
"Ungh…Bella, we don't have time."
Then I'd make time. Because right now, I needed him, and I wanted to make him feel good.
I moved my head enough to look out the window. The sun was only beginning to set. "We have plenty of time." I slid off the side of the bed and kneeled down. He was just sitting there watching me,
and I realized that he didn't know what I wanted. I reached over the bed and grabbed his ankles, pulling him to the side of the bed so that his legs were dangling off. I put my hands on his thighs and
felt his muscles tense as I pushed myself up, bringing my face right in front of his. "Baby…"
His voice was breathy when he spoke. "Yeah."
I thought twice about telling him what I wanted to do to him and kept quiet for a second. He turned his head to the side and his eyes were already a shade darker. I loved the way he could get
worked up so quickly.
He bent his head slightly and kissed me fervently, wasting no time. I felt his tongue battle with mine before he moved to my neck. He bit it lightly and licked at the same spot, pulling away quickly.
I moved my head to look at him, and his face looked…disgusted?
He looked back and forth between my eyes and my neck. "Did you put something on your neck?"
Shit. "Lotion." It was unscented, but I guess it tasted bitter.
Note to self: Your boyfriend likes kissing and nibbling on your neck. Stop putting crap on it.
"Is it on your entire body?" I looked at him apologetically and nodded. He moved a bit, and I stood up as he got off the bed and walked toward the door. What was he doing?
I smiled when he closed and locked it, turning on the light before walking back over with a huge smirk on his face. "Now, what were you doing on the floor a little while ago? Was there something
you wanted?"
I put my hands on his shoulders as I pushed myself up and whispered in his ear again. Edward loved dirty talk, and I knew what he wanted to hear.
"Your cock…in my mouth."
"Fuck." He grabbed my hips and I gasped in pain. "Sorry." He put his right hand on my arm and his hands moved over my body as I slid down.
His hands were on the button of his jeans, popping it open before pulling down his zipper. He was already hard as I pulled his pants down. I licked him through his boxers a few times before sucking
on the head of his dick, eliciting a low moan from him.
"Ugh…fuck yeah…suck it…fuck…more…"
I knew his nice side had gone out the window. He was starting to get pushy, which was amusing.
I hooked my thumbs over his waistband and pulled his boxers down his legs, looking up at him as he grabbed his dick and stroked it a few times.
He trailed the head along my lips and let out a soft groan before tapping my bottom lip with it. "Open your mouth."
Did he think he had control? That was not how this was happening. I gave a close-mouth smile and backed away when he thrust his hips forward.
"Bellaaa…come onnn." He whimpered and I had to stop myself from laughing. Pushy Edward was gone already. This was too fun. "Please, baby?"
"Alright…Since you asked nicely…"
I knew he loved the teasing almost as much as I did, even if he didn't admit it.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and bent my head forward, licking the tip, tasting the pre-cum that had already formed there. I didn't like thinking that his cum was in my mouth, but I told
myself to get the fuck over it – because seriously, it wasn't something he controlled. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and licked around the rim, then pressed the tip of my tongue into
the slit. He took in a sharp breath and I held onto his hips when his knees buckled. I took him out of my mouth and stroked him slowly a few times as he took a few steps back and sat on the bed.
I scooted closer between his legs and took the head in my mouth again, suckling on it gently.
Edward let out a low moan and lay back, propping himself up on his elbows to watch. I engulfed as much of his cock as I could, and used my hands to stroke what I couldn't fit in my mouth. His
head dropped back and he groaned, spreading his legs wider. I took that as an invitation and brought one of my hands down to fondle his balls lightly.
He thrust his hips up slightly and began panting I loved seeing him come undone.
I put my hands on his hips to hold them down and moaned loudly. He grunted, and – fuck – no sound was more beautiful than the sounds he made at times like this. I felt myself getting wet, but
ignored it as best as I could.
"Bella…unghhh…shit…shitshit…" His hand went to my head and he ran his fingers through my hair. I knew he was trying hard not to push my head down.
I pulled my mouth off of him, stroking him quickly as I spoke. "Baby…look at me." He managed to bring his head up and roll it to the side, laying it on his shoulder, eyes clenched shut. I slowed down
my strokes and squeezed his cock, causing more pre-cum to leak out as I rubbed my thumb over the head, spreading it around. I brought my face close to his cock, making sure he felt my breath
on it when I spoke. "Open your eyes, Edward…please?" I asked like a little kid and pouted.
His eyes opened into little slits and he groaned. "Oh, fuck. Don't pout right now, Bella. …Too…too much…" I relaxed my throat before taking him in all the way. "Jesus – fuck!"
I wrapped my thumb and index finger around the base of his cock, bobbing my head up and down and sucking hard on the head when I got to the tip.
