A/N This chapter may be triggering for some, although I've kept details out for the most part. CSA is mentioned though - just to warn you.
I'm so happy to have had some time to write this again - because even though having the flu royally sucks, it also frees up my social calendar ENTIRELY. Also because we're getting closer to the end, it's easier to write. I can't put a definitive number of chapters on it, but hopefully not TOO many more.
Writing a slow burn story is deeply satisfying, especially when it's enemies to lovers like these two. I adore them, I really do. And I hope you do too. I'll stop rambling now except to say - If you like dark stories...I'm writing one on here at the moment called 'a la folie' which is all about revenge. It is very dark, violent, potentially triggering, but also deep and emotional. AND I can't edge you on it like I have with WG because it's actually already written, so it's daily updates until complete.
'Ella you should pre-write all your stories'...YES probably, except then you might never get to read them. Which is better?
Love always,
Your favorite edger xo
Chapter Twenty Three: Honey
Edward
xXx
Charlie stands, facing out the city, his hand wrapped around a pistol that hangs loosely at his side. "I have to accept that maybe there's someone on the inside…" he says after a while, his voice cold.
None of us respond and I shift, glancing around the room. Jimmy and Marcus are lying on the couch, Bella tucked up in a ball next to them, a white blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Charlie's personal security, Garrett and Kyle, stand at the doors, AK's in hand, and Emmett paces behind Charlie, twin guns in his chest holsters. Eric sits in an armchair beside me, flipping a knife between scarred fingers.
Charlie eventually turns, his eyes scanning over us before they get to Bella, where he promptly looks away. "The only people I trust right now are in this room. Consider everyone else a potential threat. Tell them nothing."
"What's your plan?" Emmett demands, "Hide away, move from armed room to armed room until what? Cinna drops dead? We know he's behind this."
"We don't know," Charlie spits. "Not for sure, and until then…"
"We can't do nothin'!" Emmett growls.
"If we move on Cinna now, without proof, the other families will all be on his side. We won't win. Not now."
"Then we get proof," Eric's words are punctuated with the snap of his blade back into the hilt. "We dig deep and we prove that it's that motherfucker."
I swallow. "What makes you so sure…that this is just one person."
All heads snap to me and I clear my throat. "Look…till now' nobody has come directly for Bella, it's been about the boss stepping down, threatenin' sure…but that car? That was sure as shit meant to fuckin' kill her. And we all know it. So unless this mystery fucker has suddenly changed plans…how do we know it's one guy and not an alliance?" I shrug.
"There's no fuckin' way Cinna would ally himself with anyone," Emmett says, shaking his head.
Charlie's brows knit together for a moment and then he nods. "He's right. Cinna doesn't share power, and no one would make this move unless they wanted the crown, which rules out other families joining forces. It's a good idea, Masen' but I think we need to accept that this was an escalation. And they want Bella dead. That…or that car was meant for me." He grits his teeth. "Have we had another message?"
"Think the car bein' blown to fucking shit was the message, boss," I point out.
Bella's lips twitch. "What happens now?" she asks, staring directly at her dad. He doesn't meet her eyes.
"You keep jumping from hotel to hotel, and I'll do the same. School isn't an option, not right now. Emmett, same goes for you, keep moving. I want everyone searching for anything that'll let us pin this on Cinna. If I can call a meeting of the families with indisputable proof…"
"Are you fucking kidding? He moved on Bella. If we find out for sure it's him, then he dies," Emmett snaps.
"Grow up Emmett. It's not that simple," Charlie's voice is loud and sharp. "Alec isn't ready to take over and if we start a war the whole thing goes to shit. Cinna will be punished."
"So glad you care that I almost died," Bella comments dryly, staring at her nails.
Charlie opens his mouth to reply when his phone starts ringing. He stares at the screen and swears.
"Everyone fuck off, and stay quiet. Talk in code or in person," Charlie starts walking off and then turns his head to me, staring me directly in the eyes. "Keep moving her."
I nod. "You got it, boss."
xXx
"Well at least this hotel is slightly nicer," Bella says, falling back onto the bed with a sigh. "Do you think they have good towels? The towels were shit at that last one."
I eye her and smirk. "Such a spoiled brat."
She sits up and gives me a playful glare. "Says the convict. Do they even give you towels in prison?"
"Funny," I mock, dropping my jacket on the floor and laying back on the bed with her, my hand on my gun.
Bella leans back on her forearms and raises an eyebrow. "Do we share bed's now?"
"I'm not leaving you in a room by yourself…boss's orders."
"I see…I guess we'll both be taking extra long showers then," Bella says, her eyes hooded as she stares at me.
I half laugh, half groan, remembering the wet feel of her tongue across my palm and her little whimpers. My voice is husky. "Brat."
Bella giggles and I reach out for her unconsciously, my fingers finding the soft skin of her ribs. She hums and moves closer to me, her head resting on my shoulder.
"Shouldn't be doing this," I mutter.
"If someone bursts in here to kill us, we'll be dead anyway…my dad can't kill you twice," Bella mumbles into my neck.
"I'm still gonna sleep on the camp bed thing."
