Edward
Just how long does it take to say goodbye? Hell, it is not like we won't be seeing them again on Wednesday. Everyone was invited to the grand opening scheduled for Wednesday. Well, everyone except Alice. However, that might change with the way Jasper is looking at her. I've seen him with many women over the years, but I've never seen him so enamored.
Alice is a wonderful woman and would be perfect for Jasper. Mom called me five years ago and told me what happened. She was the judge who presided over the trial for the alleged Cartel member, Juan Martinez. Martinez was on trial for the murder of a DEA agent. A jury convicted him and sentenced him to life without parole two weeks later. When Alice was out on her morning run, she was shot in the back, severing her spinal cord, and left for dead.
Even though she would forever be in a wheelchair unable to walk, it didn't stop her. She was back on the bench in record time.
Alice had always been tenacious, and it didn't surprise me she was living her life to the fullest, even confined to a wheelchair. Jasper had the same qualities. They would be great together. He deserved to find happiness. As did Emmett.
Bella had been so confused by the way he acted when he first met Rose. She had only seen the real Emmett. The happy-go-lucky guy who was always cracking jokes. Then she witnessed Emmett after Victoria. Damn, I never hated anyone as much as I hate Victoria Chandler.
Three years ago, Victoria walked into our office in LA. I was working on a massive deal with a failing investment company. She had come highly recommended and, in the beginning, was an excellent asset to the company. Then she made her play for Emmett. At first, I was happy to see Emmett in what seemed like a loving relationship. However, that was short-lived. Victoria broke Emmett's self-esteem. At every turn, she was tearing him down, but he refused to see it. He proposed to her and an over-the-top wedding was being planned. Every one of her whims, no matter the cost, Emmett ensured he made it happen. He worshiped the ground she walked on.
It took Emmett a while to tell me what happened, but when he did, I ensured Victoria Chandler would never get another high-paying job in her life. Hell, she would have trouble getting employed at a fast-food restaurant.
The week before the wedding, Victoria spent it at a swanky resort until the ceremony. Of course, Emmett was more than happy to pay for it. Two days before the wedding, he decided to surprise her with an enormous bouquet of roses and a diamond Rolex. Since it was his credit card that was paying the bill, the front desk clerk gave him a key.
Using the key card, he slipped into the room. She was nowhere in sight, but he heard noises coming from the bedroom. He opened the door to find her being fucked by two men. When he asked her why, she told him she had to have satisfying sex somehow. Then she went on and on about how worthless he was and she was only marrying him for his money. Emmett was devastated. The bitch even wanted to go ahead with the wedding as long as she could continue to fuck other men. He walked out of the room, dropping the box with the Rolex inside.
He hid in his apartment for the next three months until Jasper and I finally had enough. We barged into his apartment to find it a total wreck. Every surface was covered by beer bottles and takeout food containers. Emmett looked as if he hadn't taken a shower in weeks and the room smelled of stale beer and rotten food. Emmett refused even to acknowledge we were in the room. We dragged his drunk ass to the shower and turned on the cold water. After several minutes, he snapped out of his trance and jumped up, ready for a fight. This was what we needed, for him to fight.
We were coming to the end of the takeover in LA and we were on the way back to our base of operations in Atlanta. It was the beginning of my plan to move Cullen Enterprises' offices to one location in New York. Once back in Atlanta, Emmett began to heal. However, he was leery around women. So when he met Rose and acted as he did, it was a sign he was interested but scared of being hurt again.
"Edward, we will see you on Wednesday," Mom said as she wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed. She pulled back and gave me a watery smile. "I love the fullness of the waist."
I knew what she meant. I was within a few pounds of where I was before I recklessly submerged myself into the near fatal depression. Jacob gave me a clean bill of health three days ago but urged me to continue with the protein shakes for a few more weeks. He also had a fertility doctor come in and I gave him a sample of my sperm. I needed to know if I had fucked up my chances of getting Bella pregnant. The wait for him to check the motility seemed to take forever. He finally returned and gave me a smile. My little swimmers were normal and ready to find Bella's eggs.
"Thanks, Mom. Come up to the apartment before the event and we will all go down together."
"Carlisle, let's go and let these two celebrate their marriage," Mom said as she slipped her arm around Dad's.
"Hey, we are going too," Jasper said, elbowing Emmett in the side.
I gave Emmett a bro hug and a slap on the back. I glanced over to see Bella hugging Rose goodbye before whispering the question I was sure of the answer to, "Did he end up where I think?"
"Yeah, Marseille," Jasper whispered. "I've got eyes on him, but I don't think he will ever come back. His suppliers are looking for him."
