Chapter 23

"Who's Edward?"

Paul asked, trying to sound calm. He stared at Bella's phone screen. He wasn't being noisy; the damn phone was just there under his nose on the kitchen counter when the message came.

Fuck that; who the hell was Edward.

"Huh?" Bella asked behind her laptop. Her writing seemed to be going well; seeing how her fingers were flying on the keyboard, her review was shaping up nicely.

Paul was fighting his possessiveness and jealousy. His rational side told him that he definitely should not pull that bullshit on Bella anymore; she wouldn't take that shit much longer. Of that, he was certain. But his rational side blew out of the window when he saw the name Edward on her phone screen.

"You got a message from Edward," he said again.

"Edward? Who is Edward? I don't know anybody called Edward," Bella mumbled and continued writing. She had a very amused look on her face, and she was slowly turning her head left to right and sighed, "poor Barney… silly man." And then she let out a little witty laugh, and her writing became even more frantic.

Obviously, she wasn't with him here in this kitchen but somewhere in her story lands. He had to smile. She was so fucking sexy when she wrote on her laptop, pencil tugged into her messy bun, and those fuck-me glasses on her nose. He had asked her once to wear them when they were fucking, and boy that was hot. She had pulled some sexy teacher act on him, and he had lost his shit. Like he always did with her.

Paul was trying to keep calm. What the fuck did it mean she didn't know anybody named Edward? It was on her fucking phone saying, "Edward C.".

Bella stopped writing and glanced at Paul over her laptop. She frowned when she saw Paul's poorly disguised pissed-off -face.

"What's the matter?"

How should he play this out? Paul was thinking feverishly. He wanted to know who the fuck was Edward, but he didn't want to act like the jealous and possessive asshole he was.

"You got a message from Edward," Paul said as casually as he could muster.

"Edward?" Bella frowned.

"Oh, Edward! Yeah, I know Edward; he is the son of my dad's doctor. We met by chance in Seattle at the medical center. He's studying at UW to become a lawyer, and we talked about meeting over a coffee in September."

Bella grabbed her phone from the counter and read the message.

Breath! Remember to breathe. Paul was chanting in his head.

Bella put the phone back on the counter and continued her writing.

What the actual fuck?! So, she doesn't want to tell me what that fucker texted her. It might not be any of his business, but why the hell didn't she tell him. Did he ask her on a date? What does she think about him?

Paul's inner monologue was in full force. He was gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, his knuckles white. His other hand hurt like a bitch.

"So, what is this Edward like?" He asked.

Breath!

Bella stopped writing and looked at him.

"I don't know. He seemed nice. Why?" Bella continued writing.

"Just asking."

"Oh, ok," came her very absentminded reply. Never stopping her writing, she quickly glanced at him and said, "Hey, baby would you mind if I finished this review. It will be ready soon, and I can send it to the editor. Then I don't have to think about it anymore."

The way she called him "baby" helped him cool down a bit.

He decided to let it go. He would behave like the adult he was and let it go. Fucking yeah, like there was any other fucking choice. He kissed the top of her head, and Bella tapped his arm affectionately, not taking her eyes off her text. He left the kitchen and went to the bedroom to take a nap.

Fuck he was a mess. This was exactly what he knew would happen. Those doctor sons soon-to-be-fucking-lawyers would be lining up there to have her, and he would be here unable to do fucking about it. He couldn't even kick their asses; he would be locked up for life if even a hair was bent on those fancy-asses heads.

And here was him, a mere construction worker son of a drunken crackhead abandoned by his fucking mother. Fuck he was getting a headache. The day had been quite a rollercoaster emotionally.

The next thing he knew, he felt Bella's lips on his. He had fallen asleep after all.

He moaned and grabbed his arms around her.

"Had a good nap, hmm?" Bella murmured into his mouth and kissed him slowly on his lips. Then she deepened the kiss with a flick of her tongue across his bottom lip.

He was up.

"Hmm."

"I want you inside me now," she bit his lip, "would you do that for me?"

"Happy to oblige," Paul moaned when Bella rolled his nipple between her thumb and forefinger, sucking his neck at the same time.

They moved slowly. Peeling their clothes off one piece at a time. Paul felt that he didn't want this to end. He didn't want to rush anything. When he slid into Bella, he felt ultimate extasy filing him. Fuck he loved this woman.

He pushed Bella on the mattress and lifted her left leg under his arm so that her knee was near his shoulder. This way, he was able to go deeper and deeper. It was their favorite position. They both moaned. Slowly in and out. Fuck, it felt good. He kissed her slowly, tasting her, savoring her. In and out. Absolutely bliss.

"So good, Paul. You make me feel so good."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah."

Paul understood what was going on. Bella wanted him to know that this Edward, who the fuck ever he was, didn't matter, and he shouldn't care who the fuck he was. It was he and her and no one else. The only thing that mattered was this moment, this sublime feeling they shared together.

He felt his heart bursting.

"I love you so damn much," Paul whispered.

"I love you more," Bella answered.

They kept going at a slow torturous pace, and neither wanted it to end. Paul could live in her. Never leave. The noises she made, the way her body moved in sync with his. He could kiss her forever.

Paul got up to his knees and tucked his legs under him. He hooked Bella's ankles and pulled her closer.

"Oh," Bella breathed.

