I want a Mommy!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. The plot, along with a few of the characters I add here and there belong to my ruthless muse.
Chapter Eleven
After entering her code at the keypad, Bella drove through the gates of the estate and let out a small huff. There had been no point in attending her morning classes; she hadn't been able to concentrate on the material or the lectures. How could she concentrate on anything–she was going to be Mrs. Edward Cullen, mob wife–it sounded like a damn reality show, not her life. She hung her school bag in the hall closet, placed her e-reader on the entryway table and slipped out of her converse sneakers. She was surprised that EJ wasn't waiting for her, like he usually is, especially now that he's on summer break.
"They're in the backyard, Sweetie." Elizabeth informed her fondly, holding out a glass of her favorite soda. "Edward's teaching EJ–well not actually teaching EJ anything–they're playing soccer, come watch."
Bella observed EJ and Edward from the kitchen window, watching as they kicked the soccer ball around the backyard. Her mind hadn't stopped; she spent the night before tossing and turning over every single moment she had spent with Edward. How had she missed it? The monster hiding behind the expensive suit and charming smiles. Her mind recoiled at the thought. He wasn't a monster. He was EJ's father, her soon to be husband. The same man that made her laugh, made her feel safe and protected. He was respected for his intellect and business-savvy mind, not just feared for the wrath he could bring. She knew, suspected that he let her see the man behind the mobster–a side no one sees–the domesticated, loving side.
Bella grinned as she heard the hallway entrance door slam open and then shut, and the sound of tiny feet pounded down the hallway.
"Uh, uh, wash your hands," Bella chided gently at the dirty boy who groaned and placed hand-picked flowers on the tabletop.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes heavenward, the poor flower bed. She smirked to herself as she spread the peanut butter over the apple slices, listening to the sound of the kitchen chair as it scraped across the tile floor. Bella had brought this house exactly what it needed–a matriarch; she had already done wonders for her boys.
EJ grinned up at Bella as she turned on the faucet. "Bella, I'm an..." he scrunched up his nose as he thought for a second, "...upper-tunist man."
"You mean you're an opportunist?" Bella asked, wondering briefly what her green-eyed boy was up to now, watching as he pumped too much soap into his tiny little palm. Neither of them glanced at Elizabeth who put their snack on the table and quietly left the room.
"Yeah, that," he charmed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Daddy had to go, he's thinking of a way to say sorry – he is sorry ya know?" He chirped happily lathering his hands with the soap. "And that means you and me have got the rest of the day to just us."
Bella lips twitched upwards. "Oh yeah?"
"Yep." EJ nodded eagerly.
"What are you cooking up in that great big mind of yours?" Bella asked knowingly as she shut off the faucet and watched as he scrambled out of the chair, and gathered the flowers he picked for her in the garden bed.
"Miss Bella, it would be my honor if you'd go on a date with me," EJ announced seriously, holding out the colorful flowers he had picked for her. She took the flowers with a touched heart and breathed in their lovely scent. With a curl of his fingers he motioned her down to his level and whispered, "Don't tell Miss Elizabeth, she gets all grouchy when I pluck flowers out of the garden, but Daddy helped me pick them just for you."
"And just where are we going on our date, Green Eyes?" Bella asked curiously.
EJ's eyes twinkled. "Our park," he stated as if it was obvious. "Ya' know the park, the one with the carousel."
Bella bit her lip and thought it over. Edward had... he had been the one to suggest that EJ and her do something fun together, just them. It was sneaky and underhanded of him to use her love for EJ against her. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was still worried she'd pull a runner and bolt from him, away from him and the lifestyle he lived. She knew how much EJ treasured going to the quaint little park they had discovered down the road with the half-century-old carousel.
"Okay, go get ready and I'll tell Andrew." Bella agreed, her heart swelling at the pure joyful smile that blossomed across EJ's face before he turned and bolted. She could hear his feet pounding up the staircase as she made her way to the surveillance room.
"Andrew, inform Edward that we're going to Exploration Park," Bella instructed, watching as Andrew pulled out his cell phone and shot off a text message to his boss.
"The Suburban will be ready in five," Andrew responded. Bella gave her guard a glance over, these men, they knew actually who they were working for, did their bidding for. Bella didn't have a doubt in her mind that if she ever really wanted to leave Edward, these men wouldn't blink twice if orders were to bring her back.
"Okay," Bella murmured absentmindedly as she tugged on her sneakers, gathered her e-reader and slipped it inside of her poppy-colored Coach purse.
