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His growls quieted to a loud purr and his thrusts became a gentle rocking
as his head slowly fell to one side, resting on my shoulder.
He eventually stilled, his upper body still mostly on top of mine
and our bodies still joined as I stared at the sleeping form of my husband.
His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open,
my nipple just on the edge of his lips with milk still visible in his cheek.
I hugged him to me, the arm his head was on still playing in his hair
and the other holding onto his shoulder as his hand still cupped my other breast
. . . and that was how we fell asleep.
EPOV
I opened my eyes, slightly disoriented, taking a few moments to discern what was going on. I was lying between my wife's legs. That part was not unusual, but the crust of dried milk on my lips and her breast were not a common occurrence. I had apparently fallen asleep partially on top of my wife, my head on her arm and my cheek resting on her naked breast. I must have actually fallen asleep while I was nursing from her.
In spite of my weight on her, she had managed to pull up the electric blanket that was our constant bedroom companion, making my body temperature comfortable enough for our skin to touch all night long and causing me to wake with a warm feeling each and every morning - well, that is the few times I would sleep.
I paused to look down at her features, the flawless features of her face, her soft alabaster skin, the gentle rise of her breast from where it joined her flat abdomen . . . the small stretch marks from her carrying my son still slightly evident, at least to my eyes. Her scars were there, of course, from the motorcycle accident that tried to take her from me, but they weren't something I took much notice of. She was just so beautiful.
She had never had alcohol before, at least not more than a glass or so of wine and from what I could tell, she must have been drinking wine all day before we ever went to dinner and had the bottle of champagne. I couldn't help her drink it, and she refused to leave it there to waste. Her breast milk, however, had been filled with alcohol, the taste tremendously different than I had become accustomed to.
I stared at the jewel that was laying on the pillow, the chain to it still clasped around her neck and I remembered her reaction when I had given it to her. Ummmn . . .
Woops, that wasn't going to help me to get out of bed and I knew I needed to get some things and have them ready for her when she woke up, though I had no idea when that would be. I knew we had made love far into the night and I had no idea what time it was, or if it was even close to being morning. I had read the minds of humans for years and heard many tales of the morning after and hangovers. I had also heard various tales of remedies and ways to not feel bad the next morning and all of them involved drinking something. I also knew from my medical training that I needed to get fluids into her and that a few Advil would help, so I reluctantly pulled myself away from her to go check and see what I could find in the kitchen and have it on the nightstand when she awoke. I just wanted to try and anticipate her every need, especially this night.
Emmett and Rose had just gotten in from dancing the night away when I walked into the living room. Jasper and Alice had been with them as well, having gone to join them when Bella and I had gotten in. None of us were willing to leave Masen alone in the flat with just Renee to watch him, even if Renee thought she was the only one caring for him. Masen's abilities went far beyond anything a human could handle if he decided to insist on something. My sisters had gone to their rooms to change and my brothers had flipped on the TV as I passed through the living room. They gave me the oddest looks.
"What? The sparkling water is for Bella. She apparently drank way too much alcohol yesterday," I told them as they continued to stare.
I didn't have to ask, I read their minds and knew what they were thinking even before Emmett spoke.
"Dude, you're acting drunk," Emmett declared, dead serious.
"That's just redic . . . redickilous bro, I so can't get drunk and you know it," I said as I plopped down on the sofa beside them and put Bella's drink on the coffee table, having to steady the drink somewhat from falling over.
I stared at the bottle for a minute, realizing that something was off, but not knowing what. I had perfect balance, of course, all vampires did . . . and we never dropped or misplaced anything . . . yet the bottle of water that had just left my hand that I had sat on the table, was teetering precariously.
"You are definitely off, brother. Your emotions are all over the place - I can feel them," Jasper commented.
"Well, I just came out here to get Bella some water and Advil but since you're here I just wanted to tell you both how much I appreciate all the time and effort you put into doing things for Bella . . . for me. I know I've put this family through a lot and I just want you to know I love you, both of you. I could not love you more if we had the same mother and father and were human blood brothers. I mean it. I just really love you guys. You're both amazing," I said as I reached out and put both my arms around Jasper and hugged him.
Emmett leaned away from my reach looking somewhat stunned.
