Twilight isn't mine, but the idea is. I was inspired to write this after a marathon of Fast and Furious. All the songs on the soundtrack helped me create this, so you should check them if you don't know them.
Many thanks to my dear friends m0t0b33 and TeamAllTwilight for the pre-reader and beta work.
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When the fireworks stopped, everyone headed back inside.
"I have an idea. Wait here," Edward told Bella. She nodded—it was all he needed.
"Hey, Jake!" Edward grabbed his friend's shoulder.
"Yeah? Come in. It's kinda cold out there."
"Can I have Mach's keys?"
Jake looked suspiciously at Edward, but picked them from his room and brought them to him. "Take care."
"Sure. Thanks." Edward clapped his shoulder and rushed back outside.
Bella was hugging herself, looking at the sky.
"Ready for another adventure?"
She raised an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"
"You, me and Mach One—alone in the desert. I miss you."
"Oh." She smiled at him, but it was short lived. "I don't have good memories with that car."
"I plan to make them the best…until we get to the same with Betty."
"Sheesh. It's so odd. Betty—the car."
"My Betty. My Bella. See? I have a preference for pretty ladies which names' start with B."
"Your car can't keep you warm at night." Bella huffed.
"Yes, she can, but the battery would be dead in the morning." He smirked at her. "Come."
Taking her hand, Edward led Bella to the garage. They slid inside the car and when he twisted the key in the ignition, the engine purred to life.
"Where to?" Bella wondered, fastening her seatbelt and whishing he wouldn't drive like a lunatic.
"In the middle of nowhere."
Edward drove for over half an hour when he finally jerked off the road and drove over the rocks and sand. He stopped after a few miles. No one was going to disturb them so far off the main road.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and Bella followed his lead. They shared a look filled with unreleased sexual charge. All of a sudden, Bella was straddling his legs, kissing him urgently. Edward moaned, taken by surprise.
"Oh, baby."
She felt possessed as she knotted her fingers in his hair. He loved the way her nails scraped against his scalp. As Bella shifted to get in a better position, she managed to sit exactly on his growing bulge. Edward hissed, stilling her hips. She loved the way his hardness felt pressed deliciously to the spot she needed him the most. Trying to create more friction, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and rubbed against him.
"Bella!" he grunted, his eyes crossing. "Stay still or I'll jizz in my pants."
"Oh." Her large, excited brown eyes found his hungry green ones. "Sorry."
When she rose off him, intending to go back to her seat, she bumped the top of her head on the car's ceiling.
"SHIT!"
"Oh, baby. Let me see." Edward quickly bent her head to inspect the damage. He couldn't see, but he kissed around her head, murmuring soothing words and massaging her scalp.
"Ow. I'm such an idiot." Hot tears trickled down her cheeks.
"No, you're not. Making out in a car is complicated."
"How do you know?" she mumbled. "Isn't this what you wanted to do?"
"Been there, done that," he muttered, kissing her forehead. "And no. This isn't what I wanted."
"Oh. I am an idiot. Of course you don't want me. I can't even make you…happy…that way."
"Wrong again, baby. On so many levels," Edward said softly.
She looked at him confused.
"I brought you here to be alone and maybe get lucky…if that's what you want." Edward gave her a shy look. "You're the best I ever had. Never doubt that. I never felt this way before. Bella—" He took her face in his hands. "—I never cared for the girls I've been with. It didn't matter to me if they were happy, if they…came during the sex… It didn't mean anything to me."
"That's…cruel," she chose her words carefully, not wanting to offend him.
"That's how I was. You changed me—even before we got together."
"You grew up, and well, you needed a firm country girl's hand to steer you in the right direction." Bella grinned at him.
"Oh, I do need a firm hand somewhere, now."
"Tease. You said we can't do it in the car."
"Yep." He grinned wolfishly. At her puzzled look, Edward pressed his lips to her ear. "Not in, baby. On."
"On?" She squeaked.
"If it's okay with you." He looked at her uncertainly. If she didn't want, he wasn't going to force her.
"On the hood with the headlights on? Like in the movies?" Bella asked excitedly.
"Anything you want."
Bella crawled to her side of the car then tumbled out through the open door. Edward rushed over to check on her and got pulled down to the ground.
"The night I learned about you racing…when I slept in the guest bedroom, I had a dream," she murmured.
"A naughty one by the blush upon your cheeks."
Bella giggled. "Yes. We made love on top of a car. It was a dark car…"
"Betty?"
"Some car." She shrugged. "I wasn't paying attention. You were very distracting."
"What was I doing?" he asked seriously, squinting down at her.
Biting her lip, she looked away. "You took me from behind. It was amazing."
Edward was sure he had not heard right.
"You want that?"
"I don't know. Is it going to hurt?" Bella glanced at him, before looking away quickly.
"Did it hurt the last time…the only time? Christ. It was only once."
"I repeated that in my mind so much…it feels like a dozen times. It didn't hurt more than…necessary," Bella said shyly.
"Now it won't hurt at all."
"But it's not the same," she protested. "And I'm not sure how I feel about you doing that."
"It's nothing we haven't done. Instead of being on top of you, I'll be behind," he explained gently, brushing her cheek with his finger.
"Not the same…hole," she whispered softly. Her cheeks were burning in embarrassment.
Edward being so close to her and outside being quiet he heard her clearly, and couldn't help but laugh. Loudly.
"Hey! Don't be a jerk!"
"I'm so sorry, Bella. Do you really think I'd do that? Ew. It's gross. Some guys get off on backdoor action—not me."
"But then…"
"You seriously have no idea? I'll still aim for your pussy, baby."
She flushed. "Show me."