"I want to get deeper," he said and leaned down to kiss Bella. Then he lifted her left leg, kissed the instep of her foot, and braced it on his shoulder. Bella hooked her right leg around his torso. Jesus, the site of her fully open before him, a masterpiece of art.

"Fuck Bella, you are so beautiful," he said and dived into her. Jesus motherfucker fuck. This was going to end soon like this.

"Ahhh… that's…." Bella wailed silently. She rose to her elbows and moved her hand where they were joined. They both watched as Paul slid in and out; it was a mesmerizing sight. Paul laid his hand over Bella and rubbed her clit with his thumb. They held each other's hands for a while just like that. In and out... He flicked her clit and sped up with his thrusts.

"Oh yes," Bella cried hoarsely and leaned back to the mattress. She arched her back and lifted her hands over her head, and pushed against the headboard to meet his thrusts with more force.

Their climax was approaching fast now. Paul pounded into her wet heat and felt deep in his stomach as his balls tightened that he was going to come. He thrust harder and rubbed her clit, sliding his finger over it. Bella moaned with a deep sound.

"Ah ... Paul. Oh yes, I'm coming Jesus baby, it feels … ah ..."

"Come with me, Baby," Paul rasped and slammed his hips forcefully into her a few more times, and as he exploded inside of her, Bella's walls were milking him with a tight grip. Paul landed on top of her and held her tightly, streams of cum shooting into her as he continued to grind into her.

They held each other for a long time.

"It was beautiful, Paul," Bella said after a while and skimmed her hands across his sweaty back and up to his even sweatier neck, brushing her fingers through his damp hair.

Paul's head was deep in Bella's neck, covered by her hair.

"Hmm," he mumbled, totally spent and blissfully happy. Fucking yeah, he was bliss-fucking-fully happy. The word that hadn't ever before belonged in his vocabulary. He had learned it from some of Bella's books.

He didn't want to move; he could stay here and never move and die happy.

"Did you get your reviews done?" Paul asked and lifted his head to look at her face. He brushed a string of hair from her cheek and kissed her flushed face. She was so beautiful.

"Yes. I finished them both, and I don't have a new one waiting yet. So, I'm all free for the weekend. Is there something you would like us to do?" Bella asked.

"Hmmm, I'm sure I can think of something," Paul answered, grazed his hand to her thigh, and lifted her leg over his hip. Pressing his hand against her lower back, he rotated his hips against her. She moaned, and her eyelashes fluttered.

"Oh, Paul … I was thinking about maybe going camping or something like that."

Paul got an idea, "hey, Jared has a campervan. We could ask if they don't need it and go camping with that. It is those cool VW campervans, bright red."

"That sounds awesome," Bella exclaimed.

"I call Jared right now."

"You'll do that. I need to take a shower. And after that, we'll watch the last episode of Sherlock."

They were lying on the couch, limbs tangled, when Bella shifted her legs and body and turned to face Paul.

"I noticed earlier that you were a bit upset about that text message," Bella said and stroked his cheek with her forefinger. She trailed it softly to his jaw and his lips. He closed his eyes. He loved it when she touched his face; it had always been his face that he didn't want anybody to touch. It was too intimate to personal, too close. Feeling her fingertips on his closed eyelids, he thought, what should he say? He had been fucking upset, but it really didn't matter anymore.

"Yeah, I was," he admitted. "I'm a quite jealous fucker, if you haven't noticed yet. I do feel like a jerk now."

"Well, I just want you to know that there is absolutely no reason to be jealous," Bella told him, nuzzling closer to him, "not about this Edward or anybody else. He really is just a son of my dad's doctor, and since I don't know many people in the UW, it is nice to have someone who can help me get to know the places around there."

I guess this is the moment to talk with her. He lifted himself and pulled Bella onto his lap, turning the tv off.

He turned Bella's head with his hand to look at each other's eyes and took a breath; here it goes, it's all or nothing, "I love you, Bella, with everything I have. I know it is maybe too soon, we haven't known each other even for two months yet. But I know you are It for me. I have never been surer about anything. The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And now that you are leaving to college, I want us to be in an exclusive relationship, that there is no one else for you because the hell freezes over sooner than I would want anybody else than you."

His heart was hammering in his throat. He was scared shittles to say that aloud. He had almost asked her to marry him, but he had bit his tongue just before it came out. That shit had to wait.

Bella stared at him with her big brown eyes. He could see a tint of green around her irises. He fucking loved her eyes. He could see tears forming in them. They started to flow down to her cheeks.

"Oh, why are you crying, baby?" he panicked. Did he scare her? Shit, it was too much too soon.

He leaned closer to her and kissed the tears away, "Don't cry, baby."

"Oh, Paul. I love you so much too. And all this might be too soon, but I …"

Bella's phone buzzed on the floor. Fucking shit. Paul glanced at it. It was Charlie; if it had been anybody else, he would have asked her not to answer the phone. He leaned to take it, "it's your dad," he said and gave it to her.

"What's up, dad?" Bella answered her phone with a small voice, tears still appearing in her eyes. She wiped them off and sniffed.

Paul watched her as her face went pale, and her hand flew over her mouth.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Bella stared at him with huge eyes, "Bane is here. He's flown all the way from Honolulu, and he is at my dad's house now."