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Dogward/Brokenward/Virginward/Beachward/Preciousward/Insecureward
or as someone have called him "Adorably Virginal"
and Patientella
Chapter 45 More Lovefest!
BPOV
"Bella," Esme says as she hugs me tightly. "So good to see you. What a great idea to meet for lunch." Her smile is genuine and motherly as we sit down at a beach front patio table.
"I'm glad you were available. I've missed seeing all of you."
"Yes, how was your trip to Seattle?"
"Good." I nod. "It's always good to see my dad, although he bugged me the entire time about moving back there. He's not a big fan of Southern California."
"Edward was not himself while you were gone," she says in a more serious tone.
"That is probably my fault," I offer. "I didn't realize that he was concerned about me looking for a house while I was there. If I had known I would have reassured him before I left."
"So, you're not thinking of moving away?"
"No, I love it here. There is too much here for me to leave," I add feeling the heat of a blush rising up my face.
Esme smiles knowingly. "I'm very happy to hear that. So things are good with Edward... and the rescue? I haven't talked to him since Sunday dinner."
"Yes, he's good." Talking about Edward and cue the blush again. Esme's smile widens.
I shake my head and laugh nervously. She puts her hand over mine on the table.
"You're good for him, Bella. I've never seen him happier, well until you went to visit your dad," she laughs. "But in general, he is better." Her smile turns wistful.
I nod and blush some more. The conversation over lunch flows smoothly. No more blushing on my part.
When we are finished I walk her to her car to say goodbye.
"I hope to see you Sunday for dinner," Esme almost scolds.
"I'll be there. I promise."
"Oh, and here's what you asked for," she hands me a small item that I glance at briefly. It makes me smile.
"Thanks, Esme. This is perfect."
We hug and go our separate ways. Being so close to my house in Laguna I make a spur of the moment decision to go by and visit my neighbor Angela.
"Bella," she smiles. "What a wonderful surprise." She opens her front door widely to welcome me in, looking around on the floor around me.
"Sorry, Angela. I don't have Buddy with me. I just met a friend for lunch so he stayed back home."
Her eyebrows raise when I say "home." "And where might home be young lady? I was shocked to see the for sale sign on your house last week."
I chuckle nervously. "Things have been so crazy, Angela. So much has happened. I'm sure either through neighborhood rumors or from what you've read in the paper, you know that there was a lunatic in my house and he almost killed Edward. It was horrible and I can't live there anymore. There are too many bad memories."
She nods. "Jacob has been keeping me up on things," she says with a surprising sharpness to her tone.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. "Angela, just let me say that although Jacob has been a good friend to me in the past, he is by no means an objective source of information regarding me lately. His, um, interest in me has shaded his perception of everything, especially in regards to Edward."
"I've heard about Edward," she says curtly.
"Edward is the kindest, most giving person I've ever known. Jacob has been an absolute jackass when it comes to him. Sorry for my language Angela, but it's true. Edward has done nothing but take care of me and protect me. He risked his life when that psycho James held me at knife point. And he almost died doing it. Jacob's reaction to all of this has shed some very unfavorable light on his character. I know you think that Jacob and I would be good together, but it wasn't going to happen before, and it most definitely isn't happening now." I take a deep calming breath when I finish my rant.
"Jacob's version of this is very different," she says. "He said that Edward put you in danger, forced you to stay with him under his controlling watch and now he's forcing you to sell and move."
I'm shaking my head. "No, not true. This psycho, James, is from my past. We grew up together; he always had an unhealthy obsession with me. He just happened to be the same private investigator Edward hired to investigate his neighbors. James picked up his obsession for me all over again when he saw me with Edward. That is not Edward's fault. He's spent the past month doing everything in his power to protect me because he himself felt responsible for James. James had me at knife point in my bedroom, because I foolishly entered the house before we let Edward's hired security check out the house. Edward got me away from James, causing him to fall on the knife. Edward's security guard shot James. Edward almost died. I've been taking care of him while he recovered from his injury and surgery."
By the time I'm finished, Angela is smiling at me.
"What?" I ask her.
"You're happy," she states.
I laugh. "Considering the story I just told you, yes. I'm happy."
"Edward makes you happy."
"Is it that obvious?"
"I know the look of love when I see it, Bella. When do I get to meet this man? He sounds like a knight in shining armor."
"I will bring him by soon, and Buddy too," I promise. "But I really don't want to see Jacob."
"Let me handle Jacob," she says sternly. "He's got some explaining to do."
When I leave I give her a big hug and promise to come by to see her soon.
~MEB~
"Honey, I'm home," Edward yells happily when he enters the apartment.
I run to greet him, the dogs on my heels. We kiss and embrace until the dogs will no longer be ignored and we turn our attention to them.
"You seem happy. Did it go well?" I ask.
"Yep, better than I expected. I have something I want to show you," He says setting down his papers and a long cardboard tube.
"What's all this?"
