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Chapter 22
With a deep moan escaping my throat I cum inside her.
Instantly Isabella's naked, sweaty body collapses against my torso.
I protect her from the coolness by wrapping her petite body in my arms. I kiss her sweat-soaked forehead and her eyes close; she is falling asleep. I've noticed for the last three days that she does that after every orgasm.
"My love," I murmur, "we have to go."
She stirs causing my groin to tug, I shudder at the sensation of my flaccid member leaving her body.
"I don't want to," she denies, burying her face in my chest.
I see the fogged windows of the van; nothing is visible outside and the strong smell of sex dominates the cabin. I lean my face down and kiss the top of her head.
"I can't believe we're parked on the side of the road, and we've made love."
"Didn't you like it?" she murmurs, without opening her eyes.
"It's not that, love," I run my fingers down her soft back and she stirs again, "it's just weird for me because I'm acting like a teenager. It's not like me to behave like this."
She blinks, and her brown eyes widen.
"I've had the best weekend by your side, Edward," she squeezes her breasts into my chest, making me hiss in fascination as I feel her erect nipples brush against my skin. "I love you."
"I love you too, darling, but if we don't stop making love we'll never make it to Chicago. Patrick is waiting for me."
Just naming my son is enough to make him cross his seat and start awkwardly getting dressed while I do the same by pulling up my jeans and putting on my shirt.
I barely resume walking and Isabella has fallen asleep again; she does so for the next three hours we have to go.
"My love," I slide my finger down her young face, "we're here."
She yawns.
"I feel so tired," she grumbles.
I lean in, pressing a short kiss to her lips.
"You've had quite a hectic weekend."
"Mmm... the best weekend ever," she admits.
I smile. I don't want to leave her, but the time on the screen shows me it's 11 p.m. and I have to go to Charlotte's to pick up my son.
"Do you want to come in?" she invites me, and my eyes fall mesmerized by her beautiful lip biting between her teeth. "Jessica's not here yet. Maybe we can spend another hour... in my room," she proposes coyly, she's so cute.
I inhale. I want to stay, by God I want to, yet my responsibility prevents me from accepting her tempting invitation.
"I have to go get Pat. My son is waiting for me, love."
She smiles understandingly. With her hands on my neck, she pulls me closer to her face.
"Don't worry, another day. Tell Pat that I love him very much and that I'm going to visit him tomorrow."
"I love you," I kiss her hard.
I have a need to make her feel all my love for her and how important she is to me, she moans and bites my lip making me hiss, I am aware that if we don't stop I will end up going up to her apartment and make love to her until exhaustion.
"My love..." I try to make my voice strong, but it ends up being a choked moan when her lips are on my throat. "I have to go."
"Goodnight, love" she says goodbye with her muffled voice, opens the door and gives me a sad smile. She doesn't want a goodbye either. "See you tomorrow."
I give her one last kiss; she jumps out of the van. I stand waiting for her to enter her building, she turns to look at me and I wave my hand in a temporary goodbye.
I step on the accelerator driving through the streets again, I need to get to Charlotte's house.
"I'm sorry I'm late," is the first thing I say when she opens the door. "Where's Pat?"
"He's asleep," she murmurs closing the door behind her outside her house. She crosses her arms showing herself only in a light and short black silk nightgown. "Who do you think you are to be here at this hour? I'm not a fucking babysitter to take care of Patrick while you give free rein, fucking a stupid teenage girl."
"Shut up, stop talking nonsense."
"Go away, Edward," she pushes me with her palms on my chest. Pat is asleep and I'm not going to wake him up."
"That's not true!" shouts Pat coming out of the house, bringing his backpack and pillow with him. "I wasn't asleep, Dad."
"Patrick, I want you to go to your room!" his mom orders. "I need to talk to Edward."
"No, I'm not going anywhere, I don't want to stay at your house. And I'll tell my dad everything you tell me about Bella," my son confronts her.
"See?" Charlotte points out. "This is what you cause by being so permissive with him. Patrick is a rude and ill-mannered man who knows no respect. His upbringing has gotten out of hand, Edward, and if we don't act on it, he'll turn into a troubled teenager who will soon get involved with undesirable people and even go to jail. Is that what you want for your son?"