Her warm hand touches my stomach and I exhale roughly. "Can't trust yourself in bed with me?" she breathes, her lips ghosting over my skin.
My eyes close, a strained laugh leaving my lips. "It's not my self control I'm worried about." I feel her lips curve against my skin and she sits up, her fingers tracing over the tattoos on my upper arm.
"Edward, can I see you?" she asks softly.
I meet her eyes curiously. "You have…"
She smiles. "I know but…I want to look at your tattoos properly."
I swallow around the lump in my throat. "You have…"
Bella's eyebrows knit together and then her eyes well up. "I'm so sorry."
My thumb smooths a tear as it falls from her cheek. "I know. I shouldn't have brought it up."
She catches my hand. "But…it happened. I did it. It's okay that you haven't forgotten…I won't forget either."
"But I do forgive you," I murmur, leaning up and pressing my head to hers. "I trust you, Daisy."
"I trust you," I repeat, kissing her cheek before I pull my shirt off my body and toss it to the floor.
Immediately Bella's eyes rake down my chest and I feel a tug of something in my lower stomach as her eyes darken, her lips parting. So fucking beautiful.
"See something you like, Daisy?" I tease. She nods, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and I feel my chest thump as her hands gently come to rest on it.
"This okay?" she asks me, searching my eyes.
I grab her hand so fast she jumps and I grin at her as I slide it down the ridges of my stomach. "Wherever you touch me…is okay," I tell her, winking.
Her teeth bite her bottom lip harder and a soft sound leaves her lips. "You're so…"
I lick my lips. It's so fucking hot how much she wants me.
If it was anyone else I'd have her naked by now, her lips around my cock, but this is different. This is my Daisy. I guide her hand back to my chest and let go, staring at her.
"So, what's the verdict? I need more?" I ask her. Her eyes fly from where my cock is straining against my jeans to my eyes, and I snigger at the flush on her cheeks.
"Edward," she murmurs, leaning into my body, her mouth lowering to mine.
I catch her throat just before our lips meet, my thumbs smoothing gently across her jaw. "Don't. If you do, we won't stop."
I can feel her sweet breath against my mouth and I want to let her kiss me…feel my tongue against hers, rub my hands all over her sexy little body. But I can't let myself. Sleeping together is too risky. If we do it once…we'll do it again. And then we'd get caught.
"You're right," she murmurs, pulling back and fixing me with a look that makes my cock twitch. "And yes…you need more. Maybe some color."
I let my hand leave her body, skimming it over the swell of her breasts for a second too long before it rests at my side. "What about the fox?"
Bella gives me a startled look. "The…fox…"
"Yeah. The one you keep drawing. I like it. Put it on me. Wherever you want."
Her eyebrows furrow. "You want me to…tattoo you?"
"I told you, I trust you."
Bella smiles tentatively at me. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
She purses her lips, her hands gently manipulating my arms before she stills. "I think the best place would be your back but…is that o-"
"It's calm," I reassure her, "Could we do it here though? The shop might be less comfortable."
Bella moves closer to me and I catch her hips as she straddles me, my tongue pushing into the side of my cheek. "Baby…" I admonish.
She shushes me and then grins, staring at me from under her eyelashes. "I like it when you call me that."
I sit up and she gasps as my chest meets hers, her eyes hooding over. I grab her waist and then flip our bodies so she's under me, her tiny shriek of surprise making me smirk.
"Behave," I growl into her ear, lifting myself off her body regretfully.
She sighs pitifully and I snigger.
"I can tattoo you here, but the risk of infection is a lot higher. If I bring some plastic sheets and all the stuff…I mean, it's risky but, if it's what you need. Also…I want to free hand…I think the reason I haven't been able to complete it is because I needed to do it on skin, does that make sense?"
I nod. "Let's do it. We'll go to the shop, and maybe we can see Tommie in hospital on the way? Your dad said it was okay as long as we kept it to twenty minutes and didn't tell anyone we were going."
"Of course!" Bella exclaims, jumping off the bed. "Wait… we need to buy him treats and…can he eat? Because we should get him ice cream and candy and some books to read and, maybe a bear? I think he should have a bear. Or a Nintendo. I used to love my Nintendo when I was a kid."
Tommie is half asleep when we arrive so we quietly arrange the dozen presents that Bella wanted to bring him and then sit either side of his bed. He looks a little less pale than he did before the transplant and I gently stroke his bare head, my hand shaking a little at the smile he gives me.
"Hey little man," I greet. "How' you feeling?"
"Good," Tommie says, but his voice is weak and I have to fight to keep a smile on my face as helplessness and despair crawl up my throat, an ache pulling against my ribs. "Mama's been sleeping here."
"Of course, I wish I could be here too buddy," I tell him, a hard lump forming in my throat. Guilt lashes through me and Tommie grabs my hand.
"You have to work Ed, it's okay! Bella, how was your birthday? Did you like my gift?"
Bella's face is strained with the effort of not crying, but she manages it, smiling warmly at Tommie. "I loved it, thank you so much. Edward and I got you some presents too…" She hands him the wrapped box with the Nintendo in it and I help him tear the paper when his fingers shake.
"Sorry," he apologizes, giving me a sheepish smile.