"Good. The asshole can cook for lowlifes," I growled.
The fucker will know now, never fuck with Edward Cullen. After Bella told me what he did to her, I barely held my temper in front of her. She didn't need to see me wild with rage. The next day, I went into my office and pulled out the paperwork for the restaurant. A wicked smile bloomed on my face as I looked at the name of the person who owned ninety percent of the business. ME!
I couldn't leave the building and I didn't want him anywhere near Bella, so I sent the next best thing, Jasper and Emmett. When I told Jasper and Emmett what Thomas had done to Bella, Emmett wanted to beat the shit out of him. Jasper, however, took the news well, too well. I pressed him why and he admitted Bella had confided in him about what had happened. He urged her to tell me, though they were both worried about my health and waited until I was better. He also urged her to go to the police, but she didn't want to drag my name into the spotlight.
Jasper and Emmett dressed in their best Italian suits, looking like mafia bad boys. They carried the paperwork, which demanded the full amount I put into the restaurant. When I first met Thomas, he was a struggling line cook trying to make a name for himself. In this city, you needed not only talent, but deep pockets. I had already obtained a vast fortune and was willing to take a chance on him. However, I wanted to be a silent partner. Only my parents, Jasper and Emmett, knew about the money I invested in the restaurant. For years, it was an excellent investment. It was popular and Thomas received many awards for his food.
After hearing how Thomas acted, I was curious if being high was a one-time thing or if there was a habit he kept secret. There was nothing anyone could hide from Jasper Whitlock. He had a knack for finding every dirty secret someone had. It didn't take him long to find out that Thomas was in over his head in debt. Not because the restaurant was doing poorly, but because of his drug habit. When Jasper and Emmett showed him the documentation demanding the amount he owed, plus interest to be paid immediately, Thomas begged for more time. Jasper told him he had twenty-four hours.
I put eyes on the restaurant and his apartment. Two hours after the restaurant closed for the evening, they watched as Thomas shoved four large suitcases into the back of a taxi. They followed the taxi to JFK and followed him as he purchased a one-way ticket to Paris. I knew he couldn't afford to live in Paris, so he was going back to where he came from.
Jasper went to the restaurant and put up the sign. I didn't know what I was going to do with the property. Maybe Bella would like to decide what to do with it.
"We are going to get out of here and let you start your honeymoon," Jasper said with a wink. "See you Wednesday for the ceremony."
"Okay, and check to see if the jet is ready for our departure on Sunday."
"Will do," he said as he headed toward the stairs, with Emmett following.
Rose came up and placed a kiss on my cheek and whispered in my ear. "Everything is all set."
"Thank you."
With a smile, she followed Jasper and Emmett.
"Husband, I need to get out of these shoes," Bella said, running her hand up my back. The hum of electricity crackled between us.
I moved to face her and my heart raced at the sheer beauty she was. How the hell had I gotten so lucky to have her as my wife? My cock jerked with the anticipation that tonight it would be deep inside of her warmth. "I like that."
"What?"
"You, calling me husband, wife," I said, cupping her jaw.
Her lips turned up in a sensual smile as her pupils dilated. "Take me to bed, husband."
"Gladly." I took her hand and led her toward our new bedroom.
"Where are we going?" She asks.
"You'll see." We pass by the rooms, which one day will be filled with our children, and as we reach the double doors to our room, I push them open. Rose had done a fantastic job. Candlelight bathed the room in a warm, romantic glow. Vases of her favorite color flowers, pink roses, sat on every flat surface. Soft romantic music was playing in the background. I watch as she walks into the room and spins around. The edge of her wedding gown swishes back and forth.
"Why are we not in our bedroom downstairs?"
"Because as of tonight, this is where we will be sleeping. I want this to be where we make love for the first time, and maybe the place where we create our children," I say, collecting her into my arms and placing kisses along her neck. "I can't wait to be buried inside of you."
"Me too, but I need just a few minutes," she says.
"Of course, my love. Rose, put all your things in the bathroom."
"Oh. Can you unzip me?"
I could tell she was nervous. Hell, I was too. Wiggling my eyebrows, I say. "Turn around, wife."
When she turned, a soft giggle escaped her lips. I grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, feeling the fabric of her dress give way as her creamy white skin was exposed. When I reach the bottom, I am met with the sight of her pale blue panties, the fabric soft and inviting to the touch. I felt a rush of realization wash over me. Fuck, she hadn't worn a bra under her dress. All day long her ample breasts were free from a confining bra.
