8
Esme was all smiles when she opened the front door, and waved Bella into the house. She bit her lip as she stepped inside, taking a look around. It still felt weird, she thought, seeing her lover in this big, white, perfect house she shared with her husband. Yet, at the same time, she felt comfortable and safe. It was the one place they didn't have to hide their love, hide who they were.
"Can I, um, get you something to drink?"
"Like what?"
Esme laughed. "Um, I don't know. I have water, soda, some wine."
"I'd rather take you upstairs to your bedroom and have my wicked, wicked way with you."
"Okay," she said, quickly.
Bella laughed and closed the gap between them. "I've been looking forward to this all day, love."
"Me too," she whispered, breathlessly. "After last night, I wasn't sure you'd . . . you'd come over."
"Why?"
"Because of Carlisle, because he complicates things."
"Well, I won't lie. I don't love the fact that you're married, but if you tell me I'm the one you want, the one you love, then I believe you."
Esme nodded, shifting her eyes down to the floor.
Bella placed her hand under her chin, tilting her head up. "Are you sure you still want me?"
"Of course I do," she exhaled, almost pleading with her. "I've never wanted anyone the way I need you, Bella. You . . . you give me exactly what I need."
"And what is it that you need?"
"You," Esme breathed. "Just you."
"You have me, love."
Bella slipped her hand into Esme's before she turned and led her lover across the living room and upstairs to the bedroom on the right. She spun Esme around, causing her to laugh before she reached over and closed the door. She dropped her bag on the floor before she leaned against the door, tilting her head to the side.
"Take off your clothes."
Esme pulled the red sweater over her head and let it drop onto the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts perky and her nipples hard, begging for her to suck on them. She reached behind her and unclasp the back of her skirt, her eyes flickering up to Bella's before she let it slide over her hips and down her legs, hitting the floor with a soft, almost inaudible swoosh.
Bella pressed her lips together before she motioned for Esme to turn around, which she did, her skin turning a beautiful, sultry pink that had Bella wanting to do naughty, delicious things to her.
"Do you trust me, love?"
Esme shifted her eyes up to Bella's before she said, "I do."
She answered quickly, without hesitation, which Bella liked. "Then lay in the middle of the bed."
Esme turned and walked over to the bed, looking back at Bella as she climbed on top of the bed, turning so that she was laying in the middle. Slowly, methodically, Bella began removing her clothes until she was standing completely naked. Esme's eyes widened as they locked onto her arms, and Bella sighed, remembering the purple bruises from where her father had grabbed her that morning.
"It's nothing, love."
"It doesn't look like nothing," Esme said, sitting up and scooting to the side of the bed and reaching for her. "Who . . . who grabbed you, Bella?"
She shook her head and walking over so that she was standing in front of Esme, who turned her arms from side to side as she examined her arms. "My dad."
Esme's eyes widened.
"It's not as bad as it sounds. He just . . . he won't let go of this idea that I'm going to fall in love with Jacob Black." Esme gagged, causing Bella to laugh. "He was waiting for me outside of my bedroom this morning, demanding that I agree to go on a date with him, and when I said no, again, he grabbed my arms and slammed me against the wall."
"How is that not as bad as I thought it sounded?"
"I've always bruised easily. And he let me go immediately, said he was sorry."
"Why didn't you tell me? You should have texted me this morning, Bella. Legally, I'm bound to report him, but that would just complicate things, wouldn't it?"
"To be honest, I forgot about them. They don't hurt." Bella shrugged her shoulder. "If it helps, Edward threatened to kick his ass."
"It would help more if he had kicked his ass."
Bella laughed and placed her hands on Esme's shoulders, pushing her back on the bed. "How about we don't let my father ruin our night together?"
"Yes, ma'am." Esme laughed and scooted back into the middle of the bed. "I'm waiting."
Bella gave her a look before she walked over and knelt down next to her bag, unzipping it and pulling out a long, purple silk scarf. She walked over to the bed and climbed on top so that she was straddling Esme, whose eyes were locked on the scarf in her hands.
"Do you still trust me?"
"I do."
Bella smiled again, pleased with her quick response. "Put your hands together and grasp the headboard."
