Hello everyone! I have really missed writing this story and I want to thank all of you for sticking by me as I write it
This chapter was edited by NanStew. Thank you for doing this for me at the last minute. Thank you so much. :)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Stephanie Meyers.
Bella POV
Once we arrive at Edwards apartment, he goes straight to the bar and grabs a glass pouring amber liquid into it. He quickly tosses it back before reaching to pour another and then another without taking much of a breath.
"Edward," My tone is accusatory which he easily picks up on it and does not appreciate it.
"What?!" He snaps back angrily slamming the glass down at the same time. Then he glances back at me over his shoulder, exhales roughly and tosses the drink down before turning to face me. He shoves a hand through his hair and then the other, pulling fistfuls as he growls in frustration.
"You're going to hate yourself in the morning if you keep that up," I tell him; choosing to ignore his tone with me. I know he's upset and I don't want to add to it.
There's a lengthy pause, a silence between us that seems to stretch on forever before he speaks again.
"I hate her so much," he grits out angrily, his body seemingly buzzing with it. "But I hate myself so much more," he whispers, his head dropping in shame.
No longer able to take the distance between us, I walk up to him and run my hands up his solid chest to his shoulders. Then I press my body close to his and run my hand through his hair, trying to sooth him.
"This is not your fault. Don't you dare blame yourself for what she did."
"I should have- I don't know; I just should've done more to make sure this didn't happen. If she didn't hate me so much she would have kept the baby. Fuck! This is all my fault."
"It's not Edward. She's evil, and selfish and she wants to hurt you."
"Well, she succeeded," he mumbles, trying to turn away from me for another drink but I hold on to him, running my hands through his hair again and massaging, trying to keep him close.
He groans and rolls his head from one side to the other, his eyes shut tightly.
"That feels good," he says through light breaths, and he moves his hands to my waist running them up and down my back.
Not being able to hold back any longer I press my lips to his, savoring the softness of them. Quickly our kiss becomes more and I am panting with need.
"Make love to me Edward. Please." I beg him, my eyes conveying all the love that I feel for him.
He towers over me, breathing a little heavier and I just know that he will comply to my wishes but he needs a little push.
When he doesn't say anything nor move for long seconds, I grasp the hem of my dress and slowly draw it up over my head and then drop it to the ground.
His green eyes darken a fraction and begin their descent down my nearly naked body then back up to my eyes.
"You're too beautiful," he whispers. He watches me with furrowed brows and intense concentration for long seconds before closing the distance between us in three easy strides.
Edward runs his fingers through my hair and runs his hands down my back unclasping my bra in the process. Then his warm hands trail fire down my body to the band of my panties and he slowly kneels before me removing them as well.
He stands again, leaning forward, his breath caressing my ear.
"You are all of my dreams come true, B," he says, his voice a soft whisper.
I run my hands up his chest and clasp them behind his neck, shuddering at the feel of his arms encircling my back with his warm presence engulfing me fully.
"I feel the same way about you," I whisper. My eyes fill with tears just thinking back through all of the lonely years without him, dreaming of our reunion one day even when I thought of us only as friends. "I love you," I whisper, my lips hovering just over his heart. I place a kiss there.
His breath hitches and he breathes out in a low breath. "I don't deserve it. Any of it. I'm a fuck up Bella I-"
"Shhh." I silence him and he takes a breath. "You're hurting." I pull back to look into his eyes. "I know you can't see the sun through all of the pain, but blaming yourself won't bring the baby back. I would know. I blamed myself every day for Charlie's death until I realized harboring that pain wouldn't bring him back."
He nods slowly staring into my eyes, and then I feel his shoulders relax a bit. He squeezes me and I rest my head against his chest.
"I love you Isabella Swan," he says before scooping me up causing me to gasp in shock. He then carries me up the stairs, down the hall and into the bedroom.
He lays me down onto the bed and hovers above me running his palms the full length of my legs, from my ankles to my thighs as he comes towards me. He kisses up my legs gripping onto my thighs before pulling me toward him, his mouth eagerly waiting to taste me.
"Oh god!" I gasp at the invasion of his tongue piercing my opening. I squirm when I feel his expert tongue swirl around my clit meaningfully taking what is his.
My hands find his hair and my hips buck, following the movement of his tongue, feeling a low burn in the pit of my belly.
Just when I don't think I can take much more, I feel him push one finger into my drenched sex and then another, pumping me until I'm about ready to explode.
"God I'm so close!" I cry out, releasing his hair and throwing my head back as my back arches off the bed.
Edward hums around my clit, sucking and moaning, shooting vibrations through me, shocking my senses until I can no longer stand it. I gasp loudly and reach for his hair again as I begin to shake from my orgasm, crying out Edward's name as my body convulses and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.
"That was intense." I push the words out through labored breaths and lift my head to find him in the darkness. I watch him slowly crawl up my body, trailing his tongue as he goes. When he reaches me he presses his lips against mine reverently, kissing me so deeply my head begins to swim. Even through the haze I mentally beg him to take me.