"I'm ready," EJ informed them as he rounded the corner with his stuffed giraffe and book in hand.
No one spoke as Marcus held open the Suburban door for them. "Two cars, really?" Bella asked, eyeing the other Suburban that Jimmy was climbing into parked behind them.
"Safety procedures, ma'am," Marcus informed her as she buckled up after checking EJ's straps and buckles.
"Bella, could you read to me?" he asked eagerly, thrusting his book forward into her waiting hand. They had started reading "The Adventures of Bailey School Kids – Vampires Don't Wear Polka Dots."
...
"She's going to put up a fuss," Edward sighed, running a hand through his wild locks.
"Most likely," Jasper agreed. "I said to do something grand, you did it. You took grand to a whole new fucking ballpark," he muttered looking over at Edward's personal jet. "Don't start fucking stressing now, it's five days. I can handle the business end; Emmett can handle any family matters that arise. Together, Emmett and I should be able to handle anything that comes up."
Edward's lip quirked upward.
"Besides, this will throw the target off. With you and her gone, out of the city, maybe he'll fuck up, take a risk or some shit," Jasper said lighting up a cigarette. "We need him to slip up."
"If you catch the sonofabitch, toss his ass in the pit with James until I get back," Edward ordered sourly.
"Yeah, about James, Ed?" Jasper asked releasing a puff of smoke.
"He remains missing, until I decide if he lives or dies. For now he can waste away in the hole," Edward grunted, his jaw clicking as his mind thinks of James' transgressions, of his father's sins. How the hell was he going to handle that complicated mess? "I want you to put Benny on watching Aro; I don't know why he's loitering around my city. I don't care what Carlisle says, Aro is a threat."
"Aye Aye, Boss," Jasper nodded, there it was–trust and brotherhood, Edward quirks a smile at Jasper.
"Here they are," Edward said, his features smoothing as the Suburban came to a halt near the runway.
"Are you ready for it?" Jasper drawled aloofly, he couldn't hide the amused smirk that spread across his face. He realized Edward didn't know it yet, but he had fallen. Never had he dreamed he'd see Edward tangled and torn up over a woman.
"Ready for what?" Edward enquired, raising an eyebrow at his longtime friend.
"For five days of being just Edward Cullen, father and husband, without the bullshit and distractions," Jasper clarified, kicking away from the car he had been leaning against.
"What's going on?" Bella's voice rang out as she slipped out of the Suburban, EJ's hand wrapped firmly in hers. Jasper slipped away, toward the Suburban. "Edward?" Bella asked uncertainly, her eyes taking in the small luxury plane, glancing around watching as the people around them bustled with activity. Bella followed as EJ pulled her forward toward his father. "Edward, what's going on?"
"We're going on a trip." Edward motioned toward his plane, a secretive but happy smile spreading across his face. This was part of the Edward she knew, he didn't make requests, he gave commands, and he most certainly didn't understand or accept the word No as an option or an answer, when he wanted something. She knew it should bother her more; however, she found that particular trait extremely attractive.
"I can't just go on a trip," Bella sputtered, breathing in noisily trying to keep her temper in check. She could feel her resolve slipping as EJ's eyes watered. "Have you taken a knock to your skull lately?" she questioned, digging her heels in. "Finals start Monday."
"It's taken care of." Edward shrugged casually, ignoring her death glare.
Bella huffed. Here he was Jimmy Hoffa'ing her; damn her for wandering eyes. Sinful jeans, collared polo, sneakers, he was looking very casual forgoing his normal forbidding suits.
"What actually does that mean– 'it's taken care of'?" she asked tartly.
"I've spoken to your professors, made arrangements for the rest of this week's absence. Each professor assured me that you're more than ready to pass your exams, but even still they will be emailing you notes and material you need. Each morning from eight to noon is carved out for your schoolwork. You'll be home by Sunday evening, with plenty time for one last cram session with Angela," Edward explained.
Bella eyes widened, "That isn't fair, Edward. Other students can't just take off."
He cut her off sharply, "Life isn't fair, Isabella, it's corrupt; it's about whom you know and the connections you make. I know you haven't wrapped your mind around it yet, love, but I am very well connected." He breathed in and then out and added much softer, "We need this. I need this. Five days of just us, together. I find myself needing to prove to you that I am still the same man, just a little more. I want... I need you to stay."
"Edward," Bella's tone is sharp, but Edward can see the contradiction in her face, while her mouth is in a firm frown and her tone is sharp alluding to her frustration, her warm brown eyes were softening. Edward tugged on his ear, signaling EJ to help crumble her defenses.
