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*A few words on the baby question. Yes, I know, it sucks that Ali can't have one of her own. I feel bad for her and when I wrote that part it literally made me cry; things like that happen life isn't always fair.
The girls will figure out something, you can be sure about that and Ali will be a mom…in one way or the other.
**Chapter 51**
Ali's POV
I pulled her beautiful chestnut over her shoulder and planted a soft kiss on the exposed skin of her neck. The tip of my tongue swirled over the shell of her ear and I felt her shiver under my caress.
"Try to relax." I whispered into her ear while my fingers started unbuttoning her blouse. My thumb circled over the soft skin of her cleavage. God, how much I loved the way she felt, better like silk, better than anything I had touched before.
Slowly she turned around and pulled my shirt over my head. Then she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer.
My lips found hers and when she sucked my upper lip between her teeth to nibble on it a low whimper left my throat. I massaged her tongue with mine, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.
"Do you know what I always wanted to ask you?" she mumbled against my lips when she pulled back and started stroking my lace covered breasts in small circles.
"When you used that strap-on on me, how was that for you?" Her voice was thick with lust now.
I cupped her breasts in my hands and rolled her hardened nipples between my thumb and my forefinger.
"Hot," I whispered, letting my hands move down her upper body until I reached the zipper of her jeans.
"For me too, Ali, I loved it. And I think about it all the time…"
"Do you want to do it again?" I asked her while my hand slipped into her jeans, gently stroking her over the damp fabric of her underwear.
I shoved them down her legs and pulled her over to the bed. Her hands twisted into my short hair as I kissed my way down her stomach until I reached the warm slickness between her legs. My tongue swirled over the throbbing pearl of her clit before I licked her all the way down to her entrance and up again. Carefully I started pumping two fingers into her warmth, feeling her stretching around them.
"More," she croaked out hoarsely and I added a third finger. When I curled them upwards more of her sweet essence poured over my tongue and I licked up every drop of it. Her inner walls tightened around my fingers inside her over and over again as the waves over her climax washed over her, making her entire body tremble.
I stood up from the bed and pulled my skirt down my thighs. Then I pulled the purple bag out of the closet and sat down on the edge of the bed again. I put a wisp of her hair behind her ear and planted a soft kiss on her trembling lips.
"Ali…" she started hesitantly and I noticed that her cheeks had a beautiful crimson blush now.
"Will you let me use the strap-on on you?"
I nodded my head and pulled the black belt with the purple colored dildo out of the small bag. When I had helped her to adjust it around her hips I leaned forward to suck the tip of the dildo between my lips.
"What are you doing?" she asked me and when I raised my head to look into her eyes, I felt the wetness pouring down my thighs.
"I just wanted to know how it would feel like to do that." I told her cupping the length of the dildo in my palm.
"It looked kind of hot to watch you do it," she whispered as she pulled me on her lap. She cupped my breasts in her hands and rolled her thumbs over the sensitive nubs.
Slowly I lowered myself on the dildo, letting it slip into me, deeper and deeper. I gasped at the unfamiliar feeling of being stretched like this. My legs started trembling slightly and I felt a small trail of sweat running down between my breasts.
She put her hands on my hips and pulled me closer.
"Are you okay?" she whispered and I nodded my head, knowing that I wouldn't be able to bring out any reasonable words now.
"Try to move. It's going to feel better if you start moving."
I started rocking my hips back and forth and bit my lower lip to suppress a moan. Yeah, she was right it felt better, so much better…
Then she sat up and I whimpered as the dildo slipped even deeper into me. She kissed me hungrily, nudging her tongue against mine in the same rhythm the dildo slipped in and out of me.
Her fingertips found the throbbing pearl of my clit and my inner walls clenched and unclenched around the toy inside me while nameless colors flashed in front of my inner eye.
"How much I love you..." She whispered while she stroked down my spine, helping me to calm down again from the intensity of my climax.
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"It doesn't matter." she stated calmly while she continued running her forefinger over the edge of her glass, letting it clang under her fingertip.
"Stop that, Jazz. It's annoying."
A low chuckle left her throat before she spoke up again.
"Tensed today, aren't we?"
I sighed deeply and stoop up from the kitchen chair that I had been sitting on.
"Kind of…"
"Your brother won't come back here any time soon. He's in jail and he'll stay there."
"That's not why I'm so…well, concerned right now."
She raised one eyebrow.
"Is that why you wanted me to come here today?"
That and the fact that I still want to know the dirty details about the little encounter between you and Zafrina.
"My mother thinks that my brother has some…well, some…mental…issues."
"Just for the record: being an arrogant asshole isn't a mental issue, Ali."
I nodded my head and took a sip from the lukewarm coke in front of me.
"I know, Jazz. She told me that he thinks that he hears voices."
"He does what? Is that some kind of lame excuse your mother made up so that Edward won't have to spend too much time in jail?"
"I don't think that she would do something like that." Or would she? Wouldn't she do anything to protect her beloved son?
