One chapter will talk about the past, one about the present until we reach the point where we began with the present. Confusing much? It keeps things interesting. ;)
Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33. And to my newest help: Momma Laura.
June 2011
I decide to have some fun with Edward since he's a heavy sleeper.
As I work the ties around his wrists, I think of how off-handedly he told me last night that today is his birthday, but not to worry—he got all he wanted.
I didn't doubt he got all he wanted when he was buried balls deep inside my pussy.
Smirking to myself, I finish tying his wrists to the bed then start the slow torture. Small kisses and touches until he wakes with a jerk. His smile turns into a frown as he yanks with his wrists at his bound hands.
"What the fuck?" he mutters, tugging at his wrists. When he realizes what's going on, his head falls on the bed and a long groan escapes him. "You're going to kill me."
"Happy birthday, pretty boy." I grin, sucking at his Adam's apple.
"Fuuuck! Can my birthday be every day?"
"It depends on how good you are," I tease him, circling the bobbing apple with my tongue.
Damn, this part of him drives me crazy.
"Gimme nipple," he whines. "I hate not being able to touch you."
I feed him my left breast, moaning at the wonderful feeling.
Unfortunately, my plan doesn't work when the doorbell rings loudly.
"Are you expecting someone?" I squeak, tearing myself away and wrapping the bed sheet around me.
"Not that I know of. Can you get rid of whoever is there?"
"Uh, sure," I mumble, rearranging the sheet around me before taking the stairs slowly.
If it's one of his friends, can I really send them away?
What if it is family?
Or maybe an ex dropping by to say "Happy birthday."
Ungh. I should have untied him and made him open the door.
I'm in a bed sheet, for Christ's sake!
And he's naked and looking all yummy upstairs…tied up.
I wrench the front door open and come face to face with a woman in her fifties.
I don't have to be a genius.
Edward's mom.
She giggles nervously. "Here I thought he was all alone on his birthday."
I swallow convulsively and offer her a small smile, hugging the sheet around me. "Hello."
"I realize it's bad timing, but we prepared a nice surprise for Edward. You can join us. Do you mind bringing him downstairs? Oh, I'm Esme, his mother, if you haven't realized."
"Uh, Bella. Sure." I nod jerkily before running upstairs, nearly tripping on the stairs.
"Are they gone?" Edward asks, lifting his head to grin at me.
"Your mom is downstairs. Can I burrow myself in a spot under your bed? I think I'm going to die," I mumble.
"Mom?" he yells shocked. "Untie me!" he pleads urgently.
I quickly take the ties off. We get dressed, and I'm thinking of calling a cab to go home, but apparently Edward has other plans.
He's holding my hand making it look like something else as we walk in the kitchen. "Mom." He kisses her cheek. "Sorry for finding out this way."
What's he playing at? I frown at him.
We're not dating, dude!
Did he hit his head or something?
"I met Bella. She's a nice girl, though I knew for a while there was someone. We barely see you," she admonishes him.
He hangs his head, and I see what he meant about being a mama's boy.
"Now, I have instructions to steal you," she adds cheerfully, producing a silky scarf from her purse.
"First, tied up, now blindfolded. I'm liking my birthday more and more. Shit." Edward's eyes widen when he realizes what he just said.
I hide behind him, trying to get control over my blush. "Sounds like we need to gag you, too," I mutter.
Once the scarf is covering Edward's eyes, Esme takes us to a car outside. I'm surprised to see a simple Volvo – not some fancy car…like her son's.
I take this opportunity to try and say goodbye, but it doesn't work. I get sucked in the birthday surprise, riding shotgun while Edward's in the backseat, jittery, asking where we're going.
Esme mutely points to the glove compartment. For a wild second I think she wants to duct tape his mouth, but I find a picture with a cottage…on the beach. In Beach Haven West.
"I really…" I start protesting.
"Tell me your address," she cuts me off.
Oh.
Thank God she's taking me home.
Saves me more embarrassment.
It turns out, I'm home only to pack. I have fifteen minutes according to Esme's schedule. When I ask her through hushed voices if Edward has his own bag, she rolls her eyes and pushes me out of the car.
I don't get it, but she's doesn't budge. She's like a version of my Mom, only much more styled and filter-free.
Two hours of driving later, we arrive in front of the cottage. There are two cars parked to the side.
Oh, my God.
His whole family is here.
"We're here, honey!" Esme exclaims excited.
"Finally. Why do I have a feeling I'm back home, and you just drove around?" he mutters from behind me.
"You're home, indeed. The beach house!" she tells him cheerfully.