"Woah dude . . . let's keep our man cards intact here, alright? I love you, too, brother, even when you fall in love with a tiny human girl who, by the way, is awesome. Why she puts up with your emo ass I'll never know," Emmett shrugged, his attention turning to the video controller in his hand.
"Well, from what the girls told us tonight, we have an idea why she puts up with him," Jasper said in full southern drawl, his smile stretching from ear to ear.
"Oh God!" I splurted, reading Jasper's thoughts and hearing Bella's description of my cock and how large it was in comparison to her hands and mouth. My elbows immediately rested on my knees to support the weight of my face hidden in my hands. Women really did talk about that sort of thing, especially sisters, and I knew that . . . I just never thought about Bella talking about me that way . . .
"I've been in the shower room with you my brother and all I can say is you must be a grower not a shower for what Bella told Rosie to be true!" Emmett declared, looking me up and down with a smirk on his face.
All I could do was snicker, lifting my head up from my hands. Something was indeed off and it took only a moment once I thought about it, for me to realize what had happened. Alcohol is stored in breast milk and Bella had an entire days worth of it. I realized that it had been absorbed into my system unlike anything I had ever heard of before and I was feeling really strange. Normally my brother talking about my genitals would have upset me to no end, especially since he had first . . . well, third hand knowledge straight from my wife. For some reason, though, I could only grin widely and snicker at them.
"Dude, she swallows every time?" asked Emmett, astounded.
He had to be fishing . . . surely Bella wouldn't be talking about such things, even to my sisters! I wondered where the hell that comment came from, but his mind told me right away. Rose. I guess swallowing was preferred and apparently he didn't always get it that way. My mind flew through all the times Bella had put her mouth on me and I had to adjust myself as I sat there thinking about it. My brothers noticed and got quite a kick out of it. I finally answered him in a way that I was pretty sure was going to surprise him.
"Every single damned time, since the day after we moved to the other house, bro. I even tried to pull away from her, grabbing the headboard and ripping it to shreds as I used it to pull myself into a seated position but she crawled up the bed hanging on to me till I came in her mouth, hard."
Emmett's jaw dropped open and they both stared at me, still as statues. Their minds were all over the place, wondering how the hell I could even move against a human, fragile as her body was, and not hurt her and how she could possibly suck or grasp me firmly enough for me to even respond to it.
I continued to grin widely and leaned towards them as I whispered, as though anything was still a secret in this house, "sometimes she wakes me up with her mouth on me!" I said as I nodded my head up and down.
"That's just unreal. That right there is worth sleeping for! Man!" Jasper exclaimed.
"Ha! She says she has to get her daily vitamin E!" I laughed, holding onto my sides to contain the laughter that was forcing itself out. "Apparently I'm her own personal Popsicle." I told them as I slipped off the sofa and landed on the floor with a loud thud.
They both stared at me, then burst out laughing, virtually rolling around on the floor in front of me.
"Why is that so funny?"
"Edward, my dear turn of the century prudish brother is getting sucked off on a daily basis, even though he tries to crawl away from her . . . and you don't see the humor in that?"
I looked up to see the little pixie standing with her hips cocked and her arms folded across her chest, smiling down at me.
"Edward, you're drunk. Leave it to you to be the first vampire in history to have alcohol effect you," she smirked, extending her hand to help me to my feet.
I turned to answer my brothers, determined to have the last say,"Brother dear, I just know that I love my wife more than anything else on the planet and if she never sucked anything or let me fuck her ever again, I would be a happy man till the end of time just being near her."
"Damn, bro. You have it bad," I heard Jasper say as I left the room, sparkling water and Advil in hand, and headed back to bed with my wife."
~oooOooo~
I woke a few hours later, my arm around Bella and the light streaming in the window. My head actually ached and I wondered if pain killers really were ineffective where vampires were concerned. I pulled on some jeans and a tee shirt and wandered into the kitchen to put some coffee on, not knowing if Bella would want it or not but wanting to be prepared. Renee was already up and cooking and I had been so unaware, I hadn't even realized it.
"Morning Edward," my mother in law cheerfully called out to me.
"Morning Renee," I said quietly.
Oh for the love of everything holy. Her mind was racing over the comments my wife had made about my sexual prowess . . . description included. As though she needed any encouragement to pry into the intimacies of our lives. From watching the conversation unfold in her mind, I knew she had heard the same information that Rose had heard.