"What exactly did she tell you? Is he in therapy or something like that?"
"He was. They send him to a…well… I don't think asylum is the right word for it. They told everyone that he was in boarding school. You know how my parents are like."
"Yes, I do. They're pretty conservative. It is way too important for them what other people think about them."
"Tell me something that's new for me."
"Their lifestyle is starting to rub off on you."
"I'm not constantly telling lies to keep up the pretty façade of a perfect family."
"That's not what I meant."
"Jazz, if you start making rude comments about my relationship with Bella again, you can leave this house this moment." I warned her, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"Ali, I'm always going to tell you what I think, no matter if you want to hear it or not."
"Jasmine…"
"It's cute when you're getting pissed. Just do me the favor and try to calm down a little on the whole family thing. You, and she and the little copper-head are not…"
"We're not what? Not a family? Cause that is exactly how it feels like for me…"
"You want to protect what you love…or whom you love and that's what you're parents have been doing for you and your siblings too."
"There is nothing wrong with protecting the people you love."
"Of course not, Ali, but you need to know that everything has a limit…even love and the things that we should do for it."
"You start sounding like a therapist now."
"Sorry, but that's what I am."
"And as a therapist what do you say to the fact that my brother hears voices in his head that aren't really there."
"For him they are there. If they're there, that's the point. Do you know who is supposed to do the report about his mental status?"
"No one is doing a report. Esme says that he refuses to talk to someone professional about it."
"Can't you make him? I mean there must be a way to force him. If he's really schizophrenic or something like that he needs help…like serious help, or you're risking that what happened the last time he showed up here will look like nothing to you."
A shiver of fear went down my spine as I remembered the expression on his face. The things he said that night…
"Jazz, we can't make him. How should we do that?"
"Why don't you ask that question your lawyer? I bet there is something that she can come up with."
"You're right. I call her later and see what Zafrina can do."
"Good idea."
I started cutting an apple into small pieces and tried to make my voice sound casual when I continued.
"Zafrina is beautiful, isn't she?"
"In a way…"
"And smart too,"
"In a way…"
"Are you going to give me another answer apart from 'in a way', Jazz?"
"If you ask the right question, Ali…"
Then she raised one eyebrow and a smile flashed over her face.
"You're jealous that I slept with her, aren't you?" her voice sounded amused.
Jealous, no, not at all; curious about what happened between you and her? Hell, yes!
"I am not jealous. I'm just concerned as you friend," I emphasized the word overdramatically.
"Because you seemed to be so upset when you called me the morning after,"
"I shouldn't have done it, Ali. One night stands are…well, they're not for me, especially not with women that are…that can't make up their mind whether they like cock or pussy." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"You are full of prejudices. So what if she's bi, it doesn't matter."
"Maybe not to you, but to me,"
"How was it?"
"You're not honestly asking me how the sex with her was like?"
No of course not, like I would ever do such a thing…
Then I realized the dreamily expression on her face as she licked off the rest of coffee from the little spoon in her hand.
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"I was drunk and she too. It didn't mean anything."
"I didn't ask you if it meant anything. I wanted to know if you liked it."
"So what if I did like it? It doesn't change the fact that it's not going to happen again."
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"I don't understand how your moron of a brother managed to get the new code for the alarm equipment." Emmett told us skeptically.
"Are you sure that you didn't accidentally change it back to the old one?"
"Yes…no, I don't know…," Bella croaked out nervously.
"Maybe it just doesn't work properly?" I asked him.
"Of course the thing is working. I let, Kate, check it twice when she installed it."
"It doesn't matter. Edward is in jail now, so it doesn't really matter whether the stupid thing is working or not."
"He's not the only dangerous person out there, Bella."
"Yeah, I know."
"Good, just try to be careful, will you?" he mumbled so low that his voice was barely audible.
Then his eyes caught the tiny figure of our niece who was cuddling against the russet colored dog.
"You're okay, sweetie?"
She shook her head.
"The police took my daddy away."
He sighed deeply and sat down next to her.
"I know, Lilly. You don't need to worry about that. Everything will be okay."
"Will he come back here?" she sounded scared and I recognized that her hands were trembling slightly.
"No he won't. You don't have to worry about that."
A dry sob left her throat and a heartbeat later she burst out into tears.
I pulled her on my lap and started rocking her back and forth while my fingertips stroked her back in small circles to comfort her.
"Honey, you don't have to be afraid. No one is going to hurt you."
"But he said that he wants to break my mommy's jaw."
"I know, sweetie. He shouldn't have done that." He shouldn't have done a lot of things, I added in my head.
"Why was he so angry? He's always yelling at me when he shows up. I don't like it when someone yells at me."
"Sweetie, I don't know why your father is always so angry." I told her, pulling out a tissue to clean her running nose.
"Blow, sweetie,"
"Is my daddy crazy?" she asked me hesitantly and right now I didn't know what I should answer her…