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Chapter 3

"I don't do this kind of thing," she whispers, gripping onto his waist.

Edward chuckles. He holds back the comment he had and says nothing.

"I've never been on a bike."

"Harley."

"What?" she shouts as he kicks it into gear. Her grip tightens. Her head is a bit light from the drinks she consumed. She's such a damn lightweight. Bella lets out a giggle. They left with Pitbull and Ke$ha's song "Timber" blaring through the club. It put her in a mood.

"Where do you live?" If nothing happens, he needs to get her home. She's not the typical chick he bangs and ditches.

Bella rattles off her address. "This is so unsafe. You could murder me!" she yells into his ear.

"I'm not going to murder you."

"Don't all murders say that?" she yells through a laugh.

"I don't know. When I see one, I'll ask."

She laughs, and the helmet moves on her head.

"Nice place," Edward comments as they walk up to her house.

"Just bought it." Bella fumbles with the keys. "How much did I drink?" she laughs, turning to him and smiling.

He smiles and brushes her cheek. "Three Mimosas and my second vodka." She's sweet ‒ too sweet for him, actually. It was pretty hot watching her down that vodka.

"Feels like three and the vodka. Did you spike my drink?"

"No," he laughs. "I don't need to spike drinks to get women in bed with me."

"No, you use that wicked smile," she says, glancing at him before looking at the key hole and wondering why the hell it's not working tonight.

"Hmm." He places has hand over hers and turns the key. "Don't you have to call your friend? Let her know I haven't killed you?"

"Oh. Jessica, yes," she says a bit loudly. She fumbles around in her bag for her cell. Bella keeps an eye on Edward as he walks slowly through her home. "He hasn't killed me, no," Bella speaks into the phone. "Well, you wanted me to call," she says again, watching him. "I'm planning to, but I'm calling you first like you demanded."

Edward smiles at her while she finishes her conversation. "Planning to what?" he questions lowly, walking back to her.

"Well," Bella shifts on her heels. His hands go to her hips, and he walks her back into the wall. She lightly bangs her head. "Ouch. I won't remember this in the morning," she informs him.

Edward smiles.

"That wicked smile is so naughty," Bella laughs.

Edward dips his head and sucks the skin of her throat. "You will remember this. Trust me…"

Her body arches towards his, and she feels so high. She'll need to check her books, because feeling like this has to be illegal.

Edward watches her writhing body. She's not stunningly beautiful, but she's natural. She's different. He's glad he picked her tonight. "Fuck." He breathes into the skin of her neck.

Bella's nails nip at his shoulders and neck. His lower back gets the same attention. Her hands are eager to touch him all over. His body is covered in tattoos. He wanted the light on, and while she doesn't do that, she did tonight. Her head and her body have gotten away from her. She doesn't do this. "Condom," she breathes.

"Where are they?" he grunts, thrusting his straining dick against her opening, ready to go inside.

"You don't have one?" she pants.

"No," he informs her, ready to pull back. He carries little with him. He depends on the women he sleeps with. They always do, until this one.

Bella pauses and stares up at him. "Just do it," she whispers.

"Are you on something?"

She nods, her head clearing up.

"Thank fuck," he breathes, thrusting into her. "Shit," he whispers. He can't remember the last time he was inside a woman bare. "God." He holds still, dropping his head. His hands cradle her head.

Bella moans, her hands clutching onto his hips. "It's good, right?"

He lifts his head and looks down at her. "Yeah, it's good." He smiles at her before moving again.

"God, that wicked smile." Her eyes flutter shut with his thrusts.

Edward wakes up before Bella. He looks at her sleeping next to him. Groaning softly, he sits up, rubbing his face. His eyes scan her room for his boxers or jeans. Grabbing them, he slides in and jumps once to get them up. He pads to the bathroom and washes his face with his bag in hand. Digging around, he grabs his toothbrush and brushes his teeth. He comes out of the bathroom and looks at the woman in bed still sleeping. That is a good bed; he hasn't slept that well in ages.

Bella moans and rolls over. Her eyes still shut, she stretches and yawns. "Oh, gosh," she breathes out. Her body is achy yet feels pleasant.

Edward stands, watching her in her own little world. It's rather amusing.

"Edwin…? Edward. Right," she mutters away to herself. "Christ, Bella, what were you thinking?"

"You were probably thinking…" His voice brings her from her personal thoughts.

"You're still here?" She sits up and clutches the sheet to her chest.

"I've seen it all, baby."

"Bella."

"Baby Bella?" he questions.

"Just Bella."

"Just Bella, you were probably thinking 'What a fucking good-looking guy that looks like he can fuck.'"

"I‒ I…" Bella frowns after his attempts to make her head spin. "Now that's over, you can go."

"Without breakfast first?" he pouts.

Her brow wrinkles. "You have a wicked pout."

He smiles and walks to the bed. "So, breakfast?"

"I guess cereal wouldn't hurt."

"Oh no, Just Bella," he laughs. His jean-covered knees hit the bed, and he climbs on, straddling her.

"You wanted breakfast," she reminds him.