"The fuck you sorry for," I mutter, kissing his face until he yelps at me to stop.
"Oh, wow!" His eyes light up when he sees the Nintendo. "Thank you so much!"
Bella teaches him how to use it and he plays on it for a few minutes before his eyes droop. "I'm really tired," he tries to apologize.
"You should sleep, Tommie," Bella says, kissing his head and crawling into the bed with him. He cuddles up to her.
"You'll come back soon, Ed? Right?"
My eyes sting. "As soon as I can, little man, I fuckin' swear."
We leave the hospital and pick up the things she needs from her mom's shop, Bella's fingers tracing across the pictures on the wall with a sigh.
A few hours later, we're sitting cross legged on the floor, watching an episode of some sitcom when Bella moves and sits in front of me, her eyes searching mine.
"You haven't said a word since we left the hospital."
I shrug, "I haven't got much to say right now."
Her eyes fill with tears and she touches my leg, "Edward, Tommie's gonna be okay."
I swallow hard. "I know."
She moves closer to me, her hand gently touching my face. I lean into the warmth of her skin, exhaling roughly. "He has to be," I add. "I can't…"
"Edward, I'm so sorry," Bella sniffles, cupping my face in her hands. "I'm so sorry."
My eyes sting and I gently grab her hands in mine, pressing my head to hers. "The kid…he's my entire fucking world. Before Tommie…things were…I should be with him, Daisy. But I had to choose. Be with him, or pay for him to get better."
"No one should ever have to make a choice like that," Bella says gently. "It's unfair."
I almost laugh. "My whole life has been unfair," I say quietly, gently moving her hands from my face.
Bella eyes me carefully. "Esme was so young…when she had you. I…that must have been hard."
My mouth opens and closes a few times before words start spilling out, "Her parents kicked her out when she got pregnant. I have no idea who my father is, she uh…I think he raped her…" I squeeze my eyes shut. "I don't remember much, from the early years. She worked for a guy called Sergei, sellin' herself. She didn't have anything else to fucking do…She was thirteen….Bella. She was a child. But they wanted her anyway. Including Sergei. He fucked her too, used to be able to hear it.
Bella gasps quietly, "Edward…"
"When she was eighteen, Sergei didn't want her anymore, she'd used up her value." I grind out. "She begged him, Bella, told him she'd do anything, but he didn't give a fuck. Kicked us out onto the street. Few weeks later she found a new pimp to take her on. This one was a little better, but he used to make her do all the appointments in the apartment, so I was always there…"
Bella's quiet in front of me and I can't bear to open my eyes. I don't want to see her reaction to what I tell her next. I've only ever told two people this, James and Ricko.
My voice is hoarse, "One night...I think I was five…I woke up to hands on me. He covered my mouth, pinned me down and…" My stomach twists. "I couldn't make him stop, he was so heavy."
I can hear from her breathing that she's crying, but I need to finish this, need to say it. "When he was done, Es found us. She realized what had happened and they started fighting. He went to stab her, and she…she shoved a glass bottle through his eye. I couldn't...move, I was bleeding from...so she scooped me up in her arms and ran."
I ignore the choked sound Bella makes, keeping my eyes closed. "Once we got to the shelter, she...broke. She was just a kid herself and I was too young to even understand what had happened to me, I didn't know how to...help her. She kept saying sorry but I couldn't bear her touching me and…"
I feel my heart start racing, the memories threatening to consume me. Panic courses through my body, my breath leaving me in gasps, and I jump as warm hands brush my cheek, my eyes flying open. Bella's kneeling in front of me, crying.
"Is this okay?" she asks shakily, withdrawing her hand. I grab it back to my cheek, the warmth of her touch soothing something deep in my chest. I swallow thickly, pressing my face into her palm and reaching for her.
"Daisy," I beg hoarsely.
Bella throws herself into my arms sobbing, her hands stroking up my back. I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in. "God," I sigh, gripping her tightly, "Daisy…"
We hold each other for a while and slowly my breathing starts to even out again. I lift my head from her and cup her cheek, searching her eyes for pity, or judgment, but all I see is empathy, her warm tears coating my hand.
I frown at her and gently kiss her cheeks, the salt tanging on my tongue. "Don't cry, beautiful."
Bella places a palm on my chest and my heart thumps at the contact, my hand grabbing hers. "I'm sorry," she sniffles.
I kiss her cheek again and then rest my head on hers, sighing.
"After...that. Es...died. I don't know how to describe it other than that. She wouldn't eat, she could barely move. After a few months she had a new boyfriend and he had an apartment so we moved in. For a second everything was okay…but then things got real bad…I didn't realize at the time but she was using, and it just made her...I was so hungry, and she was barely home. The apartment was crawling with cockroaches, mice... Sometimes I ate them," I admit. "Eventually I just…left. I didn't know where I was going but I was starving... I found James pretty soon after. He was a year older, harder. He took charge, took control. We stole things, food, money, cigarettes. We slept rough for a few years, but then slowly things got better for us. We got in with some guys working for Cinna, started working our way up; had a place to live. When Es got pregnant with Tommie, I found out from a guy in her building; I kept tabs. I went to see her, I was worried about...the kid, you know?"