"My meeting today was about the lawsuit, but in a roundabout way," he pauses shuffling through papers in a file and handing me one."
I look at the document, which is slightly familiar but also very confusing. "I'm confused."
"I bought something."
"Your name isn't on this document."
"Jasper helped me form a corporation. I bought Victoria's property," he says like it's no big deal.
My eyes get wide. "You what?"
"I offered Victoria a ridiculous sum of money to buy her property in a quick sale. She didn't know until today that I was the buyer."
"You saw her?" Out of all he said the fact that he may have seen Victoria today stands out the most.
He nods. "I was there with Jasper and my realtor and she was there with hers. Boy was she pissed. After the papers were signed, she actually tried to slap the smug grin off my face. I ducked. Her people dragged her outside after that." He shrugs.
"Wow." Is all I can say. She tried to hit him, bitch.
We are quiet for a minute or two.
"Wow? Wow good or wow bad?" He asks nervously.
"Um, good! Right? No more lawsuit, that's good. No more Victoria, that's really good. But what are you going to do with the building and all that land?" Not to mention the outlay of money, which I don't mention.
"There's something else I want to show you." He opens the tube and pulls out plans of some sort and spreads them out on the table.
I look at the plans. It's here. The rescue, but expanded. And plans for a house, a huge house on what used to be Victoria's property.
"Wow." Again I'm speechless. I didn't see this coming. He's been busy while I've been gone. Well, he obviously put this into motion weeks ago, without my knowing. I don't know how I feel about that.
"Why didn't you tell me this was all in the works?"
He shrugs, looking chagrined. "I wasn't sure if it was going to go through. I kind of wanted to surprise you."
"Well, I'm definitely surprised," I agree, focusing back on the plans. "This house is amazing," I say running my fingers over the drawing of the swimming pool.
"You like it? These are just preliminary plans. W...I can make changes." He quickly rolls up the plans and stuffs them back in the tube. "How was lunch with my mom?"
"Great. She's good. She kind of scolded me about missing dinner on Sunday," I laugh, causing Edward to laugh too.
"She looks forward to seeing all of us, you included. We'll be there Sunday. Right?" He asks suddenly unsure.
"Of course," I say hugging him around the middle. "I love seeing your family."
He hugs me back, kissing my forehead. "They love you too."
~MEB~
"I don't mind helping with the dishes," I say.
"You cooked, so I clean."
"Maybe I like working with you."
He smiles. "I like working with you, too. But I have a better idea." He lifts me onto the island, my bare legs on the cold tile causes me to squeal. He rubs the tops of my thighs and kisses me soundly. "Sit here, looking pretty and talk to me while I finish."
I laugh and roll my eyes. I really don't mind helping.
"Maggie wants me to talk to my parents about some of the stuff I've shared with you."
"Really? How do you feel about that?"
"Nervous, but I think I can do it," he pauses. "Will you be there with me?"
I lean over and grab his shirt pulling him to me so he's standing between my legs. Sliding my hands up his chest and onto his cheeks so he can't look away. I wait for his eyes to meet mine. "I'm here. I will help you with whatever you need. I love you. I support you. Please don't question that."
He nods. Many emotions cross his face before he smiles. "I love you Bella. Thank you."
"Don't thank me. You're impossible to not love."
He blushes and returns to his task.
"All done," he says hanging the dish towel to dry. "What now? Dessert?" An air of mischief to his words.
"What did you have in mind," I answer in what I hope is a flirty tone.
He grabs a spoon and reaches into the freezer and brings out a pint of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey. "Your favorite."
"Yum." I move to hop down from the counter, but he stops me. He prepares a spoonfull of ice cream and holds it out for me to eat. He alternates a spoon for me a spoon for him. The pint is disappearing quickly and melting.
The next spoonful he offers me drips onto my thigh before making it into my mouth. I go to wipe it with my hand, but he grabs my wrist and holds it, dipping down to lick the wayward ice cream. The feeling of his warm tongue and the cold ice cream sends shivers to my core. My reaction doesn't go unnoticed by Edward.
"This ice cream tastes so much better when eaten like this." His eyes meet mine in challenge.
I raise a brow in question.
He sets down the pint and lifts my shirt over my head, my bra is next to go.
"Lay back," he says while grabbing a clean dishtowel and putting it under my head.
The feel of the cold ice cream on my bare stomach makes me jump, but his warm tongue is there swirling and licking the cold away and replacing it with an unmistakable feeling of warmth that spreads throughout my body, concentrating on my hot, now very wet center. A moan of pleasure escapes my parted lips without forethought.
"You taste so good," he breathes against my skin. He drips and tastes my torso everywhere, but my aching, pebbled nipples that are screaming for his mouth.
"Please," I beg. "More."
He chuckles at my neediness, but answers my pleas by dripping the ice cream directly on each nipple and sucking it off, his tongue swirling my flesh with precision. My back arches into his touch, making me want more.