Esme followed her instructions and clasp her hands together before she reached up behind her and wrapped her fingers around the oak bars on the headboard. Bella leaned forward and wrapped the scarf around her wrists, and then tied her hands to the headboard, leaving her helpless under her.
Esme was watching her with hooded eyes, her chest heaving, and her tongue snaking between her lips, and Bella considered climbing over and putting that magic tongue of hers to good work, but tonight she wanted it to be all about her, all about Esme, so instead, she turned and walked back over to her bag. Looking over her shoulder, she pulled out a black leather harness and a dual-sided dildo and stood up to face her lover.
"Holy shit," Esme gasped, her eyes widening and Bella watched as she rubbed her thighs together.
"Do you trust me, love?"
Esme nodded frantically.
Bella laughed and slid the dual sided dildo into the harness before she stepped into it and slid it up her legs, fitting one side of the dildo inside her pussy. Bella tightened the harness so that it was tight and firm, giving her the perfect amount of friction before she climbed onto the bed. Esme's eyes were locked on the purple silicon dildo, but when Bella crawled up the bed so that she was kneeling next to Esme's head, her eyes shifted up to hers.
"How much do you trust me, love?"
"With all of me."
Bella placed her hand on the back of Esme's head before slipping just the tip of dildo into her mouth. Esme moaned as she began sucking on it. The image of Bella's 'dick' in her mouth had her aching. She wanted more, wanted all of her. Not just her body, but her heart and soul, as well. She needed all of Esme, wanted to share every part of their lives together.
"You like this, love. You love sucking my dick, don't you?"
Esme hummed, and Bella saw her rubbing her thighs together.
"No, no, love, keep those legs apart."
Esme whined around the dildo, but her legs parted.
"Good girl," Bella murmured, placing her hand on the back of Esme's head, shifting her hips back and forth, sliding her 'dick' between her hungry lips. "You're so fucking hot, lover. Do you want me to fuck your pussy with my big dick? Hmm? Do you?"
Esme hummed, but nodded, her eyes widening, almost begging her to take her, so Bella did. She pulled herself out of her mouth and moved so that she was kneeling between Esme's thighs, which were slick with her arousal. Bella wrapped her hands around her thighs, lifting her off the bed before she scooted under her, placing the tip of her dildo at Esme's opening. She leaned forward, filling her completely, and Esme gasped, her eyes widening.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" She all but yelled, causing Bella to laugh. "I'm sorry, but please don't stop. I . . . I need you to own me, sweetheart. Please own me."
"I do." Bella pulled almost all the way out before she thrust into her again. "Your pussy belongs to me. Your mouth, your hands, your ass, every fucking part of you belongs to me, lover, and only me."
"Only you," she whimpered, lifting her hips as Bella thrust into her over and over.
Bella tightened her grip on Esme's legs, lifting her off the bed as she filled her, the friction of her thrusts had her on edge. Esme was writhing on the bed, pulling against the silk scarf around her wrists. She was close, Bella knew, so she slid her fingers down, pressing her thumb against her clit. Esme cried out as she came and Bella pulled out of her, leaning down and licking her pussy as she came down from her orgasm.
She leaned up and pressed her lips against Esme's, thrusting her tongue into her mouth as she reached up and untied her wrists. Esme's arms wrapped around Bella, their kiss deepening, intensifying, but like all good things, their moment was interrupted when she heard her phone ring.
Yanking herself off Esme and scrambling off the bed, Bella hurried across the room and pulled her phone out of the front pocket of her bag. Why the hell was Alice Brandon calling? She and Alice were friends, but they weren't the kind of friends who called each other at almost midnight. They were the kind of friends who ate lunch together, and sat next to each other in class. Bella didn't really have anyone outside of school, except Esme.
Bella denied the call and set her phone on the table, but before she could move back to cuddling with Esme, her phone chimed loudly as several text messages filled the air. Rolling her eyes, she sat up and turned her phone back over. There were more than half a dozen texts from Alice filling her phone screen:
Call me.
Your father is here at Mike's party.
He's looking for you and Edward!
Your father is threatening to arrest all of us.
What the hell did you do?
Bella, call me!
