Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.
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PS1: For those that don't know, I posted outtakes for this story. It's about Edward. And I'm working on more outtakes right now.
PS2: I've failed to reply, but I promise to get back to them and answer everyone. I've had some problems in RL.
PS3: There is a new picture on my FB profile with the house.
PS4: After this chapter, you can go read the new outtake, I'm going to post in a few. You'll understand better some things after you read this chapter. :-p
A few hours later, we returned to the hotel. Edward's middle finger was in a little cast and I couldn't help but make fun of him. Seriously? To break your middle finger!
"You're sleeping on the couch, Swan," he hissed, slamming his fist on the button of the elevator.
"Don't break your other hand too."
He growled, glaring at the doors. When they opened, Shaw stepped out. He looked older than I knew him to be. We stepped aside and he put a hand on Edward's shoulder, whispering something to him. I caught a few apologizes and questions about how he was feeling.
"I'm okay, just one finger," Edward grumbled. "Coach, seriously. My middle finger!" he exclaimed, showing it to him. Everyone in the lobby turned to look at us.
"Shh," I hissed. "He's going to be okay. Really," I told Shaw.
"I'm glad to hear that. And it's only your fault you're hurt. I'm taking part of the blame too, yes, but if you had stopped daydreaming…"
"It's Bella's fault then," Edward announced him, wrapping an arm around me. I turned red and ducked my head.
"Just go to bed. We'll see you tomorrow," his coach said, smirking at me.
Once in our room, I started getting ready to shower.
"Can I join you?" Edward asked, searching through his duffle bag for something.
"You can't get the cast wet."
"I'm looking for something to wrap around it. Will this do?" he asked, showing me a small plastic bag.
I nodded, and went to him, securing it around his finger with my hair band. I should have known when he joined me in the shower, it wasn't going to be just washing. Ten minutes later, I found myself pressed against the wall, one leg on his shoulder as he kneeled in front of me, licking my girly bits. And it felt so damn good. My hands made their way to his hair and I was probably suffocating him, but I didn't want an inch between us. His hands moved over my lower back and thighs before settling on my ass.
"Ughh…" My sound seemed to spur him on because he increased his sucking on my clit. "Edwaard," I moaned. His fingers joined his tongue and it didn't take long for me to sag in his arms, grinning stupidly.
He got up and pressed his lips to mine, sneaking his tongue in my mouth. I groaned when I tasted myself there. I always thought it was gross. Until I experienced it myself. With strength I didn't know I possessed, I switched our places and kneeled in front of him.
"You don't…" he started.
My hand cupped his balls and his head fell back against the wall as he let out a long and loud groan. That's more like it. What boy declines a blow job?
I still had no idea what to do. I'd done it a handful of times and I was sure he never complained, afraid he'd hurt my feelings if he told me I was rubbish.
I started by licking him all over, getting his dick wet as I wondered how deep I could take him. I really wanted to make him feel good. No, I wanted him to feel amazing, just like I had felt. My lips wrapped around his engorged head and started sucking.
"Fuck, fuck."
My tongue joined the show and Edward's hands got a hold of my hair. That simple gesture seemed to be wired to my pussy. It was possible. I never believed Rose when she told me that giving head could be self-satisfactory. In that way.
I continued teasing him until his hips jerked forward, and his dick slipped more into my mouth making me moan.
"Shit, I'm sorry," he whispered, starting to move back. I got a hold of his hips, shaking my head. He moaned loudly. Oops?
I flattened my tongue and ran it over his length then over his head before I took him in my mouth again. I tried to see how far I could until the gagging kicked it. Relaxing my throat, breathing through my nose, I started moving my head forward.
"Belllaaaa! Whaaat…are yoou doooing?"
I was over halfway there when laughter bubbled inside me and I had to release him before I bit him.
"What's so funny?" he asked in a pained voice when I doubled over in laughter.
"You just sounded like Dory."
"Who's Dory?" Edward asked in disbelief, looking down at his hard member.
"Uh, the fish from Finding Nemo. Remember?"
"Bella, for fuck's sake! Why the fuck would I think of fish when you're blowing me?"
"You just sounded like her," I defended myself, getting a hold of my laughter. "Did I kill the moment?"
"The moment probably. But Toto's still around."
"Toto?" I frowned. We were talking too much. When he didn't answer, I looked up at him. His face was red and his eyes were squeezed shut. "Who's Toto?" I asked again, more teasingly since it seemed to embarrass him.
His green eyes were boring in mine a second later. Then his grabbed his dick and brought it to my face. What the fuck? There was a mischievous smirk on his face.
"What are you doing?" I wondered, sitting back on my heels.
