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Dogward/Brokenward/Virginward/Beachward

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Chapter 24

Things will be getting a little bumpy :/

EPOV

I've never met anyone like Bella. I've never been drawn to anyone like I am to her. Like a moth to a flame.

It's about eight on Sunday morning and she's asleep next to me. We kissed last night. It was during Spin the Bottle, but it was incredible.

We're inches apart, on our sides, facing each other. I'm just watching her sleep, breathing steadily in and out, her full lips slightly parted. She's beautiful, peaceful. Her fair, somewhat tanned, smooth skin showing on her arms, legs and a bit of her flat stomach. She has slender, long legs. I've been fortunate to see a lot of her legs this weekend, in bikinis and short shorts. It's been wonderful, but a trial to my self-control.

God I want to touch her. I think she wants me to. I'm going over the events of the weekend trying to convince myself that touching her is the right thing to do.

Friday night; she kissed me on the cheek, we were very close playing Twister, we flirted, sexual tension, on my part at least. She slept with me on the couch, or did I sleep with her. Either way it was great.

She commented on my morning wood, which I thought was gone, but I guess my wood is never completely gone when I'm around Bella. I think she asked me to touch her, her exact words, "See what you can do about rectifying that." Sounds like an invitation to me.

Then there was yesterday; her running around in a bikini, rubbing up against me when I taught her to surf, Spin the Bottle. I wanted to go all caveman on her after she and Rose kissed, throw her over my shoulder and take her off to my bedroom. That kiss was incredibly hot, and they knew it.

When we kissed during Spin the Bottle it was like the planets aligned or something. I was scared for a minute that she was going to Truth or Dare instead of kiss me. That would have been incredibly disappointing. She's a good kisser, sweet, tender, soft. The best kiss I've ever had and it was in a room full of people. I can only imagine what a kiss like that could be like in private. Do I dare let myself go there?

The best part of the weekend apart from our kiss was our conversation lying in bed last night. I learned a lot about Bella; why she doesn't date, what she thinks of us. We vaguely defined our relationship as "special friends", friends that do more than friend-like things.

As I lay here I'm asking myself, "is this one of those more than friend-like" moments? Because I am dying to touch her, taste her, ravish her, pleasure her.

I need some courage, too early for a Petron shot I'm afraid.

I'll just touch her, innocent touches... at first. I feel a bit like a hypocrite because my intentions are anything but innocent. I can do this, I can do this. The worst she can do is tell me to stop, right?

I hesitantly reach my arm out and lay it on her arm. She's warm and soft. I lean in and smell her hair, coconut. She smells summery. I love her scent. I have since that first day on the dog beach. She was all pissed off and fiery, but damn she smelled good and looked good too... nice butt. I have photos to prove it.

I move my hand up her arm, barely touching her skin. I see goose bumps forming where I touch her bare skin. I'm encouraged by this and trail down her side to her thigh. Same reaction there, goose bumps. I continue going lightly up and down the side of her body. I'm watching her face for signs that she's awake, not liking it or liking it. And then she sighs, a contented sigh. She likes it!

Do I take this farther? God, I don't want to mess things up between us, but it's like I can't help myself. In the back of my mind I know this is wrong. We can never be what she deserves. I can never be what she deserves. But this is here and now. Am I that selfish? That devil on my shoulder says, "Hell yes!"

I touch closer and closer to her hard nipple. It's so hard to ignore, pun intended. It is like it's poking out to say "hi" to me. Just one touch. I'm hard just touching her clothed, sleeping body. I'm sick aren't I?

I graze her peak with the palm of my hard, it's so hard. She arches into my hand and moans. Good sign.

I only have access to one breast so I roll her onto her back. Fair is fair, both deserve equal time.

She's beautiful laying there, obviously turned on, nipples taut, breathing heavy, reacting to my touches. I bet she's wet. I want to know.

She's only wearing a thin tank top and tiny shorts, but it's still too many clothes. I want her naked. I want to touch every inch of her. I want her moaning my name when she falls apart.

I slid my hand down her body to her exposed flat stomach. So firm, yet soft. So Bella. Goose bumps again. I smile. I love the way her body reacts to me.

I want to get in her shorts. Baby steps, Edward. Instead I slide my hand down and cup her pussy. I can feel the heat radiating from her center. I want in there, in her. She gasps. I freeze. Uh oh, did I go too far? Panic rises inside me, damage control, damage control.