"I'll just be a few minutes," she says, holding her dress to her chest.
She walked into the bathroom, and I let out the breath I was holding. Fuck me. She was so sexy. I scanned the room and found the bottle of champagne chilling in the bucket on the dresser. I removed my shirt and kicked off my shoes. There was no use for me to change into pajamas because I planned on being naked very soon.
Jacob had given permission to have one glass of champagne or wine today. He still wanted me to watch my alcohol intake for the next year. My liver enzymes test was on the low scale. I was about to open the bottle when I felt the energy in the room change. I turned and my heart stopped. A goddess in sheer white. The garment left nothing for the imagination. My feet moved on their own accord, because my brain was frozen. When I was in front of her, I dropped to my knees.
"What did I ever do to deserve to have you as my wife?"
"I'm the lucky one," she said, her voice husky and her eyes never leaving mine.
I started with her delicate feet, the soft skin of her toned calves, my lips traveling behind her knees, and my tongue making a gentle exploration up her thick thighs. Her moans of pleasure caused my cock to become almost unbearably hard.
"Open up for me, my sweet," I said as I pushed her thighs wider. When she did, I was graced with the sight of her glistening lips. My mouth watered at the thought of how she tasted. Without delay, I leaned in and ran my tongue along the seam. Another throaty moan escaped her lips as she placed her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. Spreading her open with my fingers, I took her swollen clit between my teeth and gently bit down. When I did, her knees gave out and she almost fell, but thankfully I caught her.
I carried her a few steps to the edge of the bed and placed her on her feet. My breath caught as I gaze down at her. She is absolutely the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen.
"Edward, please."
I reached down and untied the pink satin ribbon which was holding the sheer fabric together. As the ribbon comes undone, the fabric falls away, revealing her luscious body. Her body was the one Botticelli thought about when he painted his famous paintings. I run my hand down her arm grazing the fullness of her perfect breast, causing her to let out a breathy moan.
My cock twitched, straining against my zipper, wanting to be released so it could be buried deep inside of her. I leaned in and captured her mouth in an all-consuming kiss. Our need for each other fuels the inferno of desire. When I think my lungs might burst, I pull from the kiss.
"I can't wait a moment longer to be inside of you," I say, my voice gravelly.
"Me either," Bella says, running her hand up my chest.
"Lie down, spread those sexy legs, and let me see that perfect pussy."
Without delay, she climbed onto our bed and did as I asked. I pushed my pants and boxers off, my stiff cock dipping with want for this woman. I crawled up her body, positioning my cock between her slick lips.
"Edward, I need to tell you something," Bella said as her lips curled up.
"What, my love?"
"You know how you said you wanted children as soon as possible?"
My heart thundered in my ears. Did she switch her mind about having children? Why? She kept insisting she wanted them as much as me.
Her hand comes up to my face and strokes around my eye. "Stop worrying, my heart. I wanted you to know that I took a test, and I am ovulating."
"Ovulating?" I question.
"It means my ovaries are releasing eggs, which means now is the prime time to become pregnant," she replied.
Fuck, hearing her say that made me even harder. I gaze down into her amber eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, but your first time will bring you pain. Please tell me if you want me to go slow or fast."
"Fast, Edward. Please make me yours," she said as her hips lifted along the tip of my cock to slip in.
"Alright. Spread your legs further apart and try to relax." I take in a deep breath and surge forward, pushing my cock until I was balls deep in her hot, wet pussy. As I close my eyes, I'm overwhelmed by the sensation of pure bliss. "Oh, love, I'm so sorry."
She gives me a weak smile. "I'm fine, really."
I lean down and capture her mouth in an all-consuming kiss, while I reach down and stroke her swollen nub. We broke from the kiss and she let out a long throaty moan. I needed to move, but I needed her to come first. "Come for me."
Seconds later, she screamed my name as her inter walls clamped down on my cock. I was in agony, needing to move, but not until she was ready for me to.
"Edward, I need you to move."
"God yes," I exclaimed, my voice sounding strange and unfamiliar to me. I withdraw slowly, watching her face for any distress as I thrust forward tentatively. When a moan echoes through the room, I can't help but smile. Closing my eyes, I let my need for my wife take over. Moments later, she lifted her hips to meet each of my thrusts. Never in my life had I ever felt anything like this. It was like she was made for me.
"I'm going to come again," she cried, writhing and arching her back.
My own orgasm was teetering on the cliff. "Come with me." I buried myself as deep as I could go and as I felt her orgasm begin, I came roaring out her name. As I emptied within her, I wondered if one of my sperm would find her egg and create our first child.
