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Chapter 8 – Wild Dreams

EDWARD

I woke up the next morning with something that I hadn't had to deal with since I was a teenager.

I was hard.

I had serious morning wood. It wasn't that it never happened, it just rarely did. So rarely, that I was a little shocked by its appearance and panicked. I'd ended up sleeping through the night. Well, most of it. I did have one bad dream, but I was awakened by the most hilarious thing.

Bella was singing.

And what song was she singing?

The Gilligan's Island theme song.

That's right. Of all the songs this woman could have sung, she sang that one.

"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip…that started in a tropic port aboard a tiny ship..."

I lay their listening, not sure if I was hallucinating, and trying not to laugh at the same time.

I ended up joining in on her song as she sang, "No phone, no light, no motor car, not a single luxury. Like Robinson Caruso, as primitive as can be…" She rolled toward me and smiled. "You're singing."

"Alice said it might help you sleep, and, well, since I was the one keeping you up, I thought it only fair that I try and help you sleep."

"Gilligan's Island?" I asked smirking.

She shrugged. "It seemed fitting."

I chuckled and nodded my head. "I guess you're right." I flopped back down on our bed and went back to sleep. I didn't remember what I dreamt, but it wasn't a bad dream. I never woke up with boners, when I had a bad dream.

So here I was, trying to sneak out of our house, with a huge boner. I needed to get rid of it, before she woke up. I looked back at her and smiled as Jake snuggled closer to her, her arm wrapped around him in her sleep. She was a natural with him.

Sam stood up as I started to head out, but I shooed him off, telling him to stay. I didn't want any eyes on me, while I did…that. It was bad enough I had to do it outside, but since this place lacked enclosed showers, I'd just have to deal with it.

I thought I had wandered far enough, I thought I would be safe. It was my own damn fault I was in this predicament, that I'd decided not to go further, because walking with the monster in my pants was too uncomfortable.

It was my own fault that I pictured Bella's beautiful body. Of all the women I had ever encountered, I'd never degraded one by thinking of them like that. Yet, the one time I had, said woman would end up standing behind me in shock.

BELLA

Edward wasn't there when I woke up, and I wondered if he'd had another nightmare and left. I felt bad that I wasn't able to help him through it. I decided that I would do my best to help him at night. He really did deserve a good night's rest.

I looked over Jacob's sleeping form, sure that he'd be out a little while longer. I figured I would have enough time to run and get a pot of water and set off for the creek. As I was headed back, I heard something.

It sounded like Edward, but it was an odd grunting noise. He groaned and was panting hard. I went in the direction of his voice, wondering what he was up to so early in the morning and see if he need any help.

I was shocked by what I found. Edward was leaning with one hand against a tree and the other on himself. On his…you know what, his man piece. I had never seen it done, but I was pretty sure Edward was jacking off.

His hips and hand worked in tandem. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched tight, but occasionally it loosened as he panted or groaned out.

One might have been disgusted by this scene, but that was impossible. Edward, for god sakes, was so freaking hot. I found myself entranced by him…by his face, you sicko. I didn't have the nerve to stare at that part of him. It wasn't fully in view, anyway.

The way his neck tightened and his jaw clamped as he threw his head back was glorious. I was curious as to who he was thinking of as he did that. When I heard it, it was barely audible, but I did hear it.

He grunted out my name.

MY NAME!

He was thinking of me! I knew he couldn't have looked me over for ticks that thoroughly and not have gotten as hot and bothered as I had. He'd just hidden it a whole lot better.

His body sagged against the tree as he let out a few last grunts, and then he fell to his knees, resting his head against the tree. Apparently, it was a good one, because he stayed there, unmoving, and I realized I had to get the hell out of there, before he noticed me watching.

I mean, jacking off was something guys did, that was normal. Being the freak who watched a guy who barely spoke to you jack off? Yeah, that was a little sick.

Oh, my god, I was a peeping TOM!

I gasped at my realization of being such a sicko, and Edward's face snapped to my presence.

He knew I had been watching him. I was so fucked up.

"Sorry," I squeaked and quickly tried to back away, but ended up tripping as I tried to turn around, and fell on my ass.

"Bella?" I heard him call to me, as he got up. I let out a groan. My stupid ankle was throbbing. "Are you alright?" he asked, coming to me with concern in his eyes, as if I hadn't just been acting like a sick peeping Tom pervert, watching him jack off a few minutes ago.

I tried to quickly scramble to my feet, but my ankle was not cooperating with me. Edward reached out and helped me up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," I spat out, and he frowned at me.

Did he not know I'd watched him?

He might not have known I'd watched him, and I'd just told him I had. Great.

"Are you okay, Bella?" he asked again, and I pulled back from him, limping a little.

"Yeah, I think it's only twisted. I just need to take it easy on it for a little while."

He picked up the now-empty pot for water. "Fine, can you make it back to the house?" he asked.

I nodded yes, not trusting that I wouldn't say something stupid.

"I'll get the water, you just take it easy today," he said. "I'll wrap your ankle up when I get back."

I nodded dumbly and started to hobble away, grateful he didn't call me out on my watching him get off.

EDWARD

I snatched the pot and hurried away from her, trying to make sense of her reaction.

Sorry?

She was sorry I was jacking off to images of her doing depraved things with me?

I didn't get that girl.

Maybe she hadn't heard me call her name and thought she'd just stumbled on me getting off. I hoped that was the case, though that was still pretty bad. I really didn't want her to think of me as the sick bastard I truly was.

For some reason, I cared what Bella thought of me. I hadn't cared for years what people thought of me, but now, being stuck here with her, it was suddenly very important that she not hate me or feel disgusted by my presence.

She was sorry? I chuckled to myself as I made my way back to the house with the pot of water. I was silently hoping Jake had woken up, so we wouldn't be able to discuss it further.

That'd be awkward.

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