"Is this okay?" I ask. Please say yes, please say yes, I plead internally.

"More than okay," she sighs. Thank god.

Touching her over her clothes is not going to do it for her, experience tells me that. I want to give her a happy ending. I didn't risk it all for nothing. So I slide my hand under her shorts. Please no panties. Damn she's wearing panties. At least they're soft, this could work. I rub gently over her panties, and tease her nipples.

I want to touch all of her. I want her to feel me, what she does to me. I press my hard cock into her thigh.

She takes that as a hint to reciprocate and reaches for my hardened length. That would be amazing, for her to touch me at the same time, but no this is just her, for her. So, I stop her and tell her that.

I work her body like a well-tuned instrument. I watch her reactions; listen to her moans and sighs. She is beautiful, giving into the pleasure.

I can feel how wet she is and hot, so hot. God, I want to taste her, all of her. I bet she tastes amazing. Once again, I remind myself, baby steps.

I can tell she's close. And then she grabs my hand and guides it under her panties, moaning that she wants more.

She's bare, hairless. I almost blow my wad right there. Thank god I don't. She would think I had some kind of erectile dysfunction. But it's close, whew.

She's soaked, dripping and it is all for me. I take her to the edge and back numerous times. She's begging me for release.

I focus on her clit taking her to edge one last time and then I enter her with my finger. It's instantaneous. She shatters; tight, clenching, trembling, leaking, moaning. She is so sexy when she lets go.

I want so much more with her. More than I've ever wanted with anyone.

I continue stroking her as she rides out her orgasm. She looks satiated, glowing, smiling.

I remove my hand and settle down next to her. I want to lick my finger, but think that might be too much for her. I'm still watching her reaction.

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

"You've never?" I gasp.

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

I'm stunned into silence. Who has she been dating? Animals? Only in it for their own gratification? How could someone not want to see what I just saw, pure pleasure.

"So, let me get this straight. No guy has ever um, pleasured you before?" I question.

"Nope, never."

"Not by any means?"

"Nope." She confirms.

I smile. "I'm glad I could be your first."

"Me too." She sighs.

"Good because I've got a lot more things I'd like to help you experience for the first time." I boldly offer.

"Really." She says, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. Really. Are you hungry? Let's get some coffee and go out on the patio."

"Sounds good."

I get up and stretch. Boner visible. She knows it's there, why should I hide it.

She licks her lips and says, her voice barely above a whisper, "Oh, what about you? I want you to feel good too?"

"Nah, I'm used to it. It's been like this all weekend. I've got the worst case of blue balls in history." I joke as I head into the bathroom.

~MMB~

"Are you sure toast is enough?" I question.

"I'm sure. I just need a little something right now to soak up the Petron." She giggles. "I wonder how Alice is feeling this morning. I can't believe they're all still asleep. It's almost ten."

"Asleep or something." I mumble. "Let's take the dogs for a walk on the beach."

"Sure. Do I need a swim suit?" She asks.

"Let's put them on just in case. I'll be right back."

I have a plan for this walk. I'm going to try to hold her hand. If that goes well, I might even try to kiss her, nothing overly sexual, just a chaste kiss.

"Can I ask you a question?" She asks as we descend the stairs to the sand.

"Of course."

"Why did you go down to the water for a swim right after you got here on Friday?"

I clear my throat, stalling for time. Do I tell her the truth? "Well, um, seeing you in that white bikini caused me to have a, um, reaction. And I either needed to take a cold swim or a cold shower. I opted for the swim." I say without looking at her.

"Oh." She giggles. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, at all. I'm surprised that was the only cold swim I needed with you barely dressed all weekend. Don't be sorry, I've thoroughly enjoyed myself, except for the constant pain." I joke.

"Pain?" She asks with concern.

"I'm getting used to it. Being near you causes things to happen like I'm thirteen again. I hope that doesn't creep you out."

"I'm flattered, in a creeper kind of way." She jokes, bumping my shoulder. "I've had some reactions myself this weekend. They're just not as obvious as yours. I'm glad that water was cold when you were teaching me to surf. That was... intense."

"Creeper." I joke, as I consider making a move to hold her hand.

"Edward, Edward." I hear her before I see her bounding towards us like a red haired plastic Barbie. She's running, in a bikini, but nothing is moving on her body. Plastic. I cringe.