Bella rests her head on my shoulder, her cheeks wet against my skin. "But she sorted herself out, for Tommie. Got clean, tried real fucking hard, I'm so proud of her. And then when he was born, she did good, she's been doing real good for him. When I was inside, she brought him to see me, all the fuckin' time. I don't…forgive her. I don't think she forgives herself, but people are fuckin' complicated right? She was a kid. I can't hate her. She made do. We got by. I'm alive. And Tommie…He's the best fucking thing that happened to both of us." I rest my hands on her small waist, rubbing my thumbs in and Bella moves back from me, fresh tears flooding down her cheeks.
"Baby, please stop crying," I plead, pressing my forehead to hers.
"I just…I can't imagine…what that was like. I'm so sorry."
"You know…you act so tough and mean," I tease, kissing each of her cheeks. "But you are such a softie, aren't you, Daisy?"
Her eyes drop down to her lap and her lower lip trembles. "Edward I…I said things…when you first started working that I-"
"You didn't know," I sigh. "And you didn't mean it."
Bella takes a shaky breath. "It doesn't matter. That was really selfish of me. All that stuff I did, and said. I wanted my dad to pay but…I shouldn't have taken it out on other people."
"Don't go getting a conscience on me," I tease, my nose skimming down her jaw.
I feel Bella shiver and wrap her in my arms, moving my kisses down her neck, the warmth of her flooding me. "God Daisy, you make me feel like I can breathe," I whisper into her skin.
"Me too," she murmurs, shifting in my lap and resting her head on my shoulder. I hold her for a while, my fingers stroking down her spine.
xXx
"Are you sure?" Bella asks, her hand gently resting between my shoulder blades.
"I trust you, Daisy," I say softly. She rubs shaving cream across my back and starts shaving gently. Her ministrations pause when she gets to my lower back, and I shiver as she runs her warm hand over the thick scar there. I arch up a little as her warm mouth brushes over it, something flaring under my ribs at the caring gesture. I feel my eyes sting and I swallow roughly. No ones ever fucking done that for me before.
"I'm gonna sketch it now," she murmurs. "You still okay?"
"More than," I tell her, closing my eyes and relaxing into the pillow as her hand gently works over my entire back. After an hour or so she leaves me and I hear various clicks and her soft sigh.
"It's probably going to take me like eight hours today and another eight tomorrow," she warns.
"Aren't you going to be tired?" I ask playfully.
Bella laughs lightly. "No! This is my…happy place. A tattoo gun in my hand, freedom to create…you're a dream come true right now."
"Is it my ass? My ass is a dream come true?" I tease.
Bella's hand playfully brushes over it and I shiver. "Uh huh, real dreamy."
"Brat."
I tense slightly as the needle first touches my skin and then relax, the familiar scratching sensation, strangely soothing. I must fall asleep because when I wake up Bella's smoothing a gel across my back.
"You did really good," she murmurs, placing a kiss on the side of my neck. "Does it hurt?"
"A little," I say honestly.
"We'll do the next session as soon as you wake up, so I can cover it all up with second skin. I don't want it to stay open to infection for too long. Also…you gotta sleep like that, okay? So no floor."
I carefully get to my feet. "Can I look?"
Bella smiles at me from the bed and I feel my chest lurch. "Wait. Until tomorrow. If you can help it."
"Okay," I tell her, bending to kiss her head.
"If you want to sleep naked still, you can," she teases, biting her lip.
"Like I said, I'm not worried about my self control."
I place a gun on the side of the bed and another under my pillow, both with the safety on. Shooting myself in the fucking head isn't exactly on my agenda.
When Bella steps out the bathroom, hair wet and smelling like fucking vanilla, I groan. "Jesus Daisy, I can't have you in this fuckin' bed I swear."
"Yes you can," Bella says, bending slightly to towel dry her hair. She's in nothing but a t-shirt, and as she bends it lifts, revealing her tanned legs and a tiny green thong.
"Fuck," I mutter.
Bella's lips curve into a sly smile and she glances down at my boxers with dark eyes. "Maybe you should have some…alone time in the bathroom. I really, really enjoyed my shower."
I grit my teeth as a strained laugh leaves me. "Yeah? Did you make yourself cum in the shower, baby?"
Bella swallows, and then nods, biting her lip. "Twice."
"Oh yeah?" My voice is husky. "Just twice, huh. How? With the shower head?"
Her lips are all fucking pouty as she sits on the bed, that t-shirt stretching up again until I can see lacy green between her legs. Her nipples are hard, pressing against the white cotton and I swear to god my cock is gonna explode.
"With my fingers and the shower head, at the same time," Daisy purrs.
I smirk. "Good girl. You know just how to touch yourself."
"Yeah." Her voice is all breathy. "I'm really good at it."
I laugh. "Oh baby…you have no idea…how good it could be."
Bella swallows, "Edward, you're teasing me."
"I'm teasing you?" I grind out. "You've been driving me fucking crazy since the day I met you."
"Me too," Bella says, her teeth sinking into her lip. "I've thought about you a lot."
"Did you think about me in the shower?"
"Uh huh."
"What did you think about? Tell me."
Bella stares at me, her breathing heavy. "Your cock…in my mouth."