"Edward," she chuckled, "so you tied one on, too?"
Tied one on . . . I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. Renee thought I had a hangover as well, so I went with it.
"It seems that way. Bella isn't up yet and I thought I'd make her some coffee."
"Well, there's plenty already made son, but I doubt she'll want it. Did you have drinks with dinner last night?" she asked.
"Well, we had champagne with dinner. We drank an entire bottle actually," I quietly told her.
"Edward! If you two are trying to get pregnant, shouldn't you be worried about her drinking?"
"Well . . . yes," I said, realizing that I hadn't actually considered it before, though I vaguely thought I had discussed it last night. "You're absolutely right, Renee. It's never come up before and we really should be more careful, though I doubt she's pregnant yet."
"But you're trying . . . ," she interjected.
"Well . . . we're not trying not to, I mean, we're . . . ," I stammered.
"I know what you mean,. My daughter is hell bent on giving you another child right away. I'm sure you'll succeed in getting pregnant," she snickered, thinking about all the noises she heard daily coming from our room and wondering how I reacted to Bella's new Brazilian waxing.
Most of the time I took Renee's questioning about our sex lives in stride, but wanting to know how I felt about my wife's bare crotch was going too far, though she was only thinking it and had not verbally said anything to me about it. I continued to monitor her thoughts as I poured a cup of coffee to take back to our bedroom. She was sitting at the table starting to eat the breakfast that she had cooked and thinking about the fact that the guy that had waxed her the day before had been kind of cute, in a way. I stopped cold, mid stride, and turned to face her.
Guy?
A male did the waxing?
A MALE, other than me saw the most intimate part of MY wife?
A MALE touched MY wife . . . there . . .
I was finally able to control myself enough to ask her verbally.
"Renee, you let a male do the waxing at the spa yesterday?" I asked, trying to maintain my composure.
"Edward, how did you . . . of course," she said, shaking her head slightly, "I keep forgetting you can read my thoughts. Anyway, yes, Jean Claude did the hair removal yesterday,"
"And this man . . . he had to touch you to do this, didn't he?"
"Well, yes, of course, Edward," she answered reflexively, scoffing as though it was everyday knowledge.
The coffee cup in my hand snapped under the pressure, sending pieces of it flying across the room and hot coffee spilling all over my jeans and tee shirt. I couldn't even think. I couldn't see straight. My fist hit the table, splintering it and startling the entire household with the noise of the impact and the pieces of table and dishes hitting the marble floor. I heard my mother in law asking me what in heavens name had gotten into me as she jumped back and away from the mess I had made. My brothers and sisters were there in the kitchen instantly, their minds shouting at me to hold it together, to calm down but all I could think of was that my wife had allowed another man to touch her . . . there.
She was MINE!
THAT was MINE and mine alone, and she had . . .
I hadn't realized that I had shouted that last sentence aloud . . . or that I was shaking, until I saw it reflected back towards me in their minds.
Bella appeared in the doorway and quickly walked over to me wearing only my dress shirt from the night before. She softly put her hand on my shoulder, worriedly asking what was wrong. I moved away from her instantly, not wanting to hurt her accidentally in my rage. I was out the front door and in the street before the door even hit the floor, torn from it's hinges as I passed.
~oooOooo~
Jasper POV
"I haven't felt anger like that since Riley walked into our front yard in Highlands," I said into the air.
Bella walked past me, headed to the door and I was afraid she was actually going to try and follow him. I put a hand on her shoulder and she immediately turned to me.
"What happened, Jasper? What's wrong? What made him so angry," she asked, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm not sure, darlin', but we'll find out. You can't follow him though, you know that," I told her, "He was angry but the overwhelming emotion as he left was hurt. Did you and he have a fight or something?"
"No. No, far from it actually," she said and I noticed her fingering the huge heart shaped rock that hung from her necklace.
Renee came in to stand beside her daughter, the only emotion coming from her was concern for Bella mingled with fear. She had just seen Edward apparently hit the table so hard it shattered and rip the front door off its hinges as he moved faster than humanly possible. Damn.
"He was asking me about the spa, Bella. He wanted to know if I let a man do the waxing," Renee told her.
"That makes sense," I muttered to myself.
Bella stared at me and Renee went to get Masen who had just started crying, something he almost never did.