"Shit, baby…just…fuck…just like that…harder…ughhhhhh…" He started grunting and I felt his dick twitch against my tongue. He was close.
He tugged gently at my hair, and pushed at my shoulders when I didn't move. He was panting hard. "Bella…I'm cl – I'm close." I pressed my tongue flat against the head of his dick, and quickly
considered swallowing. The thought grossed me out, but he would love it. And I began this whole thing to make him feel better, right? "Baby…I can't…shit…I can't hold it…" He shut his eyes tightly
and his mouth hung open.
I thought against swallowing at the last moment and had another idea. I pulled my mouth off, but instead of finishing him off with my hands, pulled my hands away as well.
His eyes snapped open, and shit, they were almost black. "What are you…what are you doing?"
He was going to fucking kill me. "Say it."
"H-huh? Baby, please…please. Finish me off…"
"Say it."
"Say what? Make me cum and I swear. I swear I'll say anything you want. Just…please."
I looked down at his cock, the head red and swollen. This was for him and I felt bad for him, but if there was any time I could make him say it, it would be now. "Say the Rangers suck."
"What? N-n-no." He was speaking through his teeth.
I bent my head down and licked from his balls to the tip of his cock. He hissed and thrust his hips up as I brought my head back up. "Say it."
I really didn't know why I was doing this. As I said, I loved seeing him come undone like this, but he looked pissed.
"Fuck this." He brought a hand down to his dick, obviously going to finish himself off.
I grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to his sides. "I hope you know that you're not coming until you say it."
And these were the kinds of things that let me know he loved the teasing. He could have easily pulled his wrists free of my grasp. Instead, he lay there, letting me do this to him.
I felt my own desire rise even more, and rubbed my thighs together to try to relieve some pressure. Edward was staring at my legs, and I bent down again, taking him in my mouth as I lightly
scraped my teeth against his length.
He gasped unsteadily. "Ah! Okay! Okay, they suck. The Rangers suck!"
I was going to make him say it again, but he would definitely murder me. I scraped my teeth against his shaft again as he let out a loud moan. "Fucking…I'm gonna – unghh! – cum! Bella, get off!"
I sucked hard on his length as I moved my head up, flicking my tongue against the head before taking him completely out. I brought my hand in front of his cock just in time to catch his spurts of
release, and his body went limp as he let out a heavy sigh. He propped himself up on his elbows and stared at me as I looked down at my palm. I scooped up some of his cum on my finger and
brought it to my mouth, tasting it.
It…wasn't bad, actually. Kind of bitter, but kind of…sweet? Nothing I couldn't get used to. I looked up at Edward and bit my bottom lip as I smiled at him.
"Fucking…damn, Bella." That's all he said before he fell back on the bed and I got up to wash my hands.
When I got back, he was still lying down on the bed. His pants were pulled up, but his zipper was down. I walked over to him and zipped him up before lying down on top of him with my head
on his chest.
"I told you I'd make you say it someday."
He turned his head to me. "You're evil."
"Are you mad?"
I was relieved when he shook his head and smirked. "Not at all. But no one can ever know that I said that. No one." He stroked my hair. "But that completely took me by surprise, Bella.
I wasn't…mad. Just frustrated."
I giggled and brought my hand to his, lacing our fingers together. "That's the whole point."
"I know." He brought my hand up and kissed it. "Thank you, baby."
"It was my pleasure."
He laughed at what I said and pulled his hand out of mine, trailing it down my body. "You didn't seem completely…satisfied before." His hand dipped into my sweatpants and I gasped before
bringing my hand over his and stopping him.
"Baby, we really don't have time." I regretted stopping him, but we had to get ready. He looked at the time and sighed, pulling his hand out.
"Can I watch you get ready?"
Sometimes, he was too cute for words.
"Oh. I'm going dressed like this." I was in sweats and a t-shirt – obviously not club apparel.
He gave me a once over with a confused look on his face. "Really?"
I sat up and he followed. "Yeah. You said even dressed like this, I was more beautiful than any other girl."
He nodded his head. "And I meant it. That's fine. You can wear whatever you want to."
And sometimes, he was too gullible.
But I couldn't really say anything. I was more gullible than he was. I laughed at him and he laughed back, realizing I was kidding. "Edward, I'm not going dressed like this! I just wanted to see
what you'd say. Come on."
We stood up and Edward went home to get ready. When he got back, I was only halfway done getting ready.
His hair was wet and combed back. He'd obviously just gotten out of the shower.
"Bells, can I use your gel? I ran out."
"Yupp."
He went into the bathroom, and I almost told him to leave his hair the way it was, only because he looked so different that way. I loved his hair when it was combed back, but I rarely saw it like
that. I didn't even bother telling him not to change it. He'd never go somewhere with his hair like that.