Jesus.
"What else?" I practically hiss, my body burning.
"You licking my pussy," Bella murmurs, "Fucking me…"
"I want to fuck you," I admit.
"Edward, please," she moans.
I groan, pressing my hand to my head. "Fuck. I can't even have a cold shower."
Bella lets out a breathy laugh and I shake my head at her. "You are going to be the death of me. I'm going into the bathroom. And I'm gonna fuckin' sleep in there, I swear to god."
Bella falls onto the bed, giggling. "You can't sleep in there."
"I'm fuckin' gonna," I tell her, "Gonna be the death of me."
"You started it!" She calls out as I shut the bathroom door.
xXx
Somehow we make it through the night without touching each other at all, and I lay down in the morning for the second session, passing out again with my hand on the gun. I'm struggling to sleep while she's sleeping, scared someone's gonna fucking burst through the doors and hurt her or take her. As soon as I realized that the car was gonna blow up on her birthday, everything suddenly got really simple for me. Bella getting hurt is not an option. I'd rather fucking die.
Finally Bella lets me look at the tattoo and my eyes widen as I take in the ink. On paper the fox was an incredible drawing, but on my skin, it's almost alive. The colors blend together to make the outline of the face as it peers out, vibrant eyes staring out amongst the twisting patterns of blue, pink, orange and green. It covers the centerpiece of my back, the colors stretching around the outside like a mist, fading into the skin.
"It's beautiful," I tell her in awe. "Thank you!"
She grins at me. "Thank you for letting me…this design has been on my mind for a while. It looks…beautiful."
I reach for her, pulling her into my body. "You're fucking beautiful," I mumble, kissing her neck.
"You need to stop teasing me," Bella groans, pressing herself closer to me.
I snigger into her hair. "I'm sorry, I like having my hands on you."
"Can we go see Tommie again."
"Yeah, let's go. We gotta move hotels too. Ricko's gonna drop a bike."
Bella bites her lip. "You're not supposed to tell anyone where we are…"
I cup her cheek in mine. "Ricko is my fuckin' brother. If he wanted me dead…he could have made that happen a long time ago. I swear I would never do anything that would put you in danger."
Bella sighs. "Okay. Can we go out for dinner? I'm sick of room service and pizza."
I frown. "I don't…think that's a good idea."
"What about a bar then? Somewhere all the way across town? Nobodies gonna know me inside…right? One quick drink? Please…I'm eighteen now! I want to do something fun."
"This isn't fun for you?" I ask, pouting playfully.
"Edward!"
I laugh, "Fine, we'll find somewhere but in and out, one drink."
We stop by the hospital and on the way out, run into Es. I eye Bella nervously, unsure of what to expect. I gave her my entire life story, and Es isn't exactly a hero in it. But it's my thing to feel fucked up about and I don't want Bella to judge her or act different around her.
Relief fills me when Bella acts the same as she always does, hugging her and asking her how she is.
Es smiles. "Good! I um…Edward," she turns to me, clasping her hands, "Carlisle…that is…Doctor Cullen, he asked if I wanted to grab a drink with him. Would that be okay? I mean…It aint' serious-"
"Chill," I tell her. "Yeah. Doctor C is a dope guy, but just don't…you know this guy is Tommie's only…we can't afford to piss him off. So just be careful or whatever."
Es nods, biting at her nails. "Happy Birthday, Bella, I forgot to say…"
"Thank you, and thank you for the photo," Bella tells her, smiling softly.
She's so fucking beautiful, especially today, with barely any makeup on and an oversized jumper, her dark hair half up and half hanging around her face in waves. My gaze drops to the tiny denim skirt she's wearing and her long tanned legs.
When my eyes drift back to Esme she's staring at me with a sly smile. "Well I'll see y'all later." I glare at her and she smiles wider.
We get to the bike and I hand Bella the riding pants and helmet. She pouts at me and I narrow my eyes. "We're gonna be on this thing for like an hour, there's no fucking way you're getting on it with bare legs. You ever see someone come off one of these with jeans on? Ripped to fucking shreds." The thought of her body being torn up like that has me slightly anxious and I check her pants and her helmet before she gets on the bike.
I straddle it in front of her and hum when she wraps her arms around me tightly. That's my girl.
After forty minutes or so of riding, we've left the craziness of the city and we pull up to an Irish bar. Bella hops off the bike and strips the trousers off eagerly, causing a few onlookers to whistle at her. One look from me has them silenced and I get off the bike with a scowl. I pull Bella back to me, and tuck a gun into the back of her skirt, under the jumper.
"You lose me…you don't hesitate."
Bella nods warily and for a second I wonder if I'm making a fucking mistake taking her here, but I push it down. I spent the whole ride trying to decide if this was safe and I decided that being anywhere outside the city was probably safer than being in it. This way too, we'll arrive at a hotel after dark, which means we're much less likely to be followed.
The place is full of people and I keep Bella close to me as I sidle up to the bar. I go to order but Bella gently pushes me out the way, leaning over the counter and smiling at the guy standing behind it.
"Hi cutie. Can we please get four pints of beer and two shots of tequila. Actually make it four shots."
"Four?" I bend my head to her ear to ask her.
