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Dogward/Brokenward/Virginward

Chapter 23

BPOV

I'm sitting here seeing that look on Edward's face again. I've seen it a few times this weekend. It's the "deer in the headlights" look; like he could flee at any second.

This entire weekend I've tried to be very nonchalant about everything. I know it's been difficult for him, having us forced together as a couple, when we're not.

Alice warned me that he would be like this, kind of skittish. She said for me to play it cool, because he really likes and respects me, and without any pressure from me he should be okay with everything. Is Spin the Bottle part of that everything? By the look on his face, I'm thinking not.

I thought we lost him that first evening when he went down to swim in the ocean alone. He had just gotten here and then he was gone, for a really long time, but when he came back he was his friendly self. Since then he's been really sweet and attentive.

Twister was interesting, a great excuse for me to get close to him. He has surprised me numerous times this weekend by being flirty with me, and with the sexual innuendos. I had comebacks each and every time. I think I dropped enough hints.

Last night he offered to sleep with me on the couch. Given his tendency towards nightmares, I was surprised he offered. He has his own room here, but he slept with me just the same.

I woke in the night to feel his hands in my hair, gently rubbing it between his fingers. He was mumbling something quietly that I couldn't quite make out. It felt wonderful. His touch does something to me. It lights a fire within me, yet it also calms me. I crave being near him, asleep or awake.

Whether on purpose or by accident, I saw his morning wood, and it was huge. I had to comment, but tried to keep it light, my turn to initiate the sexual innuendos. For a split second he looked mortified, but he came right back at me. Somehow we ended that conversation with me basically asking him to make me cum.

Learning to surf was a trial of my patience and resolve. It took everything for me not to jump him on his board. He was a perfect gentleman. I settled for rubbing my ass against him whenever I could get away with it. I think I felt it "move".

Now I sit on the floor in a Spin the Bottle circle watching Edward on the verge of a panic attack. His eyes are darting back and forth, like he's looking for an emergency exit. No one else seems to notice, but I'm actually worried about him. I lean over and put my hand on his knee. "Edward, you don't have to play if you don't want to." I assure him.

"Oh, no, I want to." He gasps. Not too convincingly.

"I won't play either. We could go for a walk or something." I offer.

He seems to relax a little bit. "No, it will be fun." He says, giving me a tight smile.

"I'll spin first." Emmett grabs for a Corona bottle lying on the floor in the middle of our circle.

"Jasper, Dare. Um, streak across the patio."

"Give me that shot glass, not drunk enough yet." Jasper shouts and downs the shot. Jasper spins.

The game pretty much goes like that; outrageous Truths or Dares, a few kisses between the couples. We've all downed a few shots to avoid embarrassment.

"Your turn, Rose. Thanks for the sugar baby. You taste good." Emmett boasts after he spun the bottle to Rose and messily kisses her.

Her spin lands on me. "Bella, hmmm." She pauses to think of a Truth or Dare, turns towards me and gives me this devious grin. I think she's about to ask me to do something really embarrassing which will result in me taking another shot of Petron. Then she winks.

Rose slowly rises up on all fours and leans across the circle towards me. Her eyes pleading with me to get what she's doing. It hits me. We're going to kiss.

I get up on all fours and meet her in the middle, smiling at her in understanding. This is for you boys.

I hear an audible gasp from Edward. "Holy shit," from Jasper. Emmett is silent.

We kiss, slow and soft at first. I haven't kissed anyone in a really long time and never a girl, but I know what we're doing here; getting our guys going. Edward's not mine to claim, but it's fun to pretend.

I lick her bottom lip slowly leaving enough room between our lips so the boys can see exactly what we're doing. She opens her mouth for me as our tongues do a slow dance, for everyone to see.

"Fuck me." Emmett blurts out. I start to giggle, inevitably ending our kiss.

"Sure baby anytime." Rosalie answers smugly as she sits back down next to Emmett.

I sit back next to Edward, glancing over at him. His mouth is hanging open, staring in the location where Rose and I had just kissed.

"Edward." I say putting my hand on his knee again.

He closes his mouth and slowly turns to look at me. His expression is priceless. Flustered, turned on, shocked.

I giggle again. Mission accomplished. He just shakes his head.

I spin the bottle and finally it lands on Edward. I've been stressing about this scenario. The couples are kissing each other. The only exception was Rose and I. Non-couples are doing Truth or Dare. I want to kiss Edward, screw the Truth or Dare. I've been wanting to taste this man since he was "cute abs guy" at the dog beach.

I hesitate for a fraction of a second, but out of the corner of my eye I swear I see Edward lean towards me, so to hell with it. I turn and lay one on him. He's so cute. He's eyes get really big the closer my lips get to his, but he doesn't pull away, another fear of mine. That would be humiliating.

He lets me take the lead on the kiss. I'm not as demonstrative as I was when kissing Rose. My hands wander, up his arms and into his hair. I've been dying to do that too. I think I hear him moan.

His lips are so soft yet firm. He tastes like pineapple and Petron and Edward. It is an intoxicating combination.

