So, how do we like FighterWard? Isn't he swoon-worthy? Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the story … What's up next?
Things are going to be slow-going for these two. Part of it is Edward wanting to do right by Bella. She'd been shattered by Jacob. She's leery of fighters and Edward wants to prove to her that not all fighters are assholes like her ex.
Up next will be … some more flirty banter between Bella and Edward, along with some time spent with Alice, Jasper and Rosalie, watching Emmett's fight in Portland. Will things move forward physically for our two favorite love birds?
What I own: A brand new red peacoat … it's very pretty!
What I don't: Twilight
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Bella went through two vibrators the night after Edward had left. The first vibrator was admittedly on its last limbs. The second one? It was a grab bag gift from Rosalie's bachelorette party. The thing probably cost a dollar at most and had no power. The third vibrator worked like a charm as Bella fantasized about Edward licking her to oblivion before fucking her until her legs quaked with need.
Walking into Bull Dog the following day, she was unsteady, and it wasn't from her sparring session with Edward. It was all due in part to her overactive imagination, sexy kisses from Edward Masen and her vibrator ... erm, vibrators.
"You okay, Hells Bells?" Rose asked, leaning against the front counter. "You're limping. Push it too hard yesterday?"
"You have no idea," Bella mumbled, giving her friend a scowl.
"Seriously?" Rose asked, standing up taller and moving closer to her friend. "Did you really hurt yourself?"
"No, Rose. My calf tightened because I was an idiot. The limp is due to … never mind."
"Did you take a ride on Masen's cock?" Rose hissed.
Bella's eyes widened. "Shut it, Rosalie!"
"Holy fuck! You did," she cackled. Bella grabbed her friend's hand and pulled her up to her office. "You realize I'm pregnant, Swan."
"Sorry," Bella said, helping her to sit down on the couch. "And, I didn't have sex with Edward." She wanted it, but after she'd calmed down from jilling off, she realized that Edward was right in pumping the brakes on their physical relationship.
"But, you've got the limp of a woman who'd been fucked hard," Rose smirked, crossing her legs but quickly uncrossed them. "I know I've got it. Emmett was quite … hmm, hmm, hmm."
"I don't want to hear how Emmett made you scream," Bella deadpanned. "I'm a born-again virgin, Rose."
"So, why do you have the limp?" Rose asked.
Bella sat down at her desk. "Because we made out like teenagers, and he left."
"No manual release? No finger action? What the hell? I'll kick his ass," Rose sneered, trying to get up.
"Relax, Rosalie," Bella argued. "We're taking it slowly. And, in retrospect, it's a good idea. Anyway, after he left, I enjoyed some solo play time. I might have … overdone it."
"Damn, girl," Rose snickered.
"Well, it's the best I can get at the moment," Bella blushed. "But, good things come to those who wait, right?" She bit her lip. "What if he's horrible in bed?"
"I doubt that, Hells Bells," Rose said. "Jacob was bad in bed. Did he even know where the clitoris was?"
"He was also tiny," Bella snorted. She held up her pinky with a wrinkled nose. "This is bigger."
"Why? Why were you with him for so long?" Rose sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. "He was a manipulative, conceited bastard. You deserve to be treated like gold, Hells Bells. I think that Edward will do that. He's a good guy. Sweet, and sexy, too." She held out her hands. "Help me up, bitch."
"You're not that pregnant, Rose," Bella said, helping her friend to her feet.
"I'm not, but my center of gravity is off," she sighed. "You should come over to my place to watch Emmett's fight. Alice and Jasper are coming over. Bring Edward. We'll have some delicious, fattening food and watch Emmett kick some ass." Her eyes got glassy. "And, when he gets home …"
"Do not finish that sentence, bitch," Bella growled throwing a pillow at her.
"Just you wait … that post-fight fuck is amazing," Rose sang, leaving Bella's office.
Bella shook her head, sitting down to pull together the documentation for the event in Portland. She was finishing up when her dad came into her office. He was a sweaty, drooling mess. "Ugh, Dad. Really?"
"Edward and I had an amazing session this morning," Charlie breathed, splattering his drool all over the floor. "I think that he could be up to fight for the event in New York, early in January."
"That's great, but you're dripping and drooling on my carpeting," Bella groaned, tossing him a towel.
"Can you get the ball rolling on putting Edward into the event?" Charlie asked, wiping down his face. "It's in Atlantic City …"
"Who else is going to be fighting?" Bella asked, opening up her computer.
"I'll get you the list, but I'm going to shower. I need the paperwork for Portland," Charlie said, wiping his face. "We're leaving in an hour."
"Everything will be ready to go by the time you're done with your shower," Bella said.