"Are you guys breaking up like Todd's parents?" EJ asked, turning his watery green eyes on Bella. "Are you not going to marry Daddy anymore?" Edward bit his lip to keep from grinning as Bella gasped, spinning around and kneeling before EJ, opening her arms as he tossed his tiny body into hers squeezing her tightly.
"No, no, honey," Bella soothed, lifting EJ into her arms, rocking him.
EJ cried into her shoulder. "But, you don't want to go with us."
"I do, I do," Bella reassured. "I have some conditions for your father, but we're going to have so much fun. Why don't you go get your IPad out of the Suburban and play ABC Mouse on the plane," Bella instructed, placing EJ back onto his feet. She watched him bolt off, climb in and out of the Suburban. She waited until Marcus and EJ boarded the plane to round on Edward, who was waiting patiently for her outburst.
"Your conditions?" He asked, his green eyes twinkling and his eyebrow shot up in surprise, as she held her hand out.
"Hand over your phone," she demanded sweetly. "If we're going on a trip then we... no, I want your full attention. I won't have you creeping off to take phone calls every ten minutes."
"Isabella," Edward sighed.
"Don't Isabella me, you say this trip is for us–then prove it. Hand over your phone," Bella bravados. "I'm not saying you can't take or make phone calls at all. I'm not stupid. I understand you just can't stop being you, but let's say during the hours of ten a.m. until nine p.m., we get your full uninterrupted attention; you only accept true, honest to God emergency calls during those hours."
"Okay, deal," Edward agreed and slipped his phone into her hand. He grinned widely, as she gaped at him and eyed him suspiciously. "No phone calls between ten a.m. and nine p.m., anything else, mistress?" he asked huskily, leaning into her.
"And wherever we're going, it better be warm and full of sunshine," she teased, and pecked his lips before she darted around him and onto the plane. EJ grinned up at her and scooted up next to her when she took a seat near him on the sofa.
"That went better than expected," Edward murmured to himself ignoring Antonio's chuckling, as they boarded the small luxury plane. Edward slid next to Bella on the small sofa, while she was quietly helping EJ with his game.
He waited until Bella glanced up at him and smiled for him to wrap an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. He felt himself, his body, relax for the first time in days as he listened to the quiet chatter of his son and his fiancée. The sweet smell of Isabella soothed his frazzled nerves and the comfort of her warm body pressed against him brought a peace of mind, he had never really felt before meeting her.
"So where are we going, Daddy?" EJ asked turning his eyes away from plane window, for moment to look at his Dad.
"It's a surprise," Edward explained, not opening his eyes as Bella snuggled into him, her even rhythm lulling him back to sleep.
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Edward woke shortly before they landed.
He smiled as he stepped off the plane. The hot, humid air making him smile as he took in the palm trees.
"Orlando! Orlando," Bella gushed as she carried a tired EJ down the steps of the plane to the waiting limousine.
"What's Orlando?" EJ murmured not raising his sleepy head off of Bella's shoulder.
"Tomorrow, EJ, tomorrow's going to be magical," Bella breathed keeping the surprise as she helped EJ buckle into his booster seat.
Edward watched the wanderlust that flitted across Bella's face as they made their way through Orlando to their hotel. He was reminded by Bella's blue-collar raising, she seemed mesmerized and a little startled by the bellhops who rushed to open the limousine door. Two bellhops, a butler and manager were awaiting them. "Ritz Carlton?" she breathed and her eyes were wide. He knew that a Hilton would've sufficed, even impressed her. This trip was not only to prove he was the same man, but yet a good opportunity for her to take the plunge off of poor man's pike, and into the luxurious life he was offering. It was time to open her eyes to the extent of his wealth and power.
"Mr. Cullen, we're so happy to have you back with us once again," the concierge stated politely. "The Royal Suite awaits you; unfortunately I will need a few signatures before we can escort you up."
"Of course," Edward murmured and turned to Bella. "Why don't you take EJ and Marcus and peek around the resort while I finish up the paperwork."
"Okay, Daddy," EJ interjected tugging on Bella's hand, now wide awake. It amazed Edward how his child could go from on the brink of sleep to full alert and excitable. "Can we go see if they have a pool? Can we, Mom, can we?"
Edward smiled widely, neither Bella nor EJ seemed aware of his slip of the tongue. Bella's attention went to EJ, it warmed something deep inside of him to see her smile so sweetly toward his child, their child. He mentally scuffed at himself as EJ and Bella walked away from him, he didn't miss the mile-wide smile spread across EJ's face as he rambled away at Bella. Who was he kidding? EJ was much more her child than his.