He came back a few minutes later, his hair in its usual spiky mess. In a way, I was happy he didn't keep it combed back. I don't think I've ever seen someone pull off the bed-head look as well as
Edward does.
Instead of complaining about me not being ready, he sat on my chair and watched me run around getting dressed and putting on makeup. I did my hair last, making it pin-straight.
"Bells?"
"Yeah, babe."
"What if we only have one kid? Then what?"
"Um…" I turned my head around to look at him. He was talking about the hockey teams. "Then he or she chooses."
"So then, if we have more than one, can they all just choose who they want?"
I smiled at him, loving the fact that he wanted them to choose. Them. It was strange thinking about children…we were nowhere near having them. And yet, I actually liked thinking about
raising kids with Edward.
It amazed me that my thoughts about having children with someone had changed completely. The feeling of fear was gone, and I was so glad.
"That would be great, Edward. It's only fair. For them and for us."
"Do you think it's weird that we're talking about kids and we haven't had sex yet?"
"No." Why would that be weird?
"Good."
I turned back around, still smiling as I continued with my hair. When I was done, I turned off my hair straightener and turned around to face him. "So?"
He stood up immediately and walked over to me, putting his hands on my upper arms and bending his head down to give me a quick kiss on the lips. "You look so sexy, baby."
"So do you. Look at those huge biceps." I squeezed his bicep, half-teasing him.
I say half, because…well, he did have big arms. He was wearing a dark green t-shirt and ripped jeans, looking pretty sexy himself.
He laughed and I grabbed his hand, pulling him along as I left my room and walked down the stairs, leaving my house.
"Mm, mm, mm."
I dropped his hand and turned around. He was shamelessly staring at my ass, and I laughed. "What are you doing?"
"Enjoying the view." He looked back up at me. "Babe, don't take this the wrong way, but you kind of remind me of Sammi right now."
"Sammi?"
"From Jersey Shore."
My jaw dropped. "Edward! She's like a slut!"
He shrugged. "She's hot."
I raised an eyebrow. Because of my hair and the way I was dressed, I understood what he meant. But Sammi? Really?
He gave me a huge grin. "But you're the hottest."
"Nice save."
We walked over to his house, waiting for Alice and Brian to come out. Emmett was mad that he couldn't come, and I didn't blame him. It sucked being too young to do things.
We got in the Audi Q7, picking up Jessica and Mike on the way to the club.
When we got out of the car and began walking toward the club, I noticed Edward blatantly staring at Jessica's chest. I elbowed him and opened my eyes wide, glaring.
He rubbed his arm. "Ow…what? I can't help it. They're so huge. And ugly." I was glad to hear him say they were ugly, because seriously, I couldn't compete with her. They were freaking
humongous. "One of them is like the size of your head." Everyone stared at us as we laughed. Edward was exaggerating, but they could've been the size of someone's head.
When we got into the club, we found a little lounge area in the corner and sat down, just talking and drinking for a while.
I went up to dance with Alice and Jessica, and the guys just hung out by the lounge. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned around with a huge grin.
"Edwa…Jake?"
"Hey, Bells! What are you doing here?"
"Uh…" Jake? Here? Why? Why now? "I'm here with uh…Alice…and a couple of old friends."
"Oh…" He took a step toward me. I'd forgotten how big – and welcoming – his grin was.
"And – and – Edward!" I quickly glanced back and noticed that the girls had left.
"Oh." He took a step back, and I relaxed. Why had I even panicked? And why hadn't I mentioned Edward before? My mind was racing. But why? Should I be mad at Jacob? I know he didn't get
me that drunk on purpose the day we went out, but Edward would flip out if I started talking to Jake again. "You guys are…dating now, right?"
"How'd you know?"
He shrugged and laughed. "People talk." We stood there in silence for a few seconds, the sounds of music blasting and people screaming surrounding us. "Bells, he's not as amazing as you
think he is."
I felt my anger rise immediately. "Yes. He. Is! He's more amazing than I could ever fucking imagine." He jumped a bit and I didn't blame him, because I scared myself when I yelled. I don't know
where the anger came from, but I was fuming. Who was he to bring Edward down like that?
I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me back toward the body it was attached to. If not from the grip and the feel of the body, I knew it was Edward because he made sure not to touch
my tattoo. "Don't fucking call her Bells. Come on, baby." He didn't sound mad, and I knew he was trying to keep things calm.
"Dude, she can speak for herself."
I felt Edward's body stiffen as his arm tightened around me. He turned us around and we began walking away when I looked up at him. "Wait." He gave me a confused look as I walked back the
short distance to Jacob.