"What makes sense, Jasper? Please please tell me what I did, what's wrong with him?" she asked, panicked and desperate, "He's never ever left me like this before!"
"Your newly mated and overly protective husband thinks a man did your waxing, sweetheart," I told her calmly, though calm wasn't exactly the way I was feeling.
"He what?" she demanded, her demeanor changing immediately.
"From what your mom said and what we heard him saying about that's mine and mine alone, I think he's in a jealous . Which spa was that, Alice? Emmett and I need to go and stop Edward from doing anything he might regret. You stay here, darlin'," I told Bella as I hugged her to me.
She was in tears and it was getting worse.
"He thinks I let another man touch me? That's what this is all about?" she stammered, "he didn't even talk to me! He never even asked me about it!"
Bella looked lost, her face showed that she was absolutely shattered but the worried, hurt feelings that had been exuding from her changed instantly. My sister was mad, really mad. Alice stood there with her arms crossed shaking her head saying something about her brother needing to listen before he flew off the handle. Renee entered the living room carrying Masen and Bella took him from her, instantly soothing his tears as she told him not to worry, that his dad was just being silly, and offering to play his favorite game with a ball with him. He grabbed the heart hanging from her necklace and smiled, rolling it in his fingers. She left the room chattering to the baby, and fuming to herself.
"Emmett, let's go. We need to make sure he doesn't do anything reckless," I insisted, picking up the pieces of the door off the floor and standing them against the door frame that still clung to the opening.
"Don't worry about the door, Jasper. I'll take care of it," Rosalie said, gesturing to the door.
We tracked him for awhile, but he was moving fast, even for Edward. My only hope was to head him off, so Emmett and I headed to the spa the girls had gone to. Edward must have seen us there or heard our minds, because he never showed himself. I started to regret not just continuing to follow his trail when he left the flat. Emmett suggested that I go back, he would wait at the spa to see if our brother showed up. Bella would be needing me to calm her, and I knew he was right Alice was waiting for me at the door when I returned, Rose having already replaced it and no trace of Edward's tantrum remained, other than the fact that he would need to replace the kitchen table.
"Renee and I are going out. Bella is still in her room with Masen and I need you to stay here and help keep her calm, baby. Rose has already headed out to the spa to help with Edward."
"Okay, darlin'," I said as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.
There was never any real reason to try and argue with my Alice.
~oooOooo~
EPOV
I ran.
I didn't know what else to do.
I wanted to shake her.
I wanted to scream at her.
Most of all, I wanted to know why she would betray me like that. Why she would let any other man see her . . . touch her . . .
I felt the tears on my cheeks, I wasn't oblivious. I was hurt. Hurt that my wife had been anywhere near any other man.
It wasn't that I thought she had feelings for anyone else, I knew she loved me. I knew.
I had felt something like this once before when she had told me that she and Jacob had shared a bed for months before her wreck. They were just friends . . . and I knew that. That knowledge hadn't stopped me from ravishing her against a tree in our meadow in my need to claim what was mine. The same feelings were there now . . . but somehow they were stronger. She was my wife. My reaction to finding out that she had shared a bed with Jacob was mild compared to this. Their relationship was before I had married her . . . before I had claimed her, marked her as mine. She was MY mate, damn it.
I left quickly this morning, not trusting myself around her, knowing that I would be unable to control my strength. I would surely have hurt her had I tried to make love to her, to claim her like I wanted to. It was better for me to just find the damned human that had touched her and rip his hands off his arms.
I burst into an abandoned building on the less populated side of town, needing to expel some of my anger. I took out wall after wall. Each and every one until I realized that the three story building was now collapsing in on itself. I left out the back, certain that there was no human near the building but putting some distance between me and the impending collapse of the building. Dust went everywhere and debris settled onto the sidewalks. Luckily the building collapsed quite nicely in its own footprint. It did, however, draw the attention of everyone any where near and sirens were fast approaching.
I was somewhat calmer now, as I dusted myself off. I headed to the spa that I knew the girls had used and as I approached I listened to Jasper and Emmett. They knew I could hear their thoughts, though I wasn't anywhere near close enough to them for them to pick up my scent. They begged me to calm down, not to do anything I would regret or that Bella would not forgive me for. Bella forgive ME? What the hell. They definitely had that one backwards.