With his mouth still on my breast he lowers and removes my shorts and panties, his hands ghosting up my legs parting them and positioning me so my ass is near the edge of the counter with him standing between them.
He grabs the carton again and dribbles some melted ice cream on my inner thighs; his tongue follows the path of the drips. He tastes closer and closer to my aching center, his nose grazing my swollen clit a few times. It's not nearly enough causing me to groan in frustration.
When he finally drips the sticky ice cream on my pussy I'm a writhing mess of need. He rids me of the stickiness with licks that are long and firm, pulling me closer to bliss. Once he starts sucking my clit and pumping his skilled fingers in and out of me I shatter instantly, calling his name.
Before I can even open my eyes and focus I can hear him smacking and licking his lips, "Hm, sweet and sour. Good."
I giggle and peer up at him, shielding my eyes from the bright kitchen lights.
I move to sit up.
"Wait, let me clean you up." He moistens a clean dish towel with warm water and attempts to remove any residual stickiness from my skin. I will need a shower because some places are just difficult to clean, but I let him take care of me. His ministrations, while innocent, are getting me aroused again. He's so focused on cleaning me up that he has no idea what he's doing to me.
"Better?" He asks looking up from my body and giving me a satisfied smile.
He helps me move to a sitting position and kisses me soundly on the lips. I can taste myself and Chunky Monkey and Edward. Tasting Edward. I grab the dishtowel that was under my head and attempt to gracefully jump down from the counter. Edward grabs my hand to assist me, never taking his eyes from my very naked body. "You are so sexy," he says dipping down to kiss me again.
I can tell by the large bulge in his shorts that he means it. This alone gives me courage, courage to be bold and take charge. With our lips still attached I push his chest, moving him so he's backed up to the opposite counter. My hand travels down to rub him through his shorts. He grabs my hips pulling me closer as our kiss becomes heated and his bulge becomes bigger and harder.
I break our kiss, put the folded towel on the floor and kneel in front of him.
"Bella, you don't..."
I stop him before he can finish. "I want to," I say with conviction.
I reach for the waistband of his shorts, but his hands cover mine. "Bella."
I look up into his nervous eyes. "Edward, I know." Is all I say. I know what he can and can't handle right now, and I would never push him.
He nods, removing his hands from mine. Bending his elbows he tightly grabs the edge of the counter behind him. His knuckles instantly white from the force of his grip.
I slightly lower his shorts and free him through the front of his boxer briefs, leaving them intact. I get a glimpse of his scars, but I don't care what they look like. I only care how Edward feels about them and about me seeing them.
He's hard and leaking. It looks almost painful. I lick the bead of precum from the tip, he bucks his hips in response then apologizes.
"Edward, relax. I want to do this."
I start slow by licking up and down his shaft. I peer up at him through my lashes and he's watching so intently. Like he's committing this to memory. I give him a reassuring smile before my mouth is filled with him. I take him in inch by slow inch. I can get about two-thirds of him in my mouth. My hand covers the area that doesn't fit in my mouth. My free hand goes to his ass encouraging him to move in and out of my mouth. He does, but barely.
"I don't want to hurt you," he grunts, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I try to tell him with my eyes it's okay, he moves a little more, but not nearly enough. I grab his ass with both hands and show him how much of him I can take and how hard. He watches, his eyes rolling back in his head a few times, but he fights to keep his eyes open and watching.
When my hands aren't guiding him, his thrusts become more shallow and gentle. I put his hands on my head and encourage him to take control.
He's still hesitant, but we get a good rhythm going. I focus on sucking him and swirling my tongue.
"Oh, shit. Bella. That feels so good," he becomes more vocal as we go. "I, I, ahhh, um... Bella. I don't want to... ahhh." From his somewhat coherent words I know he's holding back, which is unacceptable.
I increase my efforts; taking him deeper, faster, sucking harder, tighten my grip on his shaft. I want him to let go, lose himself. He's close, but not close enough. His eyes are still too clear, too focused on what I'm doing.
I hum around his cock, reach up through the fabric of his briefs and cup his tightened balls, rolling them gently between my fingers. That's all it takes for him to lose it. His eyes roll back and close tightly. He thrusts erratically into my mouth pulling my head closer almost making me gag, but not quite. Within seconds his cum is streaming down my throat with force causing me to swallow around him, effectively prolonging his pleasure.
"Oh my g... Ahhh... Belllaaaaaaaaaaaa,"
I lick him clean and sit back on my heels and wipe my lips with the back of my hand.
He's eyes are still closed, a small smile graces his pouty lips. My hands are drawn to his abs I love so much, my lips follow until I'm standing in front of him. Without opening his eyes he pulls me into an embrace, my head resting on his calming heart.
"That was... unbelievable."
"It was," I say kissing his chest. "Why don't you pick a movie and I'll take a quick shower? There is still some ice cream in certain places."
A/N
Okay, well, he started it. But she finished it... all of it ;)
Any guesses about what Esme gave Bella?
Thanks for staying with me :)
More on Monday!