I didn't care if he hadn't gotten me drunk on purpose. Edward would've made sure I didn't get anywhere near the drunken state I was at that night. "You're not allowed to call me Bells." I held
both middle fingers up. Edward could speak for me whenever he wanted to. "Fuck you, Jacob! Enjoy your fucking life."
Damn. That felt good.
I turned back around and Edward was beaming at me as I smiled back.
"You know, Edward, maybe it's time you told her!"
I looked up at Edward as we walked away. "Tell me what?"
He looked down at me shaking his head. "I don't know, baby. He's fucking delusional."
I wasn't going to disagree that Jacob had issues.
"Bells, please tell me you noticed that he was gonna flirt with you before you mentioned my name."
He'd seen it. Which meant that he knew I hadn't mentioned his name at first. "Yeah…I – I noticed." Neither of us said anything else.
As we were walking back to the lounge area, a techno remix of "Umbrella" blasted throughout the club and Edward looked at me with wide eyes. I laughed as he grabbed my hand and jerked
me toward the dance floor. I was glad he let the whole Jacob thing blow over.
I turned around and led him to the center of the dance floor. I didn't care that we were surrounded by so many people. He stood behind me and I turned my back to him as he grabbed my hips. I
pushed his left hand lower on my hip.
He brought his head down to my ear as we began grinding. "Sorry, baby. I forgot."
"It's okay."
I rotated my hips in a circle and thought I heard him grunt. Keeping my legs straight, I bent my body forward, bending all the way down and touching the ground. When I shook my ass, I was sure
I heard him grunt. I felt his hand on my bare back, and I looked back at him with a smirk.
"Fuck, Bella. Hell yeah."
I rolled back up, my head turned to the side, and he brought his head down. His lips met mine and our eyes closed as his fingers splayed across my stomach as he pulled me closer to his body.
I felt his tongue wrestle with mine as our grinding gradually slowed down until we stopped completely. I turned around and grabbed his hair with both hands, causing him to moan into my mouth
as I moaned back.
He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine as I opened my eyes to look at him.
"I wish we were home right now."
I gave him a peck on the lips and nodded, because yeah, that sounded great. We couldn't just leave, though. He gave me a kiss before holding my hand and leading me back to the lounge area.
We hung out for a few more hours – drinking, dancing, talking to people – and left around 2:00. I didn't realize how tired I was until we got in the car. Brian was our designated driver, so I was
glad that I got to sit in the back with Edward.
I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to Edward calling my name. I was curled up into a ball, half on the car seat and half in Edward's lap. I looked up at him and stretched my body out, going
back to sleep.
I heard him laugh and he poked my arm. "Babe, come on. Everyone's already home."
"Good." I didn't care. I didn't want to get up. Edward was warm, and his legs made a comfy pillow.
"Izzy, come on. Get up. You just have to walk a few feet, and then you can go inside and sleep."
"Can you…not…call me that?" He did it just to make me get up, but again, I was too comfy.
I heard him sigh and mumble a "You're impossible." before I felt him slip out from under me and get out of the car. He picked me up and carried me, with one arm under my knees and another under
my back. I cracked an eye open to look at him and opened my eyes fully when I saw the way he was looking down at me.
"Put me down."
He set me down a few feet from the front door of my house. "What happened?"
"I don't know. I should be the one asking you that. Why did you look so sad just now?"
"Just…a bad memory."
Bad memory? "Do you wanna…" I couldn't stop the yawn that escaped, and Edward laughed. "…Talk about it?"
"No, baby. It's nothing big, and it's in the past. Please, just go sleep. You're swaying back and forth." I let out a weak laugh as he laughed again.
He put a hand on each of my arms and pushed me toward the front door.
Wait.
I realized he paid for everything again tonight! I turned around. I meant for my voice to be stern, but it sounded…sleepy. "Edward, when am I gonna pay for everything when we go out?"
"Bella."
"Hmm?"
"Your eyes are closed." He stifled a laugh.
What? I snapped my eyes open. When had I closed my eyes?
"How about you just make it to your bed without tripping up the stairs for tonight, and we'll figure out when you're gonna pay another day? You're tipsy, you're falling asleep; I'm kind of drunk, and
I wanna sleep, too."
"'Kay. Can I get a kiss?"
"Yes, baby. You don't have to ask."
He bent down and gave me a quick kiss before pulling back. "I love you, Bella. Good night."
"Good night…love you…too."
I opened the door slowly, walking up the stairs and into my room with the same pace. I walked to my window and looked down. Edward was still standing in front of my house, looking up at my
bedroom window. I waved at him, and he waved back before turning around to go home.
I took my shirt and shorts off, my head barely touching my pillow before I fell into a deep sleep.
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