"Holy shit."
"What is it?"
But Bella shook her head and called Alice back, who answered on the first ring.
"Bella, Bella, your father just broke up the party at Newton's. He was looking for you and Edward. Where are you guys? He was pissed, Bella. So fucking pissed."
"We wanted to be alone," Bella lied, giving Esme a look not to say a word before she cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear and began to unclasp the leather harness around her hips, biting her lip to keep from moaning when it slipped out of her. "What exactly did he say?"
Alice laughed. "He came bursting into the house, yelling and screaming your name. Bella, I've never seen Chief Swan so angry. What did you do?"
Bella snorted, but didn't reply. "Is he still there?"
"No, he threatened to take us all to jail, but then told us to go home, before he left. Newton is pissed, though. Keeps saying that it's all yours and Edward's fault that the party broke apart. Of course that might be because he was trying to lure Jessica into the bathroom again when your father showed up. She was drunk off her ass, crying about how you stole her man. That bitch is crazy."
"Yeah, well, Newton can suck my dick. Thanks for the heads up, Alice. I guess I'd better get home."
"Call me tomorrow. If you're not grounded for life."
Once again, Bella snorted, but didn't reply before she ended the call just to find Edward's number and called him. He didn't answer, so she hung up and sent him a text that said: call me now. It's important.
Less than ten seconds later, her phone started ringing and she answered it with a hurried, "You need to come get me now."
"I'm kind of busy, Swan."
"Yeah, well, my father just lost his shit at Newton's party because he was looking for us, so I need you to come pick me up and take me home before he figures out that I'm lying to him."
Edward groaned. "Okay, okay, we'll be there in like ten minutes."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too."
Edward ended the call, so Bella dropped her phone onto the bed before she looked over at Esme, who was sitting up with the sheet wrapped around her. "I'm sorry I can't stay longer."
"Maybe you shouldn't go home at all."
"I have to go home. I can't just . . . not go home, Esme. He's out looking for me."
"Exactly my point." Esme scooted off the bed, keeping the sheet wrapped around her as she placed her hand on Bella's arm, right over the purple bruises wrapped around her arm. "He hurt you."
"No, he just . . . he just grabbed me."
"He bruised you, sweetheart."
Bella sighed. "I know, but he . . . he didn't mean to, and he apologized immediately."
"I still don't think you should go home."
"I have to. I . . . I have to deal with him."
"Fine, then maybe I should take you home."
Bella smiled. "You're not ready for people to know about us, and I won't push you out of your comfort zone just because my father can't accept that I don't want to date Jacob Black. That's why Edward and I are pretending to date, Esme. So we can cover for each other."
"Yeah, I know," she grimaced, sitting on the side of the bed. "I was just hoping for more time with you tonight."
"Me too." Bella stepped up in front of her, placing her hands on Esme's face. "Trust me when I say I wanted another taste of you, love."
Esme moaned, gripping her hips. "I'm on for the next four nights. Can you sneak in to the hospital again?"
"Of course."
"And maybe we can plan a weekend away. Just you and me, and maybe with that strap on again."
Bella laughed, sliding her hands to the back of her head, tilting her head backward. "Did you like the way I fucked you, love?"
"I did. I really, really did."
"Good to know." Bella leaned down and pressed her lips against hers. "I love you."
Esme smiled. "I love you, too."
Though the last thing she wanted was to get dressed, Bella pulled herself away from Esme and the two dressed. Once she was clothed and had her toys packed back into her bag, the two women headed downstairs, reaching the living room just as the front door opened and Carlisle and Edward hurried in.
"I'm sorry," Bella said, putting her hand up in front of her. "I didn't mean to ruin to your night, too."
"You didn't," Carlisle assured her, but when Edward rolled his eyes, she almost laughed. "Are you sure it's a good idea for you to go home, though? I mean, if he's that angry?"
Bella almost laughed, but didn't because, honestly, her father was starting to piss her off. "Probably not, but seeing as he thinks Edward and I are together, what do you think he would do if I stay out all night with him?"
Carlisle and Edward shared a look.
"That's what I thought. It's best if I just go home and deal with him once and for all."