"It's busy. This way we don't have to come up again and we won't lose our seat."
I hand the guy a wad of cash and take the four beers while Bella takes the tequilas. I guide her to a booth that gives me a view of everything and place the beers down on the table.
The couple sitting there stare up at us, the guy narrowing his eyes. "This is taken."
I lean down to him and give him a cold smile. "Leave now, or you'll really fucking regret it." I lift my t-shirt slightly, showing him my gun. His wife tugs at him in panic and he sighs. "Fucking fine. Asshole. I don't want any trouble."
We take a seat and Bella quirks an eyebrow at me. "Looks like it's not just me who's a bitch sometimes."
"I need to keep my eyes on the room," I defend.
Bella pushes a shot towards me. "Come on."
"Nope," I laugh, taking a sip of beer. "I'll have the one beer. You have whatever…just don't get drunk. It's too dangerous."
She pouts. "Not even one shot…"
"It's not worth it, Daisy. I have to protect you. I can't do that if I'm drunk."
"One shot is not gonna make you drunk."
"Honestly it might," I snort. "I don't drink much these days."
"Edward you're huge, one little shot isn't gonna do anything."
I tap my stomach. "Are you calling me fat?"
Bella smiles slyly, taking a shot and tipping it back. I watch her throat bob and she slams the glass down, licking her lips.
"Oh she takes it like a champ," I tease.
"You have no idea," she says, throwing my words back at me from the night before. I laugh, taking another sip of beer and raise an eyebrow when she throws back another shot.
"You're not gonna do all four are you?" I ask her, slightly nervous.
"I might," Bella says playfully, taking a sip of her beer.
"How are things with your friends?"
Bella eyes me thoughtfully and then sighs. "I can't tell them anything so…it feels like I just keep pushing them away. Rose apparently has a boyfriend…and I don't even know who. I thought I'd get a chance to talk to her on my birthday, but I didn't…"
"And Jasper, Cilian?"
Bella smirks at me. "They're fine."
"Did you ever…finish what I walked in on ?" I ask curiously. I've often wondered if she had something going with them.
Bella giggles, reaching for the third shot and throwing it back with a soft sigh. "No," she says finally. "You saw the last of it. I haven't done anything with anyone else since. Just you." Her eyes meet mine and then she looks away. "How about you? I hear you're quite the ladies man."
I grin. "Can you blame them?"
"Shut up," Bella scowls.
"I'm kidding," I gently touch her thigh. "Nah. I mean. Sure I've fucked around. Especially when I started working with you, I had a lot of…tension to relieve."
Bella nods, her eyes on her beer.
"But…" I continue, "Not in a good while."
She lifts her head, searching my eyes. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, this brat has sort of got in my head. Can't really stop thinking about her, even though I shouldn't."
Her lips curve up. "Well I'm sure it's the same for her."
"Yeah, yeah," I say playfully, taking another sip of beer. Her leg presses against mine, and she's so fucking soft and warm, it makes me dizzy.
We talk for a while and then Bella leans into me, her eyes fluttering. "Edward I…I don't feel good. Can we go to the bathroom? I think I've had too much to drink."
"Shit, yeah," I tell her, helping her up and walking with her to the back. There's a queue for ladies and men, but I bypass them both and take her to a door titled STAFF ONLY. I open it cautiously and grin. It's a bathroom with counters and a few stalls, and the main door locks. I usher her in and then lock it behind us.
"Okay, you need to throw up?" I ask, turning to face her.
Bella steps up to me, her expression suddenly completely alert. "No."
"You still feeling too drunk?" I swallow heavily as she bites her bottom lip.
"No," she repeats, stepping closer to me. "I don't feel drunk at all."
"But you…"
She leans into my body, her eyes hooded as they stare up at me. "Edward…"
"Yeah?" I ask, swallowing hard. Her fingers press against my abs. She's such a brat. She's not fucking drunk at all.
Her lips move to my neck and I gasp as she places a hot, open mouthed kiss against my skin. "Edward, I'm aching for you."
I should leave, make us walk out of this room, but I can't fucking fight it anymore. I exhale roughly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she practically whimpers, pressing her tight little body against mine.
Heat spits down my spine. Fuck.
Her lips drift higher up my neck. "I...Edward, please, I need…"
The desperation in her fucking voice… I can barely see I'm so turned on. "What do you need, baby?" I grind out.
"Please, touch me. I know it's bad and we shouldn't, but...it hurts."
I can't stop myself from touching her.
My fingers tease her inner thighs, "Where does it hurt baby? Here?"
"God Edward," she whimpers.
I lift my hands higher and freeze when my fingers touch the cotton of her underwear.
Holy fuck.
I grip her ass with my other hand and hold her tightly for a second.
"Edward," Bella pleads.
"Daisy...you are so fucking wet," I growl.
Fuck I can't do this anymore. I can't resist her.
"I'm always this wet for you."
Don't say shit like that to me.
I lift her up to the counter and she looks at me with heavy eyes. "So fucking sexy." I hum, parting her thighs with my hands. "Tell me what you want."
She takes the gun from her waistband and slaps it on the counter next to her. I grab mine and place it beside it.
"I want...I want you to fuck me."