"Introducing you to Toto."
My eyes widened in realization. His dick was named Toto. How fucking… odd. That did it. I burst in rancorous laughter and couldn't stop. He narrowed his eyes at me. I shook my head, flailing my hands around, trying to apologize, but I couldn't say anything.
"Okay, get out of here so I can take care of what you started," he grumbled. I saw his right hand moving up and down on…Toto…and my laughter died instantly.
There was something in seeing your boyfriend masturbate… I bit my lip, watching his hand transfixed. His eyes were closed again and his hand was moving around the base of his dick. I took it as an invitation to continue what I had started. Edward jumped when he felt my lips around him but didn't push me away. I hollowed my cheeks and started moving my head until I met skin.
Had I managed it? When I opened my eyes, I saw his hand in front of my eyes. I should have known. We moved in sync until his hand buried in my hair and his hips started jerking irregularly.
"Bella, move away," he managed to mumble.
I didn't want to. I took him deeper, feeling him hitting the back of my throat. Don't let me gag, I prayed. Then I did what Rose had told me once when I had been too embarrassed to pay attention to her, but somehow it had stuck to me. I swallowed and Edward shouted incoherent words, moving in and out of my mouth. I allowed him to ride his orgasm.
"Fuck, love." He seemed to have lost the ability to say words longer than four letters.
I got up and hugged him. He pressed his lips to mine before resting his forehead on mine.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "It was really funny, though."
"Oh, don't worry. Both Toto and I forgive you." He winked.
I snorted, kissing his neck before we actually started washing. When we made it to bed, it was very late. He had to meet with Shaw and the people from the NBA at eight in the morning. I snuggled in his arms and fell asleep before he turned off the light.
My phone blaring woke me up. I was disorientated and I wanted to go back to sleep. Couldn't Edward answer for me?
I felt behind me and found the bed cold.
I groaned and pried my eyes open, searching for my phone. I answered on what sounded like the tenth ring.
"What?" I barked.
"Good morning, sweetie."
Shit. It was Esme. "Uh, hello," I mumbled.
"I'm sorry for waking you up. Edward isn't answering his phone and I was worried."
"Oh, he's meeting with the officials today."
"Ah, I forgot," she said softly. "How is he? Carlisle didn't tell me much and then he was called at work and I have no idea what happened."
"Oh, we should have called you too. He didn't say anything," I told her, getting up, wrapping my chest in the sheet. "Edward's middle finger is broken."
Esme started laughing and soon, I joined her. "I'm sure that was a punch to his ego."
"Oh, he whined about it for about an hour."
"Just one hour? He fell asleep after that or something?" Oh, she knew him so well.
"I might have distracted him." I couldn't believe what I had told her. She was his mother!
"That's good," Esme giggled. "Tell him to call me when he gets back, okay?"
"Sure." There was loud knocking on the door. "I have to go."
"Okay, Bella. Bye."
"Good bye," I whispered, hanging up. Wrapping the sheet better around my body, I shuffled to the door.
Emmett came in past me looking white as a ghost.
"Hey! What happened to you?"
He fell on the couch and put his hands in his hair.
"Emmett?" I whispered, going to him.
He looked up at me, his blue eyes wide with panic. "You know…how I proposed to Rose?"
"Don't I remember?" I giggled.
"She just called…"
"Oh, shit. No," I said, worried, sitting next to him.
"No, nothing like that. Contrary," he grumbled.
"What do you mean?"
"She wants…to do it at the same time as Alice. We shouldn't have left them alone. They thought a twin wedding would be nice. You know how Alice is my twin and Jazz is Rose's twin…and…fucking hell!"
I watched him with my mouth unhinged. "This summer? Both of them?"
"Yep."
"Can I take a moment to start screaming?" I joked.
"I'm still not over this. I asked her because I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. But…fuck. I'm not ready to be a husband in three months. Or four. Or whatever."
"Do you want to tell her no?" I asked, laughing.
His wide eyes met me. "Hell no." Then he frowned. "Tell me you have something under that sheet."
"Umm, no?" I turned beet red, averting my eyes.
"Why are you walking naked around your room at eleven in the morning?"
"Eleven?" I was shocked. I hadn't slept in so long in years. "Edward's meeting should be over."
"He was in my room a while ago. So it's over and done for hours," Emmett told me, laughing.
Just then Edward barged inside the room. "You wouldn't believe what we're doing this summer!" he shouted, looking for me. It took him a minute to see me on the couch with Emmett. "Oh, so you know?" He smirked.
"For the last time! It's not funny!" Emmett groaned.
"But it is! And it's cheaper," Edward added thoughtfully.