"Just be careful, okay?" Esme asked, her worry evident. "Promise."
"I promise, love. I promise."
Bella wrapped her arms around Esme, pressing her lips against her once more before she released the love of her life and bypassed Edward and Carlisle as she walked out of the house and hurrying down to his car, climbing into the front seat. Though she tried to be strong for Esme, she could admit to being a little scared of what was going to happen when Edward dropped her off at her house.
Edward climbed in behind the wheel and started the drive back into town without a word. He parked in front of her house. Her father's police cruiser was parked in the driveway behind her truck. When she reached for the door handle, she felt him wrap his hand around her wrist, drawing her attention to him.
"Maybe I should go in with you."
Bella shook her head, gently prying her wrist from his grasp. "I think you'd just piss him off even more than he clearly already is."
Edward sighed.
"Did you and Carlisle have fun?"
He grinned, lobbing his head in her direction. "Yeah. I mean, he was . . . It was good. You and Esme?"
Bella laughed. "Yeah, it was good." She looked back at the front of the house. "Keep your phone close, okay? Just in case."
"If you're scared, Bella, I can take you somewhere else."
"I'm not scared he's going to hurt me, Edward. I'm scared that he's never going to accept me for who I really am. My mother already walked away from me. I can't . . . I can't lose him, too, and it scares me, because if he knew how I feel about Esme, he would walk away from me, too."
"Suppose I get that."
Bella took a deep breath before she pushed her door open. "They'd be worth losing everyone for, though, wouldn't they?"
"Yeah, they would."
Bella grabbed her bag and climbed out of the car, slowly making the walk up to the front porch. She gave Edward another look before she opened the front door and walked into the house, unsurprised to find her father sitting on the stairs, waiting for her. She could see the rage in his eyes, smell the beer seeping out of his pores. She shifted her eyes to the living room, finding almost a dozen empty beer cans scattered on the floor and the lamp broken against the far wall.
"Where were you?" Charlie asked, his eyes flickering from her to the door. "Where the fuck were you?"
"Edward and I were just hanging out."
"You and Edward, huh? You went to the party of at that Newton boy's house. Isn't that what you said this morning?"
"That was the plan, but then we changed our minds. Decided we wanted to be alone, instead."
Charlie nodded and stood up, walking toward her. Bella pressed herself against the front door. He stopped just inches in front of her, placing his hands on either side of her head, and for the first time, she was afraid of him.
"Maybe I haven't made myself clear, Bella, but you and this Masen kid, I won't have it. He's trash, his whole fucking family is trash, and I won't allow you to get mixed up with garbage like that."
"You don't get to tell me who I'm going out with, Dad." Bella tried to scoot from in front of him, but when he blocked her way, she wished she had stayed with Esme. "I'm not going on a date with Jacob Black. You can't force me to go out with him."
"You will do as I say, when I say it, Bella, and that means you will go out with Jacob Black."
"No, no, I won't," she said, again and she put her hands on his shoulders pushing him away from him away from her, but when he slammed his hands against the back of the door again, she heard her voice shaking as she said, "Move, Dad. Move out of my way."
Charlie seemed to have realized that he was standing too close her, and he took several steps backward. "I'm sorry."
Bella walked around him so she could hurry upstairs, but first she said, "I don't know why you can't let go of this ridiculous idea that I'm going to fall for Jacob Black, but it's not going to happen. Not ever. Okay? If you can't accept it, then maybe it's time I don't live under your roof anymore."
In that instant, his apologetic expression hardened and he took a step toward her, causing her to scramble up three steps, he said, "You don't have anywhere else to go, Bella. Your mother left you. I'm all you have, so you'd better think twice about how you talk to me."
Bella shook her head and took two more steps as she said, "You can go to hell, Dad. Straight to hell."
And turning, Bella ran upstairs, across the landing, and into her bedroom, slamming her bedroom door closed as she heard him follow. She flicked on the lock and moved away until she hit the wall across from the door, sliding to the floor and listening to her father beat against said door, and scream, "You ungrateful little cunt!"
Pulling her knees to her chest, she clasped her hands over her ears and let her tears fall, wishing she still wrapped in Esme's arms.
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