He surprises me with his tongue. It comes out to play a sweet game of tag in our mouths. My body is on fire, lit from my core. I don't want to stop.

I feel his hand hook around my waist and pull me closer to him. I think I moan too.

"Get a room." Emmett bellows. We pull away from each other, smiling and breathless.

I want a repeat of that performance, but it doesn't happen. Would he have kissed me if his spin landed on me? I think so, but I'll never know.

What did happen is we all ganged up on Alice. Poor thing. Even Jasper was Truth or Daring her instead of kisses. She is so wasted it takes both Jas and I to get her to bed.

"I love you, Bella. I'm so glad we met in... over in that other place," she waves her hand wildly. "You are good, Bella. Good for him. He needs you." She motions for me to come closer and whispers, "He has scars, Bella, scars. You help him. Okay?" She pats my head before plopping on the bed passed out.

Jasper just shrugs at her ramble. That was... weird.

When I get back out to the living room, Spin the Bottle is all cleaned up. Rose and Emmett are nowhere to be found and Edward and the dogs are out on the deck.

"Hey." I say as I join him outside.

"Hi. Alice okay?" Edward asks.

"She's out now, but she's gonna be hurting tomorrow." I chuckle. Poor thing, I hope she's not pissed at us.

"I'm going to sleep in my room tonight." He blurts out.

"Oh, okay. Hopefully Buddy will sleep out here with me." I try to joke, but I'm hurt. We had an amazing kiss and it's sending him hiding from me. What did I expect? They all leave eventually. I know better.

"Bella?" Edward says interrupting my reprimanding inner monologue.

"What?" I snap. It comes out harsher than I mean it to.

"Um, you and Buddy can sleep in there too if you want. You know the dogs probably want to be together and I would hate for you to be out here alone." He stutters out.

"Edward, I'll be fine out here, Buddy or not." I say as I walk back into the house. I don't want him to see how pissed I am at myself and hurt for thinking he was different, that this could be different.

"Bella, Bella, wait." He grabs my arm, pulling me around to face him. I don't answer him or look at him. I just wait for him to finish.

"Bella, I want you to sleep in my room; Booboo, Buddy or not." When I don't respond, he continues. "I like talking to you when I fall asleep, your hair is really soft and you smell good."

My hurt and anger just melt away when I look at his face. There is no malice there, no pretense, only sincerity.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Absolutely sure." He smiles.

"Okay, take me to bed." I joke. He laughs, thank god.

We talk comfortably laying there in his bed with only the moonlight dancing off the ocean as our light.

"Edward, I hope you don't mind that I kissed you instead of Truth or Dare."

"Mind?" He laughs. "That was the highlight of my night, my weekend. But I have to say your kiss with Rose is a close second. Man that was... hot." He groans.

"Glad you liked it. She's a good kisser."

"Better than me?" He shyly asks.

"That was just for show. We did it for you guys. If you know what I mean." I say.

We sit there in silence as I carefully pick my words to answer his question.

"Our kiss is most definitely the highlight of my weekend, Edward. Kissing you was...surreal."

"Surreal?" He questions.

I don't answer him; I don't know what to say. This thing between he and I is so confusing.

"Bella, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why are you still single? I mean, why don't you date or have a boyfriend?"

"I don't seem to attract the right guys. I've been in a few relationships, but honestly I have no basis or experience in my life of what a healthy relationship looks like. Until I met your parents I thought it didn't exist. It's just easier not to date than it is to be in a bad relationship." I explain.

"What about you, Edward? Why are you still single?"

"I think life just has something else in mind for me." He says looking at the ceiling, sadness in his voice.

"What do you mean? We create our own destiny. If you're not dating, it's your decision. Because lord knows you'd have women lining up at your door if you made yourself available. That or you'd be snatched up and married by now." I snort. What is with this man?

"Same with you, Bella. You're a beautiful person inside and out. I'm glad we met, even though it started off rocky." We laugh.

"What are we, Edward? I mean... I know we're friends, but a few things have happened that are more than friend-like." I don't know where my courage is coming from. Petron shots maybe?

"I've been wondering the same thing. To be honest, I was nervous to see you this weekend. I didn't know what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised that seeing you and us spending time together has been so easy, comfortable." He confesses.

"So we're friends, "special friends"? Friends with benefits? That sounds so cliche'." We both laugh.

"Special friends sounds good. What do you think?" He asks. I nod.

"Well, "special friend" is one of us sleeping on top of the covers here or are we both going under?" I joke.

"I think we're both going under. I like to live dangerously." He winks.

"Oh, and I'm dangerous?" I tease, bumping his shoulder with mine.

"Extremely, Bella, extremely." He smiles, but his tone is serious.

Well shit. Just when I think I've got him/us figured out, there's more to figure out.

Edward dozes off first. I can hear his breathing become steady and even. I roll over on my side to watch him sleep. He's so handsome, but he looks like a young boy when he's sleeping. I gently reach out and touch his wild hair, he sighs at my touch. My stomach flutters at the sound.

His hair is much longer now than it was when I met him in June. I like his messed up, carefree hair. It's perfect for my surfer boy. "My" what's wrong with me? Not mine, "special friend", I remind myself.