"Stop talking nonsense, Charlotte. Pat is just a preteen that you insist on treating as if he were three years old."
"Listen to me, Edward. If Patrick doesn't change his ways with me I will take you to court and I swear I will take him away from you. Because you are to blame for him treating me this way."
I take a deep breath.
"Let's keep our sanity in front of our son. He doesn't have to listen to us getting upset."
"That's fine with me," my son interjects, lifting his shoulders, "I know Charlotte is crazy."
"Patrick, stop it," I scold him. "Charlotte is your mother and you can't disrespect her."
"I didn't ask her to have me," he says.
"I didn't even want to have you!" Charlotte is totally pissed off. "My decision to have an abortion was overshadowed by your father's stupid moralizing. So if you're going to complain about it, complain to him."
"Shut up!" I shake her body as my son runs for cover inside the van. "Why the fuck do you have to be so stupid? You don't measure your words in front of him."
"Patrick always annoys me" her fake tears don't matter much to me; I shake her body again and she whimpers. "Get off me, you idiot, you're hurting me."
"You're the fucking adult here, at least behave like one."
I let go and see her rubbing her forearms.
"I'm warning you, Edward, if your son is rude to me again I'll take him away from you, even if it's just to fuck up your life I'm capable of doing it. And you don't know how much I'm going to enjoy taking him away from you."
"Fuck you, you fucking bitch," I turn around and walk back to the van.
On the way home Pat doesn't look at me, he just keeps his face to the window.
"Sorry for the theatrics with your mom. Parenting can get complicated sometimes."
"I'm used to your arguments," his voice trails off. "You fight because of me, and I pretend I'm fine. It's okay, Dad."
"Pat," with my free hand I ruffle his hair, "I can't hide things like I used to. Now you are a big boy and aware of what is going on with us. Don't let your anger make you treat your mother badly; she deserves all your respect and love. Love her very much. Because one day it will be your turn to take care of her and protect her, then you will have to teach your children to love her too."
"When both of you are old, I will find the best nursing home for you, it will be the most luxurious, and I will take her to the one farthest away from me, I will leave her there and I will never see her again. What's more when I have children I won't tell them about her."
"Ah, so you're going to abandon me in a nursing home, huh," I tickle him, and he laughs.
"Just kidding, Dad. I'll never be able to leave you in one of those places. No matter how annoying and cantankerous you get, I won't be able to part with you."
"The same way you'll take care of me you'll have to take care of your mom. Love her very much, son. Love her with all your strength, even if you think she doesn't care, I assure you that it is when she is most interested in feeling loved by you."
Out of the corner of my eye I see him pursing his lips.
"Do you want her to be like Bella? Her parents don't even make her in the world, and she's out there, talking to them and sending gifts for her siblings. Not to mention that Renee only seeks her out when she needs her to send money because one of her kids got sick."
"Isabella has a big heart, she is a special person in this life," I admit.
"I know, that's why I love her so much. You must love and care for her too because my friend Thomas' brother is asking about her."
"Oh, yeah?" intrigued by the change of subject, I ask, "Which of Thomas' two brothers? Because he has two, right?"
"James. He's twenty and has a class with Bella. My friend Thomas says his brother James likes him and wants to ask him out."
"Doesn't that James know that Isabella has a boyfriend?" I asked between my teeth.
"Dad, college guys don't check if girls have boyfriends, they just hit on them."
"Hit on them? Since when did you start using that lexicon?"
"Dad, you're getting old. We all use cool words, even Bella."
"Oh. Okay, don't change the subject, I want you to be nicer to your mom, okay?"
"Charlotte annoys me too, so talk to her and put her in her place. She thinks I'm a child. She's starting to say that when you have another baby you won't want me. That's ridiculous because I would be very happy if you have another child."
"Is that what he says?"
"Yes. She also says that Bella won't love me as soon as she has your child, that's silly, daddy. I'm not a child for her to treat me like that."
He's silent for a moment.
"Are you going to marry Bella?"
"No. It's too soon to talk about marriage. She's too young and has a lot of things to live through."
"Oh..."
"You'd better tell me more about this James."
"Dad, forget it."
As soon as I park my son gets out of the van leaving me wondering about this James.