My eyes gaze down his body noting that he is still fully clothed and I have already had an orgasm.
"You have on too many clothes," I tell him and he grins before placing a soft kiss on my lips. He moves off the bed and quickly removes his clothes before taking his place between my legs again.
He reaches up and cups my breasts with his big palms and softly massages them. My head rolls back when I feel his hot mouth sucking my nipples.
"Mmm," I moan and my lips part, letting out short rapid breaths.
His lips leave my breast and for a moment he's still and quiet. I pull my head down so our eyes meet and I find him watching me with a warm look in his eyes.
"B, you're amazing you know that," he whispers, sliding his hands down til his fingers find my slick opening. I throw my head back as my eyes roll to the back of my head at the contact. "I love how wet you get for me baby."
"God, Edward! Please," I pant out the words and hear him quietly chuckle.
"Patience love," he says quietly and I moan in response, my stomach muscles tightening in anticipation. God I want him so badly and he's taking his precious time. I can't wait any longer. My body aches for him.
I sit up and move to my knees pushing him onto his back. Then I slide my palm down his chest and reach for his cock, gently stroking him.
His heavy breaths and grunts spur me on and I lick the tip of his cock, tasting him, moaning from the feel of his smooth skin. I take him fully into my mouth and suck, my head bobbing in time with the stroking of my hand along his length.
I lower my jaw, taking him deeper into my mouth and his head falls back on a throaty groan. "Bella - ah, fuck!"
I feel his hand in my hair and his hips lift slightly, forcing himself deeper. I pump him, sucking his dick with wild abandon until he taps the bed and grunts. "Baby... stop." I lift my head and try to hold back my insecurities but I'm sure they are written all over my face.
He pulls me to him and kisses me soundly. "I don't want to cum in your mouth, B. I was so damn close."
Looking away from him I begin to unravel my thoughts. "I thought maybe... you um..." I trail off, unsure of myself.
"I enjoyed it, baby. Every second... but I need to be inside of you right now, or I'm going to fucking lose my mind."
He kisses me once more then takes my hand and he tugs me towards him guiding me down onto his waiting arousal. He stills completely, his eyes shut tight, his hands squeezing my hips.
"Fuck!" He shouts. "Every time I'm inside of you is better than the last."
I cry out when he practically lifts me and pushes me back down on to his cock over and over until we set a pace. He squeezes my ass, slapping it hard as I take control and begin to ride him.
"God damn it, Bella." He groans lowly, taking deep heavy barely controlled breaths. He begins to drive deep into me long and hard until I am barely able to breath.
When I catch my breath I cry out, "Edward - oh god, yes!" Throwing my head back as a groan races up my throat.
He withdraws quickly and thrusts upward, pounding with so much force, I can only take short gasping breaths between thrusts.
He leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth sucking as he thunders into me, grunting as he fucks me.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit! Ah! Edward - fuuuuck!" I fall forward onto his chest, my body limp from the earth-shattering orgasm that crashes through me.
He slaps my ass and grunts, "Fucking hell! You've got a fucking grip on my dick, B."
I try to sit up to ask what that means, when he knocks the breath out of me surprisingly hammering into me, his thighs slapping against me powerfully.
I scream in surprise, my ass bouncing against him with the force of his thrusts. My body begins to quake and I shudder above him eager to reach another orgasm. It's within reach, and I can't hold back. I place my hands on his chest and rock back against him, my eyes locked on his as I ride him.
"Oh shit," he groans lowly, palming my breasts in his hands. I throw my head back again, and place one hand on his leg leaning back which he apparently doesn't like because he growls, "Look at me, Bella."
When I do, he grabs both of my hands and jerks me forward, slamming our mouths together. He wraps his arms around my back and fucks me like his life depends on it.
I pull away and cry out, feeling another orgasm coil deep in my belly and I'm ready to burst.
"Oh my god Edward, I love you so much baby." I rush my words and the last of them catch in my throat as another orgasm draws the last of my energy. I jerk with the force of my orgasm and Edward holds me close, my face in his hands, even as he continues to thrust. He pushes my hair back away from my face and kisses me. I feel the vibration of his moan in my mouth as he cums hard.
"Bella," he groans and I feel his hot release pumping deep into me. He thrusts slow and deep within me a few more times, grunting and panting as he does. "God, baby, I love you too." He kisses my forehead, then looks deep into my eyes. "So much." Then he kisses my lips. "My heart has only ever beat for you, love." He kisses me again, this one deeper than the last. Then he kisses my heavy eye lids and whispers, "Only you."
Bella POV
I wake to an empty bed in a dark room. Edwards side of the bed is cold, telling me that he's been missing for quite some time.
I stand and wrap the sheet around myself to go in search of my man in his big bachelor pad. As I walk down the stairs I can see the flash of light from the television and immediately recognize the movie.
When I stop next to the couch he looks up with sad eyes but he smiles. "47 Ronin?" I ask and watch him nod.
He sighs and takes a drink of what I can only assume is Scotch based on the color and smell. I run my hands up his shoulders and begin to massage the tension away. He rolls his neck and moans, taking another drink from his glass.