"I'm not gonna fuck you, what else do you want?"
Bella swallows, opening her thighs wider. "Touch me."
"With my hands baby, or my tongue?" I ask throatily.
Bella bites her bottom lip, "Both."
I pull her thong down her legs and lift her denim skirt up, finally letting myself look at her.
Fuck. Me.
"Mm look at that pretty pink pussy," I growl. Bella whimpers, arching her back and I grab one of her tits in my hand, fighting the urge to rip off her top, suck them into my mouth. If I have her naked in front of me I'm gonna fuck her, I won't be able to help myself.
Especially cos' she wants it so damn bad.
My fingers trail up her inner thigh and I shudder as they slide through the slickness of her arousal.
"So fucking wet," I hiss.
"Mmm your cock would feel so good sliding in there wouldn't it, baby," Bella murmurs huskily.
"God damn Daisy, don't fucking talk," I grunt, struggling to stand all of a sudden.
"Why not?" she asks, those sultry eyes meeting mine.
"Because I want to fuck you," I snarl, gripping the counter either side of her body. "I want to sink so deep into that pretty pussy that you fucking scream for me, Daisy. Want to feel you come all over my cock, again and again."
Bella's mouth drops open and a husky little mewl comes from her sinful lips. I give her a warning look and she closes it, swallowing heavily.
"Open those legs for me, Daisy, let me see you touch yourself."
Her breath hitches and I shudder as I see her fingers run along her soaking slit and then circle her clit. She whimpers as her fingers enter her tight little body and I growl quietly.
"Good girl," I praise, licking my lips, "Such a good girl."
Bella's eyes roll back in her head. My hand wraps around her wrist and she lets out a shocked moan, one that deepens into a breathy groan. I pull her hand out of her and take her fingers to my mouth, watching her as I lick them.
"Fuck yeah," I laugh huskily, the taste of her all over my tongue. "You taste like fucking honey, Daisy, you know that?"
She bites her bottom lip and pulls out of my grip, taking her hand to her lips.
Fuck me.
My cock fucking throbs as she sucks her fingers, her eyes widening a little as she tastes herself.
"Mm, is that good baby? You like how that tastes? So fucking hot," I purr. "Lick it all up, that's a good fucking girl. Want you to lick my cum up like that."
Bella moans around her fingers and I chuckle, "You like the way I talk don't you Daisy? Do you want me to lick your pretty pussy now? I'm fucking dying to taste you."
Bella licks her lips. "I want to see your cock."
I lick mine back, "You have seen my cock."
Bella's eyes flash playfully, "I want to suck your cock."
"Yeah?" I ask huskily.
"Yeah."
I arch an eyebrow, "Come here then. Suck it."
She whimpers and gets off the counter, stepping towards me. Her lips brush mine and I growl, "If you kiss me, I'm going to fuck you."
Bella leans closer, fully intending to make me follow through on that threat and I chuckle, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and guiding her to her knees.
"This what you want?" I ask her, cocking my head. I have no intention of letting her suck my cock right now. I'm going to end up fucking her if she so much as looks at it. But goddamn seeing her on her knees like this, her eyes hungry for me, she's a fucking vision.
"Hold me tighter," Bella murmurs, licking her lips as she starts undoing my belt.
I arch my eyebrow and tug her hair slightly. Bella arches back, whimpering.
"Fuck baby, you like it rough?"
"God Edward, please," she moans, "Wrap your hands around my neck."
My eyes roll back in my head. "Fuck, Bella."
"Please," she begs.
I grab her throat, my body feeling like it's going to fucking burst. The sound she lets out sets my whole fucking body on fire. Fuck me. The sight of her like this, on her knees in front of me with my hand around her neck. I want to fucking ruin her.
"Jesus Daisy, do you have any idea how many times I've…"
"God, me too," Bella whimpers. "I need you Edward, please, let me suck your cock."
I bite down on my bottom lip, shaking my head a little. I reach down and grab her by the waist, picking her up and placing her back on the counter, gently pushing her back until she's leaning on her hands behind her.
"Not when you've been drinking baby, right now you're gonna lie back and let me eat this delicious pussy."
Her voice is a needy whine, "Edward,"
"That's right baby," I growl, parting those gorgeous, shapely thighs, her skin so fucking soft under my fingertips. I've never wanted anyone like this before, never cared enough about someone like this. I want to fucking treasure her, taste every inch of her skin, map the curves of her body with my hands, with my tongue.
My fingers trace up her wet slit and the noise she makes threatens to overwhelm me, my cock aching in my jeans. They feel so fucking tight, I want to take my cock out and fuck my fist while I lick her, but I don't think I have the self control right now to stop myself from standing up and taking her.
"Oh god Edward, I want you to fuck me," Daisy pants, licking her lips as those hooded beautiful eyes burn into mine.
Fuck. Especially when she says shit like that. I force down the turbulent hunger that rattles my walls and sets my blood on fucking fire, and smirk at her, kissing her thigh. My tongue snakes out and I lick at the arousal on her thighs, sweet and tangy on my tongue.
I groan at the taste, my fingers pressing against her slit gently. They give way so easily, my girl is so fucking wet for me, soaked. A noise leaves my throat that's halfway between a snarl and a whimper as I feel her wet heat sucking me inside.