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I read the divorce decree. I really don't know how to feel about this, I am an adult, and it doesn't hurt me not to see my parents together, but knowing that my mother is suffering makes me feel bad for her.
"Your father left me for someone else."
I leave the documents on the desk. I stand up looking at my mother in front of me, I hug her allowing her to unburden herself in my arms. Esme soon cries loudly and inconsolably.
"Mom, you know well that the doors of my house are open to you. You can stay with us as long as you want. I don't want you to be alone in this house any longer."
"No, I won't break down. I won't," she lifts her face, reaches out her hand to caress my cheek and smiles. "Thank you for being here with me."
"I love you, Mom," I kiss her forehead. "Even though sometimes I don't show it, I love you."
"I know, sweetheart. I love you too, son, you're the most important thing to me, despite your bad taste in girls."
"Don't start."
Esme rolls her eyes as she fixes her hair and straightens her skirt as if her sadness depends on it.
"I have a meeting with my friends" She gives me her best smile taking my hand we leave the office and walk to the living room where Isabella is waiting for me, when I get to her I hug her back. "You are staying at your house."
I stare at her harshly for her rudeness to my girlfriend. And my mother softens her gaze.
"See you later, Bella" she comes closer kissing her cheeks. "One of these days I'll take you to my friends to share a coffee. We have a nice time talking about everything."
"No, thank you very much, I don't drink coffee," Isabella clarifies.
My mother raises one of her eyebrows, looking at her.
"I'm just saying, Bella. I'm talking about going to eat at an exclusive restaurant, you can order any drink there. I'm going," she turns to me. "I'll talk to you later, sweetheart."
Isabella lets out a sigh as she watches my mother leave the house through the front door.
"I thought she'd be devastated by her divorce."
"She's faking it," I reply. "Esme usually looks fine even when she's not. Right now she'll go in search of her so-called friends and wail in tears while those women rejoice in her pain and pretend they're with her."
Isabella turns around completely. She furrows her brow causing a tiny wrinkle to deepen on her forehead, I smooth it out and she looks at me doubtfully.
"Esme is used to false friendships," I comment. "Nothing new in this fucking society."
"It must be sad for her, poor thing."
I tease her little nose with my finger as I watch her thoughtful face.
"Do you want to meet my old room?"
"Sure."
I interlace our fingers walking up the stairs. I laugh at her because she can only climb one step while I climb three, between giggles and swipes on her part we reach the wide hallway. Becoming serious I bring my hand to her lower back and guide her to the last room. As we enter Isabella notices every detail from the various trophies on the shelves to the old field hockey sticks leaning against the wall in the corner.
She slides her fingers very slowly across the picture frames: there are different pictures of me when I played field hockey on the high school team.
"You've always been so handsome."
"You can tell that show-off James that you have a boyfriend who used to be a field hockey player. So he'll stop thinking he's unique."
Turn around and roll your eyes.
"Don't be jealous. James is just a partner."
I hold his hips, as I cling to his body.
"A partner who asks you out knowing you're with me."
She pouts, standing on her tiptoes, wraps her hands around my neck.
"I like you better."
I lift her with my arm to my height and she immediately wraps her legs around my hips.
"What does that mean, you like me better?"
Isabella kisses me molding her lips to mine.
"You take advantage because you do what you want from me," I murmur into her neck. "I love you."
She sighs, throwing her head back giving me access to nibble and suck on her neck at my whim.
Slowly, very slowly I lay her down on the bed between her legs, her skirt slipping down to her hips leaving me free to caress her thighs.
Hot and desperate to bury myself inside her I pull off my shirt, letting it fall to the side of the bed. I manage to pull off her blouse - I bite her breasts - which are still between her bra.
"Make me yours," she moans as my tongue fiddles with her nipple.
Isabella is half naked on my bed with her disheveled hair spread across the pillow, her eyes tightly closed and her lips half open begging for attention.
I kiss her hard as I get rid of her bra completely and she gets rid of her skirt leaving only her panties.
I move down her body burying my nose in her crotch, she smells good, and I want to taste her.
With my hands on both sides I start sliding her panties down...
The sound at the door distracts me, I turn and instinctively cover Isabella's body with mine.
"Edward...?"
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