a/n: I had to edit this chapter over switching it to story mode lost a lot of the lime breaks and made the end confusing. That said...my a/n was erased too. I vowed years ago not to abandon this story but college and working were ridiculously hectic and I never wanted to be peoductive and my medications just stifled any sense of creativity. Now I'm done - finally have one of those useless college degrees. I'm putting myself on a strict writing schedule now because this story has been posted for too long to not already be conplete - not shockingly but I've had this chapter all these years and just never posted it because I'm an a-hole. Now I'm back and it will get done.

Bella POV

In fifteen minutes time I'd made my way down James' street and pulled into the driveway behind his Red Audi. I grabbed my bag and headed up the three narrow steps leading up to his door and rang the bell, he must've been waiting because the door opened immediately.

"Come in." the tone in his voice said it all, he knew why I was here. What I needed.

I'd been inside before but we'd both had known those times were for larger occasions with no intention of doing anything more than socializing. This time however he took my hand and gently pulled me towards him and leaned down to press his lips to mine. A string of soft kisses from my lips to my neck and back again. His hands sat steady on my torso, the steadiness, the sign I needed that he was sure of this.

"Are you sure about this? I don't want you to think we have to do this; you've got your husband and family to think about." He sounded as if he were trying to convince himself that it was wrong.

"A husband we both know is a cheater and my family, they'll understand. I want this, I'm sure of it."

Sooner rather than later we were upstairs half exposed to one another on the king sized bed across from the floor length mirror. The gentle fondling of each other created an old familiar sensation; the slight tense feeling in my stomach that accompanied the wetness making its way to my core. His fingers found the band to my white silk undergarments and he pulled them down as if they were on fire. I knew we were not going to continue our slow gentle pace as his thumb reached between us and stroked my bundle of nerves up and down at rapid pace with the addition of two fingers plunged into me. The feeling of his rough fingers in my most delicate area caused a feeling I only got when I was alone in the shower; the coil in my stomach to tighten to the point that I exploded onto his hand. Looking deep into my eyes his baby blues meeting my brown he slide his fingers to his mouth cleaning my liquid clear off. That alone turned me on even more and before I knew it his head was between my legs with his mouth latched onto me. He used his tongue like a power tool, hard and swift, the pace could've sent me into cardiac arrest I'm sure. With breathy signs and moans I begged for more. He moved his tongue down to my opening licking straight up to my clit and back again before thrusting his tongue inside of me.

I thrashed against his face following his tongue with a vengeance, he growled into me, fucking growled and the vibration sent me into a mind shattering orgasm causing me lock my legs around his head. He licked and gathered all my essence on his tongue and wiped the excess off his chin.

"Wow, that was amazing…I don't think I can move"

James kissed my lips, "We're not done yet, not yet."

With that said he positioned himself at my center sinking into my slick core. He let out a groan and I closed my eyes as our hips made contact. His member throbbed with every movement and I thought he had released himself only to find he had not yet finished but it was more of warmth that persisted and spread throughout my body. The heat was our motivation, thrusting wildly and rapidly, however we weren't in a rush, just enjoying the feeling of our bodies touching in such an intimate way. My pelvic region was enjoying the constant force; James however had slowed down, "I don't want to break you" he whispered, "I feel like I could break you."

"You can't break it silly, keep going, exactly how you were…I'm nearly there."

He'd picked up his pace thrusting like two animals in heat. I felt the warmth for another reason now, and my muscles clenched around him as he spilled a river of spunk straight into me, it went on for minutes pouring out of me and cascading down my thighs creating a pool on the sheets. We didn't disconnect, I couldn't move my body or say anything due to the lack of oxygen, it was heavy breathing and occasional sighs as I drifted off.

It was 3'o clock in the afternoon when I'd woken up to soft snores close to my ear and an arm wrapped tight around my waist. A part of me felt free, here I was with someone who cared about me and actually wanted me – someone I cared about and wanted just as much. The other part of me was a moving contraption of spiraling thoughts. What comes next with James, with Edward, and how that affects the three most important parties.

"What're you thinking about?"