"Are the rooms set up as requested?" Edward enquired, following the manger and concierge. Shaking off the jealousy that had sprung upon him so suddenly, this was their week. A week to help him mend and expand the narrow, crumbling bridge he seemed to be walking down with both Bella and his son.
"Of course, sir, the master bedroom is set up with the romantic package, the third bedroom is set up for in-room camping and the television in the room has been programed only to show Disney Jr. and Nick Jr." The concierge assured as the manager pushed the paperwork across the desk. With a few mind-numbing swipes of his pen, he applied his signature. "The fridges are stocked; your personal shopper spoke and worked with one of Nordstrom's personal shoppers. Everything is put away as expected and, Mr. Evans will be your personal butler. Is there anything we here at Grand Lakes can do for you, Mr. Cullen?" The concierge asked politely.
"Yes–yes there is," Edward smirked lazily. "In an hour or two, two Federal agents going by the name Simmons and Reagan will be checking in. Why don't you upgrade their room to a two-bedroom suite and give them the getaway package. Apply all charges to my credit card, and please inform them that I'll be leaving for the Disney World Park at noon."
"Is that all?"
"No, I plan to re-propose to my fiancée on Saturday night. The first time was a little too business like. I want to woo her this week, seek her forgiveness and then give her a proposal that she ultimately deserves. A memory she will treasure for the rest of her life. I want simple, elegant with a wow factor, Julian."
"We'd be delighted to help you accomplish that. I'll talk to the staff; we do these things regularly. We will come up with some plans and we can discuss them tomorrow evening," the concierge offered.
Edward nodded his acceptance before stepping away from the helpful staff, ready to go find his family.
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Edward slipped up behind Bella, who was watching EJ, who was squealing as he ran from Marcus. "Run, EJ, run. He's going to get you," she called after EJ, so engrossed watching him dash around the playground equipment, that she wasn't aware of Edward's close proximity, and she just about jumped out of her skin when his arms wrapped around her.
"Gotcha," Edward teased kissing the side of her neck.
"Edward!" Bella shrieked, whirling around and smacking his shoulder for startling her. "You scared the bejesus out of me."
He chuckled softly and pulled her into him. "So?" he whispered.
"It's beautiful," she answered and twirled in his arms so she could face him. "It's Orlando and Disney World," she snickered. "A little crazy; I can't believe I'm here, but this place is picturesque. Do you know my mother lives only a few hours from here?"
"Jacksonville, right?" Edward asked, wondering where her mind was going. "If you want to go see her, we can, tomorrow even."
"No, but thank you," Bella smiled tightly, trying to mask the sadness she felt. "I just meant all the summers I was forced to visit her as a child, I only ever saw the crummy neighborhoods she lived in with her husband. No matter how many times I wanted to come here, we never did, she always promised but it never happened." Edward caressed her cheek. "I haven't seen her since I was fifteen. I only hear from her when she needs something anymore."
"What about when you father passed?" he asked.
"I spent the last few months of high school with Angela's family, and then I moved to Seattle for school. I knew if I didn't leave, I would've probably ended up with a house and a baby, with a waitressing job or working my way up at the grocery store for the rest of my life. Without my dad there, I didn't want to get tied down in Forks; I just wanted to start over," she confessed. "It was good for me. I enrolled, found my apartment, got a few jobs, and was a part of a couple of groups that helped me a lot." Neither spoke as they watched EJ, content to be in each other's arms.
"EJ, c'mon, time to head inside," Edward called. He was pleased to see the smile that lit up his son's face as he sprinted toward them. He squeezed Bella a little tighter, grateful for her presence in their lives. She was changing them, linking them all together as a family. He had always loved his son, more than life itself, but she pulled, pushed and prodded the parental side out of him, helped him connect with his child in a way he didn't know he was missing. He let go of her and swept his son off his feet and onto his hip, he reached out with his free right hand and grasped Bella's hand into his.
"Do you want to eat down here or in our room?" Edward asked as EJ eyed a very pregnant woman suspiciously.
"Room service; I feel all grungy," Bella admitted looking around at the very well dressed people that were waiting to get into the restaurant.
"Psst, Bella?" EJ whispered, not taking his eyes off the pregnant woman.
"What's wrong with that lady?"
Bella's lip twitched upward. "She's pregnant," she answered; with EJ's crumpled brow she realized that he was still confused. "That means she has a baby growing inside her belly."
