Happy Sunday ya'll! Wow, a lot of very angry feelings towards the Forks Triad (Mike, Jess, Lauren) Who knew!

Let's see how Mike fares.

Song choice was difficult for this one. Thanks You Tube for distracting me for hours!

Daddy's Little Girl- Michael Bublé

Daddy's Little Girl- Jesse McCartney (but I deny listening to him, lol)

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Chapter 23: "I bet you like to drive fast."

EPOV

Having Bella's father there in the house was a little unlucky. But perhaps that was lucky for Bella.

As soon as my lips touched hers, I really didn't want to stop.

I wanted to eat her up.

She tasted like soft, gooey, homemade cookies.

And I loved cookies.

The danger of being caught by her father fulfilled every fucked up need in me as I rubbed against her, wishing we were naked and horizontal. Her tender exploration of kissing me made my mind whirl.

She wasn't possessive like Tanya. She was tentative at first, and then grew bolder as my tongue searched her out. I liked this timid approach she had. Because when her fingers tightened in my hair, it made me hungrier for her. So much want in my blood, something I hadn't felt in months, coursed through me as I devoured her.

Kisses were never this amazing. With anyone.

But with her, I almost felt like she could do me in. I pressed against her a little harder, gripped at her silky hair so that it was tightly wound, trapping her mouth to mine. I could feel her breath pick up, her breasts crushing against me rapidly.

This was so much more than I had hoped for.

I finally loosened my hold on her hair, not wanting to hurt her. But my body refused to pull away. My cock enjoyed feeling the softness of her stomach pushing against it. As if to confirm it, my hips moved on their own, pushing back against her until we both groaned into each other.

I had to breathe. Calm down.

Or I'd come just from the feeling of her rubbing against me.

Her soft voice helped to calm me. A soft murmuring that soothed and wove some magic charm around me. Bella definitely had a spell on me.

I could stay there forever wedged against her, at least until I was reminded that we weren't in the house alone.

"There better be cookies and homework being made in there!"

I stepped away from her quickly, trying in vain to calm myself before her father could see just how perverted I was with a raging hard on in my jeans. Looking over at Bella, she was not much better.

Red plump lips.

Hard nipples screaming for some attention.

And it was not my imagination that she was clenching her thighs. I knew that move.

Fuck and she was doing it because of me.

She really liked me.

I prepared myself to be thrown out on my ear for kissing his daughter when he laughed and called from down the hall.

"You got another boy pulling up, Bella!"

I looked out the window behind her, my hackles going up at the ass stepping out of his car.

"Newton."

Ha, got here first fucker.

Was this typical though? Guys stopping by.

Her father seemed awfully glib about it.

I wasn't about to let Newton crowd in on my time with Bella. I hadn't even really talked to her.

And other stuff.

No one else was going to kiss her.

Or touch her.

Or…

"It's okay, Edward," Bella whispered and touched me on the arm, bringing me back to her in the kitchen. I realized I had moved towards the front door, standing in the doorway of the kitchen with Bella close beside me.

"What he did," I started but she smiled softly up to me and shook her head.

"Who's the one I invited inside?" she whispered, eyes searching me out to reassure me.

Which of course she did. Because she had picked me, not that loser, Newton.

"Yea or nay, Bells," her father asked as he neared the door.

I wanted to tell Mike no. In my own way.

Yes, that idea of dragging her by the hair and pounding on my chest came to mind again.

Especially now that I had touched her hair. It was like soft threads that tickled and teased my fingers as it slipped through them.

When had I reached for her hair again?

"I don't want to talk to him, Dad," she said, feeling for my hand, which I gave her easily.

Because if she kept searching for it, she was going to find something else, and I wasn't ready for Chief Swan to arrest me for indecent exposure.

I watched in sick fascination as the Chief rubbed his hands together and cracked his neck by jerking it from side to side, like he was preparing for a boxing match.

Bella pulled me a little closer to her, so that she let me hover over her from behind.

Not thinking about it. Not thinking about her ass rubbing.

And her hair was right there under my nose.

The presence of Chief Swan, who was now fingering the handle of his gun on his hip as he opened the door, was enough to make me behave.

"Chief Swan," we heard Mike say, his voice dripping with that false confidence he always had when speaking to anyone he was afraid of.

"Mike," the Chief muttered.

"Um, is Bella here?"

I felt myself tense at his question. He had some balls. Ones I would be sure to cut off tomorrow in school.

"You're a little late, Newton. And this isn't the Dating Game or the Nature channel. I don't think lightly of boys making my girl uncomfortable and then coming over like some wolf trying to be the alpha," the Chief continued.

"I didn't make Bella uncomfortable, sir," Mike said, his bravado faltering.

"Care to explain to me, son, why you'd corner her at her locker this morning?Is that how boys do it now?" the Chief grilled. I looked down when Bella leaned in a little closer to me. "Or maybe what all this nonsense is about with Bella and the Cullen kid."

"I didn't have anything to do with what was said about Bella and Edward, sir. Jessica and Lauren just didn't want to see Bella get hurt. They wanted to make sure she dated the right guy."

"I think that's up to Bella, son. After today, Newton, I've got my eye on you. If Bella comes home with so much as a tear in her eye, I'll be cruising for some explanations," the Chief said, and glanced back at us.