"Cheaper my ass! Alice and I are getting married and you are moving out. They'll have to…" I put my hand over his mouth before he reminded Edward of something else – his birth parents. Emmett finished his sentence in my palm, but no one heard him.
Edward chuckled. "That's weird. You and Alice getting married."
"I'm sure he didn't mean it like that," I hinted, my hand still over his brother's mouth.
"Why are you…wearing a sheet?"
"Because I just woke up. And why aren't you answering your mother's calls?" I shot back, finally taking my hand back.
"I didn't hear the phone," Edward muttered. "And what were you two doing…"
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" I snapped, getting up. "I was just talking to him!"
"Yeah, Boop would make a good shrink."
I narrowed my eyes at Emmett and he shot up, mumbling something about calling Rose.
"I'm sorry. I just…you know…I don't like people seeing you like that," Edward whispered, coming to me.
I turned red, but not in embarrassment. "Are you ashamed?"
He cupped my cheeks. "Ashamed? Are you insane? You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen and I'm happy you're mine. I don't like to share."
"Then you must know how I felt in L.A.," I said against his neck.
"We make a great pair," he chuckled, kissing my forehead. "I'm going to call Mom then we're going to lunch, okay?"
"Kay." I went to the bathroom.
*RA*
During the game, Edward insisted to stay in the court, wishing he'd be allowed in. It was weird to be alone in the stands. Lucky, my seat was very close to the bench, all thanks to Edward. He kept turning and smirking at me as if he had some surprise. I didn't even dare think of what the crazy boy could do. His surprise could be a kiss for the camera or something bigger like… I stopped thinking before I got ahead of myself.
Fifteen minutes before the end of the game, we were being led by the Bulls and that's when Emmett and Jake jumped for a ball, bumping heads. Coach changed them both despite their complaints. But the louder complaint came from Edward.
"You can't do that, Coach! We'd lose!"
"The championship is ours," Shaw told him.
"Not if they score ten more points. Come on, please."
"You're not going to play, Cullen. Deal with it." Shaw turned to watch the came, a worried expression crossing his face when the others scored another two points.
What felt like two minutes later, I saw a flash of skin in front of me then it was gone. Then Shaw was screaming. That's when I saw Edward was dressed in his jersey. That was the big surprise.
They were deep in discussion for a few long minutes while Shaw brought everyone to him. I wasn't surprised that when the game continued, Edward was pulling his leg behind him, stretching as he waited for the whistle to restart the game.
What Edward wanted, Edward got. Spoiled little brat.
He even scored a few times, but I wasn't the only one to see the grimace on his face. Shaw threatened to take him out if he approached a hoop. After that, Edward worked in perfect tandem with his team mates managing to win the game.
When he came to the bench, I went to him and grabbed the front of his jersey, bringing him to my level. He grinned, thinking I was going to kiss him.
"What the hell was that, Cullen?" I hissed.
His eyes opened and he looked sheepishly at me. "What do you mean?"
"Don't play innocent. Do you know your dad saw you, right?"
"Oh, shit." He didn't have much time to panic because he was called to raise the cup. After pecking my cheek, he rushed to the center of the court.
Everyone made a small circle around him and I could hear them singing Bow Down to Washington then Edward was on their shoulders, cup high in the air. He met my eyes, grinning before he showed the people that had come all the way here from Seattle the cup. As he turned his head away, something caught his eye and he looked white as a sheet of paper.
I craned my neck to see what he was seeing. My eyes widened when I saw his parents. Liz and Ed, not Esme and Carlisle. I looked back at Edward to see his hands shaking.
Fuck. Why did they do this? Why now?
I rushed to Emmett. "Put him down," I whispered.
"No. He's our champion," he shot to me, grinning.
"Do it! Or he'd fall all over you!"
He realized I wasn't joking. Once Edward was on the ground, I wrapped my arms around him. He was mumbling about timing and making someone proud and being stupid. I didn't understand a thing.
"We're not coming to any party," I told Emmett, knowing there was going to be a party. He nodded gravely. "What happened?" he asked after a moment.
I watched as Edward was putting his jacket on mechanically.
"Someone's here." I shrugged, not telling him more. I took Edward's hand and we made our way to the exit. Emmett could deal with everyone. I had to take care of Edward.
After a quiet cab drive, we got into our hotel room. As I locked the door, Edward went to the mini bar and grabbed a bottle of alcohol.
"Don't do that," I said gently.
"I have to… I can't believe… Why would they…"
Lucky the bottle was small. We sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, looking at the opposite wall. Sometime during the awful silence he grabbed my hand then after more time, his head fell on my lap. I stroked his hair, pretending I didn't notice the wet spot on my leg.