Edward snickered at the horror that crossed his child's face. "She ate her baby?" he asked dismayed as they walked toward the elevator.
"No–no, that's just how babies grow until they're big enough to be born," Bella explained, shooting Edward a look for his whole body was shaking with silent laughter as they entered the elevator.
EJ pursed his lips, clearly frustrated and thinking. "Well, how did the baby get in there?" With that question Edward's body froze, and his eyes shot to Bella's.
"Very special love magic," Bella explained simply as they exited the elevator and entered their suite. Edward shot her a wolfish smile as he pictured performing that special brand of love magic with Bella, he shook his head as he pictured her soft and round with his child.
Together they ate pasta and bread in their pajamas, followed by reading two chapters of The Adventures of the Bailey School Kids, inside of EJ's tent residing in the second bedroom of the suite. "Sweet dreams," Bella whispered as Edward handed EJ his stuffed giraffe.
"Finally, you're all mine," Edward teased as he tossed her over his shoulder, ignoring her soft protesting as he strutted to the master bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed, his eyes lit up with lust and desire. She rolled over and her eyes caught sight of their private balcony, and striking view of the night sky and Orlando, off in the distance. He followed her outside, loving the emotions that flashed behind her eyes.
"Look at that!" she exclaimed softly, twirling around and giggling. "Amazing, Edward," is all she said being momentarily at a loss for words. After a few peaceful minutes soaking in the view she sobered. "Next time I get mad, you can't just sweep us off to some magical land. This won't always work," she said softly.
"I'm still the same man. I never meant to fool you, or hide who I am from you, Isabella. You have to understand that it's uncommon for me to meet someone that doesn't know, exactly who they think I am," Edward reasoned as he stepped into her personal space. "I do run a criminal organization, but please don't ask me to change that because I can't. That part of me isn't something from which I can just walk away," Edward said, stiffening. He knew this was something they really need to discuss and move on from. "I was born into this life, Isabella," he explained. "There is no out for me; the only way out comes from the receiving end of a bullet and death."
"I know," she breathed, she had figured as much. "Edward you're a criminal; not just a criminal, you're a mobster, a Mob Boss," Bella whispered and her deep, brown eyes meet his. "I can't bring myself to care about that," she admitted blushing deeply. "Do you know what scares me the most?" she asked, "that you'll get caught or we'll lose you."
"I can't promise you that I'll always be safe. There is no way I can tell you I'll always be on the right side of the law," Edward said wrapping his arms around her. "I can promise that you and EJ will always be protected, taken care of and that I will gladly die before my life brings either of you any pain."
"What about EJ, does he have to live this life, too?" Bella's voice cracked, she couldn't imagine her sweet boy or any children they might have being a part of his father's organization.
Edward's heart cracked at the deep sadness he found in Bella's eyes, he shook his head negatively. "No."
"What if we decide to have more children?" she questioned.
"No," Edward restated firmly. "I will do everything I can to keep them out of this lifestyle. I am doing everything I can to pull my family away from this dangerous world. I've been working at this a long time, Bella. I never wanted this and I am doing everything I can," he admitted to her, his green eyes filled with pain.
"Okay," she said nodding and wrapping herself around him. "Can you promise that you'll always try to come home to us?"
"Yes, I swear to you. I will always do whatever it takes to make it back home to you guys. I won't go down easily or get caught stupidly," Edward promised. "I love hearing you saying that," he confessed quietly, his body relaxing the weight of everything crumbling around him. "I love knowing you think of me and EJ as home," he moaned loudly as Bella's lips reached up and caught his in a sweet kiss. "I need you to stay, Isabella; I know it sounds crazy but I need you to stay. Please see past that part of me, and be able to forgive me and…" he faltered, could he really ask her to love him.
"I love you," Bella breathed against his lips. The simple words taking root into his soul, as her chocolate-brown eyes locked on Edward's emerald-green ones. He watched as she pulled back and bit her lip nervously; he groaned as her pink little tongue darted out of her mouth to soothe her abused bottom lip. "You don't have to say…" she started to say, her voice shaky and raw. "I mean, it's okay if you don't," she rambled, her confidence melting and embarrassment struggling to take hold, but before she could feel rejected or humiliated Edward cut her off.
"I love you, too, Isabella, never doubt that," he grinned widely. He hadn't been aware at how badly he had needed to say it. How much he had wanted to hear those words spill from her lips, until after they had fallen.
She smiled boldly. "Prove it," she commanded into his ear before nibbling his earlobe teasingly.