"You're a life saver, Little Bell," Charlie smiled, darting out of her office and into his own.
She worked quickly, putting all the paperwork into a leather folio, and finalizing their hotel reservations. Once she finished, she walked to her father's office. She placed the folio on top of his luggage.
Charlie walked out of his bathroom, wearing a pair of jeans and a button-down. "Is this the paperwork?" he asked, picking up the folio.
"Along with all the confirmations for the event," she said. "Do you have your suits? You got them dry cleaned, right?"
Charlie gestured to the garment bag slung over his leather sofa. "I'm not completely helpless, Isabella Marie. I know you've been taking care of me from the moment you could reach the stove, but I can …"
"Yeah, yeah," she snorted, arching a brow at him. "You better get going. Call me once you get to the hotel."
"Are you going to watch the main event?"
"Rose invited me to watch the fight at her place. Alice and Jasper are going. I might ask Edward to join us," Bella blushed.
"Really?" Charlie asked, grinning widely. "Are you and Edward … a thing?"
"You're a gossipy old woman, Dad," Bella sighed. "But, yes, we're a thing. He was incredibly helpful when I was gimpy, and I was too harsh on him. But, don't break out the dowry. We're taking it slowly. Okay?"
"Okay," Charlie said, moving to hug his daughter. "Not all fighters are like Jacob."
"I know," she whispered as she burrowed into her father's arms. "Be safe at the fight."
"I will, Little Bell," he murmured, kissing her forehead. "I need to herd the cats." He stepped back, putting the folio into his messenger bag. Draping his garment bag over his arm and rolling his luggage out of his office, they walked down the main level of Bull Dog. Shockingly, the fighters and trainers were all waiting in the lobby. Rose was kissing Emmett, practically mauling him. "Really, Rosalie?"
"I need to give my man some luck," Rose smirked before going back to devouring her husband.
Charlie shifted, wrinkling his nose. "We do need to get on the road. The flight is leaving in a couple of hours. I don't know why we have to fly. It's a three-hour drive."
"It looks better arriving at the venue in limousines than in your individual cars, Dad," Bella giggled, leaning against the railing. Her eyes moved to Edward, who was standing in the back, wearing a pair of workout shorts and was deliciously bare-chested.
He had a towel draped over his shoulders, guzzling down water as he stared at her hungrily. One of the other fighters, a newer guy named Tim and was dressed similarly to him but with a loose-fitting tank, said something to Edward. His eyes flashed, turning abruptly at Tim, and hissed angrily at him. Tim held up his hands in a sign of peace, stepping back with a contrite look on his face.
Charlie, Emmett, and the rest of the Bull Dog team got into the waiting limo, driving to SeaTac. Bella went to go upstairs, but she was stopped by a warm hand on her shoulders. "Gorgeous," Edward said, plaintively. "Tim … he …"
"I can imagine what he said," Bella snorted, looking at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "He's new and obviously stupid. The boys will set him straight, just like you did. Though, technically, I'm single."
Edward's eyes flashed again as he stepped closer. His scent invaded her senses. He smelled like hard work and whatever body wash he used. "Technically, but you and I both know that … you're not. You want me, just like I want you. I want you to be mine." His finger trailed down her hand, making her shiver. "Are you?"
"Am I what?" she panted, wanting to drag him up to her office and have his sweat cover her body.
"Are you mine?" he breathed, ducking his head toward hers and capturing her espresso-colored eyes.
Holy fuck … possessive and demanding. Bella whimpered as she whispered a breathy yes.
"Just like I'm yours," he said, moving back and giving her a deliciously crooked, but adorable grin. "I'm taking you out for dinner tonight, gorgeous."
"Um, what?" she laughed, breaking out of the Edward-induced trip to Lustyville.
"Dinner," he said, moving further away. "I'll be at your place by six. Dress …" His eyes moved up and down her lithe body, wearing a sexy pencil skirt and tight sweater. "I'll be wearing a suit, baby." Wiping his face, he went back to the gym and began work on the speed bag.
Bella walked up the stairs to her office, texting Alice, and Rose.
I'm in so much trouble … Help me dress to make a man fall to his knees ~ Hells Bells
One word, Bells … Commando ~ Alice
The little one speaks the truth. I'll give you two more words … easy access. ~ Rose
Bella's face flamed as she wrapped up in her office, leaving the gym to get ready for her date with Edward Masen … in a suit … after she'd said she was his. She'd need to go commando since her panties were ruined from the interaction she'd had with him.
Yep … she was in big trouble.
A/N: So, change in plans. We're going to have a date with Edward, along with some UST … maybe a little citrus? We'll also have the fight party at Rose and Emmett's place.
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