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.
Present time
When I finish my shower and brush my teeth twice, I feel a little more human, but there's still a dull headache.
Edward's still on the bed, typing away.
"Do you know where we're going?" I wonder, walking to the closet.
"Some club. As Rose said." He shoots me a smile over the laptop's lid. "It's gonna be fun. James made Vic a fake ID."
I snort. "That will be interesting," I agree. "Dress or pants?" I ask, running a hand through my still wet hair.
"Pants. You didn't mention a blouse so yeah."
"That means you'll allow others to see me naked?" I ask mockingly.
"On second thought, wear something that covers everything."
"I got this last night." I show him a white dress that is too long considering I'm too freaking short. "But the hem will be the death of me."
"Can't you do something to shorten it?" he asks. "It's nice."
"Yeah, the girls from the company got it." I beam. "I'm going to ask the girls."
Before I get to open the door, Edward's in front of me. "Put something on you, will you?"
I smirk. "Why, don't you think they'll like to see my legs?"
"Bella."
At his insistence, I put on my bathrobe. It falls to mid-thigh, but it covers my boobs better than a towel.
I find Rose and Alice in the guest bedroom. They get along pretty well, and I'm happy to see it.
"Guys, I need some help."
"She's awake!" Alice claps.
"Still hung-over," I mumble. "Remember the white dress I got last night?"
"It's beautiful." Rose nods.
"I want to wear it now at the club. It's too long…"
"No offence, but that's not for the club, hon. You will be just fine in jeans and a sweater or something."
Alice nods in agreement. "You can wear that somewhere else. Maybe on the honeymoon?"
"Which I still have no idea where it is."
"I don't think Edward knows either," Rose jokes.
"You better be wrong, or I'm going to strangle your brother."
"Honestly, Bella," Alice mutters. "What's the point of the honeymoon? The newlyweds barely leave the room."
"I see it as an opportunity to travel and visit new places. A vacation of sorts. We talked about this," I hiss, marching upstairs. "Tell me you have the honeymoon booked!"
Edward jumps, looking worried at me. He's in the process of getting dressed.
Hmm. I love any opportunity to see his muscles.
I walk closer, running my hand over his biceps. "So, is it all booked?" I look up at him through my lashes.
"Yes, baby. For a couple months, now. I thought you even realized where we're going. I'm not very good at hiding things from you."
"Apparently, you are. Keep it a secret," I rush out when he opens his mouth.
He nods, kissing my nose. "So you're wearing the dress?"
"Nah. Apparently it's not for the club scene. Jeans and a top are a go, though."
I untie my bathrobe, making him moan and crush me to his chest, dipping his head to kiss me.
"Oooops!" Victoria squeaks. "Guys, we're ready to go…"
Edward parts from me, looking at his sister over my head. "Give us five minutes to finish getting dressed."
"No funny business."
I roll my eyes, wrapped the sides of the bathrobe around me, and turned to face her. "Just go. We have every right to do what we want. It's our house, and we're legally married."
"What she said," Edward says lightly.
Victoria scowls at us and leaves.
"Just wait until we return from the honeymoon. No one is allowed in the house," he mutters, kissing my temple.
"No matter what they have planned for us tonight, we'll have fun, okay?" I check, eyeing Edward as I tug a pair of skinny jeans on me.
"Deal."
When we get downstairs, it's nice to find out that the parents aren't joining us.
I don't like it that we drive there, but all I hope is that we have at least one designated driver. Edward jokes about Vic drinking only Coke, and she scowls at him.
The club isn't at all what I expected—it's a karaoke place.
"I'm not singing!" I declare as we walk inside.
"Those will be your last words before you start tequila shots and enchant us with your singing skills!" Emmett tells me, laughing.
"I drank too much last night," I say to no one in particular.
Our secluded spot gives us an amazing view to the stage, where a group of plastered people are singing badly.
I won't be one of them, I promise to myself.
The men place our order, and then we settle in the comfy booths. I snuggle into my husband—he's officially my husband! Edward kisses my head, hugging me tightly.
One hour into the night, I realize it's like any other night out with our friends and family.
I'm sipping from Edward's beer, not ready to drink anything on my own, and I'm on my fifth cigarette. James is trying to be a good sport and declares a war with Vic to see who drinks more Coke by the end of the night. They'll be so buzzed, they won't sleep at all for a long time.
The fun ends when Alice fetches the waitress and whispers in her ear. Five minutes later, two bottles of tequila and many shot glasses appear on the table.
I try to resist, but Edward lures me into drinking. He makes me lie down on our booth, raises my blouse, and prepares for a body shot.
Of course, I want to reciprocate.
God, to feel his tongue on my navel, licking up to the valley between my breasts. I'm a goner.
The second he sits up, I straddle his lap and start licking at his neck before tipping his head back and pouring tequila in the spot where his throat meets his collar bones, then I sip and lick it clean. So damn tasty.
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me hungrily until the others interrupt us, reminding us we can do that later.
I want him now, though.
I need him.