He knew she needed his physical reassurance, love.
His love.
He groaned as her soft kisses made a slow trail down his five o'clock shadow. It hit him, this wasn't like the meaningless sex he was used to having. This wasn't dirty, emotionless or manipulative. This was raw, engaging, equally about her pleasure and his.
"I'm going to make love to you—right here, right now on this balcony, underneath these glorious stars, with the soft moonlight glowing against your skin," he whispered naughtily, making her shiver as he gently tugged her sundress over her head. He made quick work of removing her white, lacy bra, before gently laying her back onto the double chaise lounge chair. With a quick twist of a lever, it positioned itself down into a bed where she slipped her matching thong off. He grinned down at her. "So beautiful," he murmured, drinking her in–his eyes darkening with lust. "I'm going to make you mine, Isabella. All fucking mine, no man will ever see you like this again but me, your eyes bright and wide so filled with want and love. If other men knew what I had, they'd be jealous bastards. There have been wars over women like you, and men would kill to have a woman like you, Isabella." He leaned down and pressed a searing kiss to her lips, giving her a glimpse of the possessiveness and darker side of him. He swiped his tongue over her lip; he groaned as her lips parted and her tongue darted out and clashed against his.
"Edward," she moaned gently, pushing him back lightly. "You're overdressed," she murmured raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow at his polo and jeans.
"I can remedy that," he chuckled, and pulled his polo over his head, not caring where it landed. He loved how her eyes drank him in as they ran up and down his bare chest, over every scar, running over his well-formed abs, and how her gaze lingered on his family crest tattoo that sat near his heart. He kicked his shoes, socks, jeans and briefs away from him before settling between her thighs once again. He growled lowly in the back of his throat as her small soft hands traced over his tattoo. "After we're married, your name goes here," he said thumping the space in between the crest and EJ's name.
He slides his tongue up from her belly button over the swells of her breasts, his mouth stopping when it finds its destination. He brings her nipple into his mouth with a gentle suck. A soft whimper encourages him, so he gives an experimental tug and is welcomed with a louder groan. He sucks harder, finding a rhythm that leaves her panting and wanting, needing more.
Everything about this image was right, she was right, she belonged here with him, in his bed, by his side, mothering his children, loving him. He had to say it again, hear it again. He releases her nipple with a soft pop, and presses himself to her center as he hovers over her, "I love you."
"I love you," she cries out, it happens so suddenly, a single, well positioned thrust and she could only moan as he slides fully inside of her.
He remains still, looking down on her with an oddly tender gaze nothing like his intense stare she was used to; she could feel every twitch, the rapid wildly beating of his heart underneath her fingertips. They were locked together so tightly, she was amazed when he began rocking his hips, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. Her release was building low and deep, coiling waiting for her to fall over the edge of bliss.
"I'm yours, baby," Bella whispered as he clung to her. There wasn't anything less she could give him that he didn't already have. She was his as much as he was hers.
"Ah, love," Edward growled, seeming to come undone by her words. His control was gone. He pulled her fingers to his mouth and licked them and placed them over her clit. "I need you to get yourself there, love, I'm not going to last much longer, so fucking sweet," he commanded switching positions, giving her easier access.
The world seemed to still around them; nothing else matters but the feel of him inside of her, he felt amazing on top of her, so solid, a part of her never wanted this moment to end. Never had she felt so connected with another soul, and she gasped suddenly, crying out his name as her sweet release washed over her.
He was consumed by her, if he thought for a second before he could let her a walk away, he was damn wrong. The slickness of her heat, the softness of her body, and her swollen lips upon his skin that seemed to tingle wherever her kisses landed. She was completely his, made for him. He let himself go when her soft cry rang in his ears and the tugging of her inner walls clenching and releasing around him.
They lay there tangled together, catching their breaths, observing the stars above them, and glancing off over Orlando twinkling in the distance.
"Now, I might be wrong, but I'm pretty positive that mob bosses don't go to Disney World," she teased heartedly, kissing his tattoo.
Edward chuckled. "That sounds like one of EJ's mystery kid books."
Author Note...
I know my updates come at a slow pace but I can explain. It's really quite simple, I have a Life, a very busy and stressful life. My baby boy has turned into a toddler and he never stops moving until he crashes. I also share the computer with my four year old daughter. She's my little Einstein. I am trying, I really am... I love writing! It's my escapism. My happy place especially when real life blows and lately it has sucked! I write purely for fun, for an escape and it's free. Anyone wishing for professional standards of writing should go and buy a book.
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