I felt his silent warning fall on me.

This was a speech for both of Bella's suitors.

"Bella's all I got, I plan on making sure she's happy," the Chief continued. "And I trust her to make the right choices."

"Yes, sir," Mike stammered.

The chief nodded and waved Mike off.

"This isn't a butcher shop, son. No numbers being taken here for her affections. You can be sure to apologize to her in school tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

"And, remember!" the Chief exclaimed after what I assumed was Mike retreating. "I have my eye on you and know where you live!"

He chuckled and closed the door with a flourish, turning to look at the two of us. I managed to sneak a step away from Bella, just to look respectful, even with her hand wrapped around mine.

"Do you smell something burning?" the Chief asked, sniffing the air and grimacing.

"My cookies!" Bella cried out and practically shoved me out of the way to dash into the kitchen, leaving me alone for one brief moment with the Chief.

He pointed two of his fingers to his eyes, then pointed at me with a serious look on his face.

"Same goes for you, young man, if she gets hurt," he said quietly while Bella clanked and clamored in the kitchen.

"I would never think of hurting Bella, sir," I replied solemnly.

He nodded in silent agreement and then looked past me to the kitchen.

"I leave in ten minutes. You're leaving with me, correct?"

I nodded quickly, hands digging into my jeans nervously.

"You're not too bad, boy. Not too bad," he said with a smile and turned back to the living room while I hastily retreated to the kitchen, feeling the clock tick by on how much time I had left.

Bella was dropping some black round things into the trash and shaking her head.

"I never burn them," she muttered and placed the metal sheet in her hands roughly on the counter, making the bag of flour next to it tip over.

Bag. Of. Flour.

"You killed Junior!" I cried out and moved quickly to the ripped open bag laying on its side.

"What?" she asked, eyes scrunched up in confusion.

I gingerly pulled the bag away from the counter and peeked inside. There was probably a quarter of the bag left.

"I know you were mad, but," I said, at a loss for words that she would sabotage our project like that.

Even if I did hate the damn thing.

Even though it sacrificed itself for chocolate chip cookies.

That she had burned.

Such a waste.

"Edward!" Bella said loudly, laughing. "That's not Flour Child!"

She rolled her eyes at me and plucked the ruined bag from my hands, and then pointed towards the kitchen table. I turned and looked, seeing our fake flour baby reclined in a box for work boots.

"I wouldn't do that," she continued, laughing softly and laying the other flour sack back on the counter.

"Sorry," I murmured, smiling sheepishly.

Bella was no killer.

"You need to stop saying you're sorry, you know," she said and reached across the counter for a cookie that wasn't burned.

She broke it in half, popping one part in her mouth while offering me the other. I accepted it and took a bite, humming at the explosion of Bella in my mouth.

I can't help it. She will always taste like cookies now, thanks to that incredible kiss.

I smiled and leaned in a little closer, wanting a repeat of that first kiss.

But the Chief had us on a time limit, which he made known.

"Five minutes!"

"I'm going to kill him," Bella grumbled and glowered at the doorway.

I pulled back and let out a sigh.

"I need to go soon," I whispered and looped my fingers through her hair again. "But I want to talk some more."

"You can call me," she suggested, looking straight at my chest.

"Can I pick you up in the morning?" I asked, stepping a little closer to her so I could feel her one last time. Yeah, I was hooked.

She thought about it for a second and then looked up with a playful expression.

"Do you have a clean driving record? Charlie won't let you drive me unless you're clean," she said, smiling.

My mind was in so many places at that.

She laughed when I remained silent.

"I bet you like to drive fast," she quipped.

She had no idea.

"I should go, before he kicks me out," I murmured and leaned in to kiss her quickly.

She reacted immediately and soon we were scrambling away from one another at the Chief's voice in the hall.

"Time's up!"

I let out a long sigh and forced myself to take a step back, wiping at my mouth to be sure it wasn't covered in evidence for the Chief.

Bella walked me to the door, where her father waited expectantly.

"I'll be back late, Bells," he said and then looked me in the eye, man to man. "But I make my rounds to be sure the neighborhood is safe and that no one that shouldn't be here is."

"Dad," she said, her voice frustrated.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked, fully aware of the Chief watching us carefully.

"Give me your phone," she said, and scowled at her dad when he crossed his arms again watching us. I dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone, handing it to her. She smiled and tapped something into it, handing it back to me.

"Text me later," she said quietly.

I nodded, a little nervous with her dad still standing there. He opened up the door and followed me out, Bella waving to us both as she watched us walk to our cars. When I opened up the driver's side door, the Chief called out to me.

"Volvo, huh? Safest cars out there. That's good," he said and slid into his car, waiting until I was on the road before he pulled out.

Bella's dad was a little intimidating, but after she had met my family, I couldn't feel too upset by it.

He was looking out for her. I respected that.

I was of course, screwed if he ever learned what I was about.

I had to be sure he didn't.

Or that I changed.

Both were going to prove difficult.

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AN: awww. He likes her…cookies… And dear Charlie… he looks a little different coming from a boys POV… but I still love him.

More tomorrow!

MWAH!

steph