"Couldn't sleep?" I ask him.
He runs his free hand through his hair and sighs. "I tried, but I- I just..."
"I understand," I say, sighing when I think of the pain that he's in. "You don't have to explain yourself to me."
He tugs my hand and pulls me over to sit on his lap removing the sheet that was carefully wrapped around me. "I don't have to, but I want to. I want to share everything with you."
"Like we used to," I say with a grin which he matches before nodding.
"Like we used to." He kisses me.
I snuggle into his arms and turn my head to watch the movie. "Everything is the same between us except now we kiss and have amazing sex."
"I used to kiss you," he says sounding offended, but I know he's teasing.
"On the cheek," I say, rolling my eyes, pretending to focus on the movie.
"On the back of your neck," he says and my mind flicks back to the one time he'd done that when we were thirteen. I freaked out and sorted out my feelings alone all while ignoring him for a week. It was the first and last time he'd ever done it.
"The top of your head, your forehead... eyelids... nose... hands... fingers..." He demonstrates each, and I can feel his smile against my skin. "Come to think of it, my lips or hands were always on you."
"As a friend though," I point out, but the look he gives me reminds me that I have been full of shit for years.
"I don't kiss my friends the way that I kiss you," he says. "Trust me,"
The conversation reminds of a burning question in my mind. I'd been dying to ask him, but forgot between our sexscapades and our flurry of lovely conversation.
"Hey, I've been meaning to ask..."
"Ask me anything."
I hesitate only momentarily as I organize my thoughts. "Did something..." I pause and glance down at my hands. "Did something happen between you and Jessica?"
His eyes widen and glance around the room as if the answer is in the air.
"Oh god!" I say, reading his hesitation. "That's why you won't fire her."
His brows furrow. "What? No! Bella, I promise nothing has ever happened between us. She's a good friend."
"Yeah, but if a friend is ruining your business, you kind of have to ask yourself if it's worth it."
"She's having a hard time, that's all. She was a model employee before you arrived."
"You say it like it's my fault." I raise my voice and attempt to squirm out of his arms but he holds me fast.
"No, B-" he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's just that, she knows who you are to me, he says, kissing my cheek and squeezing me to his chest.
"So."
"So..." he repeats, then nuzzles his nose into my neck inhaling, then he kisses me there too before sighing. He shifts in the seat and settles in again. "She has seen first-hand how we drop any and everyone around us to be together. We have always done it. Why do you think everyone is so jealous of our relationship? Alice, Tanya, Victoria, Jacob, even my mother..." He takes a breath. "We have a way of pushing the world away when we are together."
I pause to think about what he's trying to say, and still I don't understand.
"This explains nothing."
He sighs again and shifts in his seat pulling me to face him.
"Jessica helped me during a very difficult time in my life and I owe a lot of my success to her. She knew- like everyone else- that this was our dream. Me and you. The restaurant is all we talked about for years."
I nod repeatedly, thinking back on those times. "I remember."
"She knew that you coming back would only mean that she would be pushed to the backburner and soon forgotten."
"Forgotten as what? As your friend?"
"I'm not explaining this well, B. Just trust me when I say she will be returning to her normal self soon and we will have nothing to worry about." He kisses my forehead, signaling the end of the conversation.
I turn my attention to the movie again, attempting to get into it to stop my thoughts.
"Is that Neo?" I ask and he laughs.
"His name is Keanu Reeves, and yes."
"Just say yes next time smart ass." I elbow him playfully and he squeezes me close to his chest.
"He's my favorite actor."
"Did you see his movie with Sandra Bullock?" I ask and he shakes his head no. "Why not? He's your favorite actor. I've seen every one of Charlize Theron's movies and she's my favorite actress."
"That's a chick flick." I feel his lips frown into the crook of my neck.
"So what?" I giggle and squirm away. "Have you seen 'John Wick?'" I ask and his eyes widen again.
"You've seen John Wick?"
"Yeah, when Jake came over to visit he made me watch it and I admit it was a great movie." All while I speak I watch his facial expression turn sour.
"You hang out with Jake?"
"Sometimes," I shrug. "He's unavoidable."
He seems to deliberate something, before he shakes his head, a frown on his face. "I don't like it."
"Jake is a friend."
He releases a heavy sigh. "If you can assure me that nothing is going on between you two, then I won't worry about him." I smile even though he can't see me. "I trust you."
I turn in his arms, my smile still in place. "And I trust you. That's why I'm not pressing the issue with Jessica. Just promise me that you will not let her ruin what you have built for yourself."
"What I have built for us," he corrects me, and I roll my eyes even though I'm happily dancing on the inside. He takes my silence for trepidation, and squeezes me close again, kissing my cheek. "She will not be a burden. I promise."
I nod, accepting what he's said even though I'm still going crazy wondering just how Jessica helped him. Did she take my place as best friend when I left? Are they that close to the point where he feels he can never let her go? I fear the worse where Jessica is concerned but I keep it to myself. I have to trust him and take him at his word. He believes in her... and I believe in him.
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