"Edward, I've been hoping to run into you this weekend. My parents told me you were here."

"Hi, Tanya. This is my friend, Bella. Bella this is Tanya, a family friend, her parents live here too."

"Hi, Bella, is it?" She says looking Bella up and down rudely.

Before Bella gets to respond, I step between them . "What do you want, Tanya? We're walking the dogs."

"This will only take a minute." She says as she hooks her arm through mine and pulls me away from Bella. I know it's rude, but I want Tanya as far away from Bella as I can get her, so I let her drag me away. "Our big family party is in a couple of weeks and your family is invited, of course. But I was hoping you would come as my date."

"Edward, I'm going to take the dogs home." Bella yells from where I left her standing on the beach.

"Sure, thanks." I yell over my shoulder. As soon as I set Tanya straight on this matter, I'll catch up with Bella.

"Tanya, you know I don't feel that way about you. We're friends and that's all, I wouldn't feel comfortable acting as your date."

"Well, think about it. I'll make it worth your while." She says rubbing her bulbous breasts against my chest.

I step back. "I'm going for a swim, see you around, Tanya." I head out to sea, literally.

I figure I'll swim a few houses down, get out and catch up to Bella. However, every time I poke my head out of the water, Tanya is still standing on the shore; I swim down a house she moves too. I'm swimming against the strong ocean current. I don't know how much time has passed when I look up and she's finally gone. She must have given up and gone back to her parent's house.

The problem is, Bella is gone too. I was so rude, turning my back on her and walking away like that. But I don't know what choice I had. I had to protect Bella from the likes of Tanya. She's such a catty snob. I can't even think her name without cringing.

I climb the stairs to my parent's; beat, soggy. Booboo comes to greet me. "Hey, Booboo. Where's your pal, Buddy?"

I look up and see Alice standing at the top of the stairs; arms crossed, foot taping, pissed look on her face.

"Hung over, Alice?" I joke.

"What did you do, Edward? What did you do to her?" She demands.

"What? Who are you talking about?"

"Bella, you fool. She came back from your walk, alone, packed up her car and left. She was upset. What did you do or say?"

"Shit." I sigh. "We ran into Tanya on the beach. I was kind of rude."

"Well, Edward. Fix it. Fix it now. She's the best thing that's happened to you. You know it. I know it. We all know it. Don't screw this up." She yells at me.

"I know, I know. I'll help you clean up here, head home and call her." I say.

"You better, Edward. I won't lose a friend because you're an idiot." She huffs.

"Geez, Alice. I don't think I've ever seen you this mad at me."

"Well, just fix it, fix things with her." She says and stomps away. She must be hung over and hurting. Why else would she be this mad?

I call Bella when I get home, she doesn't answer so I leave a message. I call later, no answer, but I don't leave a message, I text an apology. What else can I do? Drive to Laguna? I will tomorrow if I have to, but not tonight. I'll give her a day to cool off. If she's anywhere as angry as Alice, I'm in big trouble.

I don't sleep well. Tossing and turning. I hate when someone is upset with me, and it's worse because it's Bella. I miss talking to her in bed, watching her sleep. I'm pathetic. We've only slept in the same room for the last two nights. My bed, my apartment has never seemed so big, so stark or so empty.

I'm tired when morning comes, and grumpy. I need to fix things with Bella, but I've got an appointment with the private Investigator, James. He has some information for me about my neighbors.

James pulls up and I meet him at the door. I don't like this guy. He's cocky and slimy.

"Hi, James. Come in." I lead him into my living room. "Let's hear it." I want this guy out of here, as soon as possible.

"Well, I've been watching your neighbors. They seem to be up to something, but I'm not sure what." He says as he lays out photos of the comings and goings in the adjacent building.

"I'll tell you what I'm concerned about." He continues. "This woman." He then lays out photos of a pretty young woman. She's at the grocery store, the bank, driving, on the beach, changing clothes in her bedroom, walking her dog. Some of the photos are far too intimate.

"You see. I think she has something to do with Victoria and these Volturi. I think she may be the key, an informant of some sort." He lays out photo after photo of her.

I'm stunned. The air suddenly seems too thick to breathe, the walls feel like they're closing in on me. "Bella."

A/N

Dun, dun, dun...

Is Bella a 'bad guy'?

Well, Edward screwed up.

How is Edward going to fix this, if he can?

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