I wake up once in the night. I'm hot, really hot. We're both on our sides facing each other, only inches between us. Edward has his arm slung over my body and my leg is over his. He's sound asleep and looks so peaceful. I'm overheated, but don't dare move. I like being tangled up with Edward way too much. I snuggle a little closer and drift off to sleep again, with a smile on my face.

As I'm waking, I feel the heat from his body. I can tell it's morning and I'm still laying on my side facing him. His hand is roaming up and down body, from my shoulder to my thigh.

I fake still being asleep, because I don't want him to stop. I'm afraid the reality of morning will break the spell, pop the bubble we're in.

I sigh, hopefully letting him know I like how he's touching me. My skin is on fire where he touches, yet he's giving me the chills at the same time. I can feel my nipples hardening, poking through the thin fabric of my tank top.

Each time he sweeps up my body he gets closer to my breast. Just touch it already.

He finally grazes my nipple, sending shock waves directly to my clit. I swear it is jolted awake from its long, way too long inert state.

I involuntarily arch into his hand, a moan escaping me. I think he knows I'm awake, but I don't open my eyes. I just want to feel, to savour every sensation.

He gently rolls me onto my back giving him access to the other breast. He gives equal attention to each cloth covered peak, rubbing, rolling and pinching between his fingers. I want my shirt off and out of the way. I want him touching my bare skin.

His hand moves down to my partially covered stomach. When his hand comes in contact with the bare skin I visibly shiver. It's like nothing I've ever felt... electric.

I'm trying to enjoy the attention he is lavishing on my body. In the back of my mind I know he could stop at any second, leaving me frustratingly unfulfilled. For now, I appreciate what I have, a gorgeous man intimately touching me.

I hold my breath as he skims the waistband of my shorts, damn why did I sleep in so many clothes? He hooks his thumb under the band running his hand back and forth across my body. To my disappointment, he doesn't try to push my shorts down, just removes his thumb and ghosts the top of my shorts going lower and lower. My heart is racing, beating out of my chest. My breathing is irregular.

He trails down the center of my body, between my legs and cups my highly aroused center. I gasp from the sensation. He stops. Don't stop, please don't stop.

I feel his breath on my ear. "Is this okay?" He's asking permission. Hell yes it's okay.

"More than okay." I say in a breathy voice.

Now both of his hands are on my body on the outside of my clothes, either caressing, stroking, pinching or rubbing. His hands are everywhere.

My need for release is overwhelming me. My body is moving of its own accord. Sounds I've never made before are coming out of my mouth unwittingly.

I need more. "More, more please Edward."

His hand dips under my waistband again. Yes, yes.

He slides his hand lower, over my panties. He strokes from the front all the way down to my opening.

"You are so wet, so warm." He groans. I feel his erection against my thigh, spurring my arousal even more. I reach down to touch him. But he stops me. "This is for you, Bella." he whispers lustily.

My body is on fire. But I want him to touch me, no clothes, nothing between us. I want to feel him and I want him to feel what he does to my body.

I reach down and guide his hand under my panties. It's his turn to gasp. I'm bare, smooth as the day I was born. Surprise Edward.

He presses his erection into my thigh. "You're killing me here." He moans.

I smile, giving myself an internal fist pump.

He pushes up my shirt exposing my sensitive nipples, teasing each nipple with his soft hands. If this is what his hands can do, imagine his mouth.

He strokes between my swollen folds, circling my sensitive nub and my leaking entrance.

My orgasm is building. Just when I think I'm going over the edge he slows his movements just enough to bring me back from the brink. It's like he knows my body already.

"Please, Edward, please," I plead.

"What do you want, Bella?"

"Make me cum, please. It feels so good, please." I beg.

I'm teetering on the edge of bliss, hanging by a mere thread. Sweet torture.

His thumb takes over on my clit. Flicking, rubbing, light pressure, more pressure. I'm writhing and moaning his name, I think.

He slides one finger inside me and I'm flying, soaring, over the edge. I explode from within. My walls spasm and constrict around his finger as he continues to play my body, prolonging my orgasm.

It's the most intense thing I've ever experienced. I didn't know it could be like this.

I'm done; jelly, goo. I smile. Edward did this to me, for me.

He lies down next to me. I can feel his gaze on me. I still haven't opened my eyes.

"That was... words aren't enough. Thank you. I've never...". I pause.

"You've never?" He asks, apparently shocked at my revelation.

"No, no I have, but just not with anyone. I mean... no one has ever done that for me before."

He's still and silent. I peek at him and he looks shocked, mortified, trying to process what I just told him.

He finally speaks. "So, let me get this straight. No guy has ever um, pleasured you before?"

"Nope, never."

"Not by any means?"

"Nope." I state matter of fact.

He smiles and snuggles up next to me. "I'm glad I could be your first."

A/N

So... what do ya think?

Did anyone expect Bella and Rose to kiss?

Did Edward step up to the plate or one of the bases I should say? lol

I always LOVE hearing what you think about my Bella and Edward :)