We get out of the car, Edward with his mom's help since he still has the scarf around his head.
"Thank God you dropped Isabella at home. I'd hate for her to see all the embarrassing shit you have here," he mumbles.
I bite my lip, trying not to laugh.
Esme winks at me, gesturing for me to be quiet. "Yes, too bad, honey. Go ahead. I have to take care of Part Two of your surprise."
"If you brought Heidi, I'm going to drown myself in the ocean," Edward hisses, fisting his hands.
I see Esme paling. Her arms rise as if to untie his blindfold, but she changes her mind. "I haven't seen her since…then."
"At least guide me to the house. Don't leave me here," he protests quietly. "Mom?" He turns his head when he hears her walking away. "I know it will upset you if I take this off. Come on…I don't want to break my neck today."
She nods to me to accompany him to the door.
When I grab his arm, Edward jumps and freezes. "Isabella?"
"Who else?" I giggle.
"Shit."
We walk slowly to the front door.
"Who's Heidi?" I blurt out, my heart beating in my throat.
"I'll tell you some other time. If I survive this surprise…I'll take you to that locked room…home."
"Okay," I whisper, opening the door.
There are four people in front of the door, and they start yelling when they see us.
"SURPRISE!"
The clapping and cheering dies down when they realize who is standing next to Edward. He takes the scarf off, clearing his throat. "Surprise," he mocks them, fighting a smile as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. "This is Isabella. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time and got kidnapped along with me."
"Seriously? You're fucking hookers now?" The blonde girl that I remember as Rosalie asks, disgusted.
"Rose, you met Isabella at work. She's on my team!" Edward snaps.
"Were you working on your birthday?" an older man asks amused. "Typical." He smiles at me, and I can see the resemblance between them. "I'm Carlisle, his father."
"That's Emmett, my brother-in-law, Rose's husband. And the overexcited kid is my younger sister, Victoria," Edward explains.
The young one breaks free from the group and rushes to Edward, jumping in his arms. She doesn't look that young—she's a teenager. A really, really cute girl. Redhead, blue eyes, freckles.
The awkward silence that has fallen in the small hallway is interrupted by the door opening and Esme stepping in, eyeing us surprised.
"We have a spacious living room. Honey, where are your manners?" she scolds her husband. "Vic, get off your brother."
Victoria kisses her brother's cheek soundly before jumping down and coming to me, hugging me tightly. "Hola!"
"Uh, hi."
"You're like the sister I always wanted and never had!" she exclaims, kissing my cheeks. Her eyes shift between me and Edward. "You make such a cute couple!"
"Honey, you already have a sister," Esme reminds her, shaking her head.
"She doesn't count," Victoria dismisses the information making her sister bristle and storm to the living room. Her husband—much younger husband, mind you—running after her.
"Come on, sis." Edward drapes his arm over her shoulders. "Let's not scare Isabella. We should introduce her to the crazy family slowly."
"I can't believe he kept you a secret!" Victoria whines, taking my hand. "We're going to be great friends!"
"Is she always like this or is it because of the recent news she got?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder at Edward.
"Speaking of me or big sista?" Victoria asks.
"Rose. I mean, I know her situation should hurt, and to an extent, I understand her, but I assumed when in need, you stay close to your dear ones and not drive them away." I shrug.
"She's just jealous. Because of the age gap, they're not really close. I'm in the middle, so I had to put up with both of them," Edward explains.
"I put up with you, asshole!" Rose snaps from the couch in the living room.
I'm not sure if I'm welcomed in here.
I still can't believe I got dragged into this.
"Whatever, Rose. You always were a drama queen. The attention is not on you, and bam, you start whining and acting like no one cares for you." Victoria takes me to the other couch. "And don't insult our guest. Bella is Edward's girlfriend. He's never had a girlfriend."
"That you know of," Rose mutters. "They seem to move far, far away when—"
"Don't finish that!" Edward yells, making me jump.
She huffs and leaves the room. This time her husband stays rooted in spot, his eyes on me.
"It takes time for her to warm up to people," he excuses his wife. "She's not mean."
"Because she has two faces. She's an angel with you and a devil with us," Victoria comments.
"Enough!" their father calls loudly. "So, Bella, right?" he asks me. I nod. "Tell us about you. Edward sure knows how to keep his relationships secret."
"It's nothing official," I mumble.
"Yeah, we're just taking it easy…to see if it works." He winks at me.
Easy, my ass.
When we're alone, we're taking it anything but easy—we're going at it like rabbits.
The sexual relationship is healthy.
The other relationship—which doesn't exist much—is going at snail's pace.