He'd died and gone to Heaven. His girlfriend—whom he had sex with only once—wanted to be fucked from behind against the hood of the car he'd compete with in a race.
"Holy shit. Take your clothes off."
"It's cold," she complained.
"You want to fuck with clothes on? You're so kinky."
"Is that okay with you?"
"It's fucking hot."
They walked hand in hand to the front of Mach One. Edward pressed Bella's back against the hood as he started kissing her—face, neck, everywhere he could reach. His hands raked over her bare legs, up under her skirt and when he found her panties, he pulled at the band covering her sex making her moan when the elastic slapped against her skin.
"Clothes on, you say? This should be fun. Turn around."
While Bella planted her front to the hood, Edward took a foil from his pocket and released his dick from his pants. It was achingly hard and leaking.
"I need Big Tony," she said over her shoulder.
"Fuck." She remembered, Edward thought amused.
Covering his dick in latex, Edward pushed her legs apart, moved her panties out of the way, probed to see if she was ready—dripping wet—then he pulled her down a few inches, situating her body for the rocking that was to come.
"Ready, baby? You still have time to back out. It's not gonna be gentle."
"Do it. Fuck me, Edward."
Groaning at the sounds of the curse word falling from her innocent mouth, Edward pushed hard into her. Both of them grunted in pleasure. He pulled almost all the way out only to slam back quickly.
Bella started mewling, trying uselessly to get a grip of the metal with her hands. Edward kept a punishing rhythm. He trusted her to stop him if he hurt her, but by the sound of things she loved it just as much as him.
He dug his nails into her hips as he slammed into her over and over. Until Bella arched her back so much it came in contact with his chest, changing the penetration angle. His hands went to her breasts, fondling them over her shirt. She took hold of his hair at the back of his neck as he fucked her harder. When she clamped down on him, they both shouted their release into the night.
Edward fell against Bella's back, but straightened once he caught his breath.
"Wow, baby."
"Wow, indeed," she said giggling. "That was fantastic."
"I bet." He tied the condom and hurled it away, making Bella click her lips in a disapproving way. "What, I wasn't going to carry that back to Jake's…or wait until we got back to your house. Ew."
She shook her head at him and went to get back in the car. He joined her shortly and leaned over the gear shift to kiss her, nuzzling her nose.
"Any idea what time is it? I think I left my phone at Jake's," Bella said quietly when Edward turned on the car.
He fished for his phone. "Close to two. Huh. I have a text from Jasper."
Alien is at Bella's! Dunno where you disappeared but get there. Pronto.
"I think he's drunk," he joked, showing Bella the message.
She burst out laughing. "Maybe he confused Vicky to an alien."
"Alien…" Edward said slowly. "Alice! It's Alice. His autocorrect does that shit." He turned to stare wide-eyed at his girlfriend. "We're dropping Mach at Jake's, grab your phone and hightail it to your house. We better find a good story."
"We are supposed to be at Lake Powell."
"When Jasper's drunk he spills the beans. He's at your house… Fuck. Do you think he took your car?"
Bella rubbed at her forehead. "Can we go back to five minutes ago?" She pointed to the hood of the car. "Reality sucks."
It turned out Jasper had indeed taken Bella's car, and they had to drive in Mach One. Edward kept grumbling that there were still tons of things to do to his racing car, and that James better pay for the gas.
When they parked in front of the house, they saw Jasper leaning against the side of the house, smoking and looking like he could spew fire. When Edward approached him, he slid down the wall and started a long plethora about Alice coming over unannounced and yelling at him for not being where he said he'd be, that he was drunk, that he drove there drunk, where James apparently had something to say too. He went on and on and on, making Edward open the front door and tell Bella to go inside, halfway through the meltdown. He'd never seen his friend so distressed.
"Phew. I feel much better," Jasper mumbled when he had said everything he had to say and smoked half of his packet. "Where were you, by the way?"
"Oh, now I'm allowed to get a word in your word-vomit?"
"Sorry. I was so angry."
"It's cool, man. I get it. I was with Bella. You know, getting some privacy?"
"Oh, shit."
"Don't worry. How's Ally?" Edward took one cigarette for himself. He hadn't had one in too long.
"She burst in tears and the cop's chick went after her. Right now I feel like an ass."
"Go and talk to her. I've fought with Alice so much growing up…talking is the key."
"Yeah, like with all girls. Though, I have no idea what she wants me to say. I left her home because she wanted to visit her parents. And now she's here yelling at me for abandoning her."
"Girls are weird," Edward told his friend seriously.
"You can say that again," James's voice came from above them. "Right now, I got kicked out of my own house because I simply shouted through Bella's door to turn the music down."
"Join the club, dude. Have a smoke." Jasper gestured to James. "If you have problems with your woman, share 'em. We're listening."
"You're still drunk."
"That's a possibly." Jasper chuckled. He yawned loudly. "I think I'm gonna hog your couch. What a fabulous beginning of the year."
As he shuffled inside the house, Edward stood and gave James a nervous look. "I'm going to bed too."
"Wait." James put his hand on the doorframe. "I want your opinion on something. Thanks to your moronic friend and my nerves I didn't have a chance to do this but…after three years of relationship, is it too soon to propose?"
"Why are you asking me? Bella's my first real, steady relationship."
"Because I need to talk to someone."
In that moment realized that James didn't have someone to discuss his problems with. His best friend had only woken from a two years coma mere weeks again, his parents were dead—or so Edward suspected since neither of the siblings spoke of them—and he probably wasn't friendly at work.
"Can we take the convo to the kitchen? I need coffee."
James smiled one of his seldom smiles, leading the way inside.
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