"She was okay most of the time," Edward mumbled in my leg. "He was…really…he used to beat me."
Holy shit. He was talking. I knew a little from Carmen's story. I realized I had yet to tell him about my meeting with her.
I kept stroking his hair, playing with it, silently urging him to keep talking.
He took a shuddering breath and inhaled sharply. "He hugged me just once. It was the only time I managed to make him proud. I was getting the best grades in class…and he still called me stupid. He wanted A plus, plus."
I could almost imagine a small Edward showing his A plus and getting a slap for it. My heart broke at the mental image. The hand holding his, squeezed him hard.
"Sometimes, when I came home and they were sleeping, it was the only time I could do whatever I wanted. But there wasn't much to do. If I watched TV, he seemed to know. I still have no idea how he knew that shit. I usually spent my time in my room…" He pressed his face to my leg, wrapping his arms around me. "I did my homework or held Leo, wishing everything will just end."
"Edward," I choked out, bending over him and wrapping my arms around him.
His thumb started moving over my hip. "I wasn't allowed to be late or leave the house once I was back from school. I had to do whatever they wanted and quickly… They weren't always like that."
"I know." I decided to let him what Carmen had told me.
"How can you know? I only told you about how awful they were. But there was a time when…we were a family." He sniffed.
"I talked with Carmen. She is Liz's friend…for a long time," I explained. He tensed up, but didn't say anything, so I started talking in a small voice about everything I had learned.
"I figured as much," Edward whispered once I was done. "I mean…they said it on Halloween, remember?"
"Yeah. I still don't like that they want you back in their lives. Maybe your mo… Liz has good intentions, but I don't like Ed. At all."
Edward rolled on his back and met my eyes for the first time since that brief moment on the court. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was blotchy. "He was the one that hurt me. She rarely did it. She tried taking my side, but sometimes she got angry too… She only slapped me or sent me to my room not allowing me to eat or something."
My face fell further and a few more tears slipped from my eyes. "Like it wasn't enough what they were already doing. They had to starve you too. I'm sure the only time you ate was at school."
Edward snorted looking at me as if I was insane. "We didn't have money for food at home, Bella. I was never eating at school." He cringed as if remembering something bad. "During lunch break…I stayed alone and listened to my stomach growling."
"I really hate them. How could they hurt you? You were just a child."
"They blamed me, apparently. Your little story makes sense."
"I'm sure there are many parents in their situation. I mean, you have one in our friends. Look at Bob and Tanya."
"Bob would never do such a thing," Edward told me seriously.
"I know, but I'm sure your par… uh, they didn't want to hurt you either. From what Carmen told me, I grasped that they loved you very much… the money problem was too much. They found the worst way out of it. People do unthinkable things when they're drunk."
"They were never sober to realize what they were doing," he grumbled. "And sometimes…when I came home…I could hear Liz moaning…if I wasn't around, he used someone else as a beating sack." He had closed his eyes and was grimacing at the awful memories.
I continued running my hand through his hair. "I don't think he was hurting her." I was positive of that. I just had no idea how tell him my theory. I'd heard of such cases as his and it didn't point to the parents turning against each other. They were doing something else. But he was too young to understand that then.
"You don't know how she was screaming."
"Edward…" I tried to keep my smile off my face but it was a little difficult. "I tend to shout too when you do something right."
"What?" His brows knitted in the middle of his forehead.
I looked at him expectantly. He wasn't usually so slow.
"Where are you going with this? I know what I heard."
"I don't think he was hitting her…the way you are thinking." There. That was as fair and square as I could get without actually explaining it.
Edward frowned, opening his mouth to argue then his eyes widened comically. "Fuck." He slapped his forehead. "Now, can I go back to thinking he was beating the shit out of her?"
I shrugged. "It's okay you didn't understand. I mean…you were like what? Nine?"
"Seven," he interjected quietly.
"Seven. Seven?" I asked surprised. "Did they hurt you for two years?"
"Almost three," he answered, taking my hand and tracing invisible patterns on my palm. "And yes, I was young and I hope that you wouldn't have lightened me on that subject." He shot me a playful look. "It was sort of nice to think I wasn't the only one getting his anger."
"You don't know if he wasn't agressi-"
"OKAY!" Edward shouted, getting up. "How about we just end this shrink session?"
I tugged him back to me, hugging him close to my chest. "This is nice," he mumbled, nestling his head better on my breast. "You're so soft."
I kissed his forehead, scooting down the bed so I was lying down. I fell asleep with my personal teddy bear in my arms, snuggled into me.
So...Edward opened up about his past. More than before.
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