We keep drinking and talking. This is how I wanted my bachelorette party to go…not that failure of last night. Well, not failure, but I could have lived without their stupid advice.
We're getting advice now, too, but it's a lot more R rated, and we're so hammered we can have fun—no parents to embarrass me.
Because we're probably too gone, we decide to play Truth or Dare. Seriously now, we're middle aged people—most of us—and we end up playing kids' games.
"When's the last time you got a real surprise? Like a good one," Victoria asks, eyeing her sister.
"I know!" Rose exclaims. "It was a couple weeks ago! I got this nice invitation to my brother's wedding," she giggles.
"True, man." Emmett nods. "Everyone lost all hope about receiving an invitation."
"We couldn't decide on something," I explain.
"I kept telling them for months to get a move on that one," Alice quips, shaking her head.
"Oh, shush!" Edward waves a hand around. "Everyone knew we're getting married."
"Anyway, my dear brother, truth or dare?" Rose asks, grinning.
He downs is shot, slams the glass to the table. "Dare, 'course."
"Go there and do it as best as you can. You can choose whatever song you want." She points to the stage.
"Sure."
I stare at him in shock.
"You'd sing? How drunk are you?"
"Not as drunk as you think." He pecks my lips and makes his way to the bar to ask for a song, probably.
I watch amused as he climbs on the stage, holding the microphone awkwardly, his eyes on me.
"The next song goes to my beautiful wife. I love you, Bella."
I blow him a kiss, and feel my cheeks coloring.
As I sit in this smokey room
The night about to end
I pass my time with strangers
But this bottle's my only friend
What's this?
Really? A sad song?
Remember when we used to park
On Butler Street out in the dark
Remember when we lost the keys
And you lost more than that in my backseat, baby
He throws me a smile, making me roll my eyes.
His car doesn't even have a backseat.
Not like I'm that kind.
Remember how we used to talk
About busting out - we'd break their hearts
Together - forever
Never say goodbye, never say goodbye
You and me and my old friends
Hoping it would never end
Say goodbye, never say goodbye
Holdin' on - we got to try
Holdin' on to never say goodbye
The song is so beautiful, and I understand what he's trying to say.
His voice doesn't sound bad at all, and I admire his courage for singing in front a room full of strangers.
I know that his dare to me will be to sing. And I'll probably do it.
As the song draws to an end, Edward gives away the microphone and joins us. He stops next to me and leans down. "I love you, baby, so fucking much you have no idea," he murmurs in my ear.
"Home," I whisper back.
He nods, takes my hand, and leads me toward the exit.
I can hear the others shouting after us, and some people from the club are cat-calling. I don't care.
On the way home, we give the cab driver quite the show, but I can't keep my hands and lips off my man. He's just as bad.
I feel bad for the driver. I bet he needs a cold shower after dropping us off. I even nudge Edward to give him an extra special tip for dealing with us.
Once inside the house, we walk quietly upstairs. Well, we stumble on the stairs a couple times, but we have a destination—the bed.
Edward tosses me on top of the bed before jumping on me, chuckling in my neck.
"I had no idea you could sing," I whisper, wrapping my fingers in his hair.
"There are many undiscovered talents you don't know about me, Mrs. Cullen."
My heart.
"Say it again, sweetie." I cup his cheek, gazing at him longingly.
"Mrs. Cullen." Edward captures my mouth in a deep kiss, while his hands work on undressing me.
I reciprocate as fast as I can.
Our clothes start flying in different directions, but I don't care. Only when we're naked do we take time to savor the moment—both of us on our knees, caressing and kissing. This is just the calm before the storm, because when my caresses reach his rock hard erection, I'm flipped on my stomach while Edward straddles me sideways and slides inside.
I scream into the bed sheet at the sudden intrusion but urge him to start moving when he stops, running a hand over my back.
He's so deep like this, rubbing deliciously against my g-spot. Of course, Edward's the only one to have found it, and ever since he figured out what to do, I'm always putty in his hands.
I keep trying to turn around until he takes his shirt off the floor and binds my wrists to the headboard. Now he's right behind me, raising my ass, changing the angle, and sinking back inside, moving at a blinding speed.
"Fuuuuck, Edward!"
"This is just the preview of what will happen on the honeymoon," he grunts, his fingers digging into my ass while he thrusts hard into me.
"Are we going to Amsterdam by any chance? We'd fit in wonderfully with the kinky community."
"Why are you still thinking clearly?" he demands, leaning closer and cupping my breasts.
"I'm not, trust me."
"Good. You'll forget your name by the time I'm done with you."
I'm reduced to a bumbling mess who can only moan and call half pleas for mercy. I lose balance and fall head first into his pillow—instead of stopping him, this makes him raise my hips higher and dive into me faster and harder.
Good God.
I won't be able to walk.
Walking is overrated.
If this is just the preview, as he named it, I can't wait for the honeymoon.
Bring it.
I find my release with a huge smile on my face, imagining what the week away can bring us. Edward falls next to me, breathing harshly.
After he unties me, we cuddle up and fall into a blissful sleep.
The song is Never Say Goodbye by Bon Jon.