"I still do." He winks down at her. His fingers tiptoe down her throat and over her breasts, stopping where his body meets her belly button. Edward scoots down her thighs, giving himself some space. "This," he says, pulling the cover away and exposing her white flesh. His hands roughly pull her thighs apart. "This is breakfast"

Bella's eyes widen before shutting.

She's sleeping again. He gets out of bed this time and grabs his bag, heading into the rest of her home. She's certainly different from girls he usually picks up. She brought him back to her house. Normally, they go to a motel on the girl's dime. He has money, but it's not important. He doesn't flash it around. The only thing worth something to him is his Harley. The only money he has ever used was on this Harley. He can sleep and live in motel after motel for the rest of his life, as long as his bike is with him. Bella's different, which makes her certainly interesting.

He sits down at her desk in the living room and notices all the legal hooplah. He sees photos of her friends and family scattered around. He instantly notices the creaking blinds; they're hanging off of the old house. It's quaint and charming in this bustling city.

"I don't keep a safe in the house," she says from the side.

"I wasn't going to steal from you," Edward tells her, pushing up from her desk. He turns to face her, leaning on the wood.

Bella leans on the doorframe in her bunny slippers and house coat.

Edward cocks an eyebrow at the bunny slippers. "Cute."

"Well… Thank you for last night."

He smiles at her slight uncomfortableness. He doesn't usually have this, as he doesn't stay the night. He normally likes to be gone before the chicks wake up. It's just the way it goes. He doesn't have ties to them, to the town, or to the city. He's here and then gone. But that damn bed with her warm little body wouldn't let him leave. He could have slept for a few more hours, too.

"I have a busy day, you know."

Edward rubs his chest. "Yeah, I see your house is gonna fall down around you if you don't do something about it."

"I'm busy. I'm getting to it," Bella defends. "I don't think you have any place to judge my home."

"I'm making an observation."

"It was unrequested," Bella retorts.

"Lawyer?"

"Yes," she answers softly.

"Nice," he says, moving around the room and settling on her sofa. "Damn good sofa."

Bella watches him and tucks her hair behind her ear. "Don't you need to head out? Work?"

"First off Bella it is Saturday. But, no job, just be and my Harley"

"I could stay around and help fix up this place."

"I'll hire a contractor." She didn't get a golden star in one-night stands, but she's fairly certain this is not how it happens.

"Hire me."

Bella laughs. "Do you even know what to do?"

Edward watches her walk around the couch to face him, her arms folded. "I'm fairly good with my hands."

Bella turns her head as she blushes.

Edward smiles at her.

"Um, well go home and come back in two hours. We can talk then." She offers the only suggestion she can right now.

"I don't have a home." He's not ashamed. It's his choice how he lives.

"Oh." She's confused. She wonders how he survives. Health insurance, showering, food, and the other reasons he should have a home are endless, as well of the dangers of just having no place safe and warm.

"Oh," she says again, her mouth hanging open. The realization hits her: she had sex with a homeless man. "But you have a bike, a nice one."

"Harley. It's more than a bike, Just Bella."

She glares at him. "It's not Just Bella. My name is Bella."

Edward smiles and stands. He walks the three steps to her, and she steps back. He closes the gap again. "I know what your name is, Bella."

"Um, where are you things?"

He turns to the bag on the floor.

"That's it?"

"All I need. I don't have ties anywhere."

"Isn't that lonely?"

"Are you lonely?" he shoots gently back at her.

"No. I have a job, friends. I live alone, but I'm not lonely," she explains. He doesn't have any of that from what she's seeing.

"I'm not lonely," he tells her simply.

Bella nods.

"Shouldn't we have coffee over this deep-rooted conversation about loneliness and potential room and board for hire?"

"Am I the lawyer or you?" Suddenly, he's living in her home so he can fix it up. They need to slow down. This is crazy.

Bella paces her bedroom. Edward's out there making breakfast with whatever he finds. He apparently can cook. She can't. Good luck to him. "I can't do this." Her fingers run into her hair, holding it back from her face. "He can't live here. What the hell am I thinking? I'm sane. I'm a sane person. This is not me. I don't do this. Sane people don't do this, right?"

"Sane people don't talk to themselves, no."

Bella almost jumps out of her skin. She didn't hear the bedroom door open. He's standing there holding a mug. "You can't sneak up on me," she scolds. Bella steps back when he steps into her bedroom.

"Don't you know by now that I'm not going to hurt you?" he frowns, offering her the mug of steaming coffee.

Bella takes it, staring into his eyes. "Thank you."

"So have you thought about my offer?"

"You seem like you move around a lot. Why are you staying now?" He doesn't know her. He's clearly not for that.

"I'm just staying for a while. I've been riding a long time. Cross country. I'm at the other side now. I want a break, I guess." He didn't realize how tired he was until he slept so well last night.

"And my house looks like…?"

"The perfect way to pass time until I'm ready to hit the road."

"So you won't hurt me?"

"Nah. Well, not unless you're into that sort of thing," he smiles.

Bella frowns. "I'm not into that sort of thing"

"We'll see." He laughs at her scowl. "Breakfast is ready. Wanna talk about the terms?"

She nods, letting him leave her room first.