"Oh yeah," I let out a dark laugh, biting at her thigh gently, "So fucking tight baby."
Bella whimpers. "You feel so fucking good inside of me."
I growl, dropping my head to her thigh. "Fuck me…"
"No, fuck me." She whimpers, biting her plump bottom lip.
I laugh, gritting my teeth and letting out a soft grunt. "So fucking tempting." I pump my fingers in and out of her and she arches up, tits straining through her top, pressing high up. "Fuck yes," I murmur, "so fucking gorgeous Daisy, so fucking beautiful with my fingers inside you."
Bella's head tosses to one side, letting out these little pants, her chest and her cheeks flushing pink with arousal, beautiful mouth parted in pleasure.
Mine drops open as I watch her and I can barely fucking see my eyes are so hooded. She's gripping my fingers so fucking tightly and I know how fucking good she'd feel around my cock, can fucking taste it.
I pull my fingers out of her and run my tongue up her wet slit, groaning at the taste of her. My blood is fucking burning, my skin all prickly and fucking tingly. I've never wanted to fuck so bad in my life. Any other girl and I would, but she's different, she's Bella, my Daisy, my girl. I don't want to fuck her in a bathroom, I want to fuck her all night long.
This is so dangerous, what we're doing here, I'd told myself I wouldn't touch her like this, promised myself I'd keep away from her until I could leave this job, until I'd made enough money for Tommie to get all his treatments.
But I can't fucking help it.
My nose nudges her clit and she lets out a mewling sound, her head hitting the marble counter with a slight crack. I chuckle into her pussy, my hand reaching up and squeezing her breast.
"Careful with that beautiful head Daisy," I murmur, teasing her lips with flicks of my tongue, making my way higher and higher until I'm right next to her clit.
"Oh fuck, please," Bella whines.
"Please what, baby?" I can't fucking help myself.
"God I need you to…"
"Oh…" I chuckle huskily, "This?" I lave my wet tongue against her clit and her thighs clamp around my head, a loud cry falling from her lips. Her hands go to my hair, gripping hard as fuck and tugging and I groan into her, my tongue and lips hungrily moving against her swollen clit. One of my hands goes to my cock and I palm it, hissing into her. It feels like it's going to fucking explode, I'm hard as motherfucking steel.
Bella's needy whimpers and cries make me feel like I'm going to die unless I fuck her, but I push all that down and focus on eating my girl until she cries out my name. As her tight little body trembles with her climax, I plunge my tongue inside her, her walls wrapping around me as she releases more of her sweetness into my mouth, the taste of her making me moan hungrily.
I lift my head and grin at her, lying there looking dazed as fuck, her cheeks all flushed, lips a deep red from where she's been biting them.
"Kiss me," she murmurs huskily.
I lick my lips and slide my hands under her back, pulling her to the edge of the counter and lifting her up to me, standing between her legs. I place a kiss on one of her cheeks, then the other.
"Please Edward, please kiss me," Bella asks, her voice soft and wavering a little.
I pull back and search her eyes, cupping the back of her neck with my hand, "Are you okay? Did I...was that-"
Bella places her hand on my chest, looking up into my eyes and I feel a jolt go through me, something under my ribs lurching up.
"That was amazing," Bella says, smiling at me, "I just want...to kiss you. Please?"
I smooth my thumb across her neck and lean in, gently pressing my lips to hers.
A hum seems to spread from where our mouths meet, spreading across my body and electrifying it, lifting every hair on its end. Despite how much I want her, despite how hard my dick is, the kiss is slow and soft, and fucking warm. So fucking warm that I feel it in my chest, something rising there that makes me feel fucking weightless. Her tongue enters my mouth and presses against mine, and that warmth burns even more intensely, my mind coming to a halt as our lips move with each other, tasting and searching.
We pull back, gasping for air and I swallow, running my thumb across her smooth skin again. "You are so fucking beautiful Daisy," I murmur, staring into her eyes. They're alight, the colours blending and twisting together in a bottomless pattern. I feel like I'm falling forwards as I stare into them, the warmth of her hand against my heart scorching.
She smiles at me, a real, incredible smile that takes my breath away. "Your heart is racing."
I nod at her, biting my cheek. No use denying it, she can feel the fucking thing.
Bella takes my hand from the counter and places it over her chest, smiling at me. I can feel the pounding of her heart against my palm and I swallow.
"Mine too," she says softly.
My lips curve up, "Yeah." I run my hand under her shirt, tracing the spot where her Daisy Chain is.
My Daisy.
Bella smiles at me, her eyes lighting up, "I knew you'd give in."
I arch my brow at her, "Yeah? You planned this did you?"
She shakes her head, smirking. "I mean...sort of. I just couldn't bear it anymore, I want you so bad…"
"Fuck, I don't even care," I tell her, shaking my head as I grin. "But we can't do that again. Okay?"
Bella bites her lip, sliding her hand down to my stomach and winking. My abs tense under her hand and I laugh, grabbing it and pulling it off me. "You're such a brat," I tease, leaning in and kissing her nose.
She gives me a smile that takes my breath away.