I saw Jean Claude leave the spa through their eyes and unlike my brothers, I knew it was him. I had the image of him from Renee's mind branded on my brain. He headed to a small cafe a few blocks from the spa and I fell into line behind him, striking up a conversation. He was quite chatty and somewhat taken with me.
Like flies to honey.
They all bought the cover, the disguise that drew them to me, to vampires.
"So, do you work around here?" I asked him charmingly and somewhat suggestively.
"I do," he told me, taking in my dust covered jeans and tee shirt and giving me the once over with one eyebrow raised. "I work over at the spa yanking the hair off ladies girlie parts."
"Well," I said, quite taken back by his frankness,"that sounds like a job with fringe benefits."
He looked at me like I was nuts and his mind agreed. Jean Claude found women disgusting and their privates revolted him. I had to laugh.
"Not a job any man would enjoy if you ask me. Women are disgusting and never, ever clean," he said as he somewhat shuttered.
Now that was more information than I wanted. Jean Claude obviously tried very very hard not to think about the girls he worked on and I had no vision of Bella coming to his mind at all - or Renee for that matter, though his mind did flitter over the shoes Alice had worn home last night. We both ordered sandwiches, paid for them and turned to leave. I continued to read his thoughts and chat to him, hoping yet dreading that his mind would remember something of my wife. The thought never came.
I had followed him with the full intent of seeing through his mind what he had seen of my wife, and disposing of him in an alley. There was no way I was letting him live having touched her . . . but there was no clear memory of him having seen my wife and I had been with Carlisle too many years. When it came down to it and the opportunity arose as we walked past a deserted alley, sandwiches in hand . . . I just couldn't do it.
Damn it.
I walked all the way to the spa with him, Rose and Emmett tensing as they saw me round the corner, walking beside him as we neared the spa. Jean Claude waved coyly and went into the building and presumably back to work as I stopped beside them on the sidewalk, Rose looking inquisitively at the sandwich I had in my hand, wrapped in wax paper.
"Are you going to eat that, or would you like to go hunting with us?" she asked as I saw a smile lift the corner of her mouth.
Half a day and five deer later, well, four deer and a goat . . . we sat down to talk. I all but sloshed I was so full, and being that full I found myself somewhat calmer.
"You know, she's absolutely nuts over you, don't you?" Rose asked as she recounted the conversation she had with Bella at the spa.
Edward, well, isn't he just the sweetest most amazing man you've ever met?
He's just so gentle and careful with me, Rose, you know the reasons, but it's just not very often that I can just get him to let go of being my overprotective husband and just fuck me . . . and he tastes delicious. He's my favorite Popsicle . . .
Rose, my hand doesn't come close to reaching around him and I can only cover all of him if I use my mouth and both hands, but I could never hope to get all of him down my throat. I don't know how large most men are, but when Edward is in a mood, his dick peeks out over the waistband of his jeans.
"Okay, okay, okay Rose!" I said, throwing up my hand and ducking my face.
I in no way had wanted my sister to ever know any of those things . . . but I was glad to hear that my Bella thought them. This also explained why my brothers were kidding me so mercilessly in the middle of last night when I went to get Bella water.
"Why are you so angry, Edward? She has never been anything but faithful to you - she loves you! Alice and I pushed her into having the Brazilian. We told her you would like it . . . we thought you would, Jasper and Emmett do, so why wouldn't you . . . ," my sister insisted.
"It's just . . . I like Bella any way she wants that part of her to be . . . just not with another man touching her, Rose. I can't handle it. I wanted to rip his hands off his arms before I castrated him."
"Dude, castrating that guy would be a wasted effort. He probably doesn't even have any balls," Emmett added, disgusted.
"Yea. I kind of figured that out when he told me that he hated his job," I snickered.
"The dude gets to look at and touch pussy's all day and he hates his job?" my brother looked amazed, "That's just wrong. I hope he never even had a man card to pull."
I had to laugh. Emmett was absolutely horrified that the guy had a job doing something he himself would love, and the guy hated it. I would never tell Rosalie that he felt that way though . . . she might castrate him just for fun.
Rose smacked my brother hard enough to knock him off the log where he was sitting before asking me if I was ready to get home to my wife and son.
"Yea, Rose. Thanks. I'm ready to go home."
~oooOooo~