"J-just stuff I guess…how this feels, what happens now…"

"Want to know what I'm thinking, B?"

"How right this feels, you and me. I've been waiting a long time for a woman that makes me feel this way, a woman I can share everything with and wants me for me. I'm tired of waiting for everything to fall into place; I want to make things happen."

Just then my phone rang throughout the room when I finally found it in the hall near the bathroom settled beside my purse. I had a missed call from an unknown number and a voicemail notification; I dialed my voicemail and listened as Mrs. Lieberman left her sincere wishes that Masen get well soon. Unbelievable. How could a fourteen year old skip school and take a journey through Seattle on a Monday, where are the truancy officers our tax dollars paid for to make sure our children were in school?

"Bella, are you alright? you look a little dazed."

"Unbelievable. James, I've got to go like…now."

"Why? Is something wrong? Something I did?"

"No, it's nothing you did it's just the reality of having a fourteen year old at home whose learnt the ways of truancy. I have to talk to him and straighten this out before it he decides he can get away with it."

"Okay, let's get you dressed and I'll walk you out."

After redressing and collecting the contents of my purse I sent Masen a lengthy text message about what to expect when I got home. James came down the stairs with my shoes and we walked out the door.

"I'll call you tonight."

"Okay, I'll be waiting" he said and with a smile "You're a great mom. Don't be too tough on him, he's growing up it's healthy for him to misbehave sometimes."


Edward POV

Shit.

It took me a while to process what had actually happened.

Masen, the look on his face and his tone of voice; he was incredibly upset; upset enough to ban me from my own house. It took me longer to process what he'd said about Bella. My fourteen year old son told his mother to leave me and without a doubt when she found out what he'd seen she'd take his advice. I know adultery isn't the ideal extracurricular activity for a man in my position, a man with a wife who would do anything I asked and children who try their best and do what is asked of them but my reasons go beyond a selfish need. I am not a huge proponent of sympathy but it that doesn't mean there aren't two sides to every story. Things change and they do so with reason, I have never come across something that happened without reason; this afternoon being the exception, what could possibly come from my son finding me in such a compromising position? His hatred of me because of what he thought was a betrayal? I was going to have to fix this before it got out and ruined everything.


Bella POV

I still had a few hours before after school programs and practices were out and I knew my son well enough to know he wouldn't just skip school to go home and sit around. He was a constant ball of energy, his ADHD always fueling him to be productive in one way or another, it was the reason we enrolled him in sports at an early age. I decided to wait for him in the parking lot of the school expecting him to make an appearance soon enough.

I waited two and a half hours and he never showed up, it made my maternal instincts g into overdrive – he's never missed a full day of school. Children flooded the lot and scattered to their buses. I honked the horn as I saw Renesmee, she looked confused but the look quickly changed into a grateful smile, she wouldn't have to ride the bus. She was a lot like me that way, she enjoyed her personal space. She climbed into the car and greeted me with her dazzling smile, Edward's smile.

"Hi mom, what're you doing here?"

"I was technically waiting for your brother to make a magical reappearance – do you know where he went this morning?" I asked, chances are she didn't because she rather not ever involve herself in Masen's delinquency.

"No idea, but maybe he's already home. Trust me mom, if he's gone – he's gone."

"Okay, I guess I'll just get you home then."

It had been prearranged for our neighbor to bring Eliot home every evening when she picked up her youngest son. Jane was a single mother left widowed with a 3 year old and 5 year old right after her son was born. She loved children so I never opposed to her watching Renesmee or Eliot - Masen on the other hand didn't seem to like her company.

As I knocked on the door to pickup my youngest child, Rensmee just turned the door knob like she owned the place and made her presence known with a quick greeting.

"Eliot Elijah Cullen, time to go home" she told him quickly packing his belongings.

She'd heard me call for her that way many times before.

"Sorry about her Jane" I apologized for my daughter's intrusion but Jane just laughed it off.

Her face then got serious which wasn't rare for Jane but it did mean something was up, "Bella," she started "I've got something to tell you away from little ears please."

Little ears eh?

I looked back at Renesmee still helping her brother and followed Jane into the kitchen preparing for what she had to say.