A Mafia Bond
Chapter One: Shadows of Attraction
Bella Cullen
Winters in Queens were no joke; the wind cut you like glass, and the nights robbed people of their sanity as well as their lives. We were raised the hard way; there wasn't one thing bought for us new other than food; our entire lives we relied on family and those who lived around us to survive, those who knew the life, knew the hardships, and faced them every day with us like the nightmare it was. The men in my family worked every job they could get their hands on; my father Carlisle Cullen owned the auto shop just around the corner from our apartment building; my eldest brother Edward was a debt collector of sorts when he wasn't in the auto shop or racing; my second eldest brother Emmett worked at the shop and construction; he was also fighting rumors that he had gotten Davy Hale's daughter Rosalie pregnant; and then there was my other brother Jasper, who took off for Manhattan last week to work the docks. As for me, I kept my head down just like many girls around these parts. There were girls around here with bad reputations, some so bad that they tarnished their family name and legacy forever.
When our father wasn't around, my brother Edward was in charge. Our family, like many around here, was one of faith and tradition; my brothers would marry daughters of our father's friends and have many Italian children. I wasn't sure what our parents had planned for my future, not that my option would have mattered much if I voiced it; my dreams of college and becoming a teacher weren't going to put food on the table or help with the bills in their minds. We were raised not to dream but to help the family survive, and that's all I did day after day. I looked seventeen, but I didn't feel it anymore. I felt tired from school and working in my father's auto shop in between studying and helping around the house.I stepped out of our apartment building, being sure to tuck my scarf around my neck and into my coat so I wouldn't get a chill. The last thing I needed was to get sick and land up working with a fever or worse. My brother Emmett came out after me, also buttoning his heavy coat before wrapping his arm over my shoulder and walking me down the poorly lit street as we made our way towards our father's auto shop.
The streets were a mess as always, but there was no news there; already the garbage vans were making their way through the street, the newspaper delivery trucks were dropping off the papers outside the necessary stores, and there were a few homeless men warming themselves by a makeshift fire just outside the old shoe store where they slept. The streets were fairly quiet this morning, even so I was escorted to work like a precious jewel when I felt anything, especially given I hadn't showered yet or brushed my hair.
"You didn't need to walk me, you know," I told Emmett.
"You got a problem with it; take it up with Edward."
The auto shop, unlike every other within twenty miles, was open twenty-four hours a day. Turns out people living directly beside the train tracks don't mind the sound of an all-night auto shop running too.
"So when is Jasper coming home?" I asked
Emmett smirked, "Edward will probably have him back in a few days; he just needed some time away."
I shook my head. "Jasper wanted to leave, and we both know it."
"You can't say stuff like that."
"He got himself an apartment; he signed a lease; what part of that screams, 'I'm going to come home?" I asked.
Emmett looked towards the ground and kicked a can. "He's needed here. Besides, it's dad's call, not mine."
"Yeah right, this screams Edward's orders all over it."
The distance between Edward and I was never acknowledged by our family; he was the eldest son and I was the only daughter. I was the disappointment—the only girl and the last child—before our mom began having difficulties getting pregnant again. Edward had never stated that he didn't like me, but there had been something in the back of my mind that he hadn't said otherwise either, coupled with the fact that he didn't allow me to work for anyone but our family. I'd tried getting jobs over the summer; even sweeping hair at the hairdressers where Rosalie Hale worked was a possibility, but he had shot it down so fast I thought I'd imagined the whole thing.
When we arrived at the auto shop, the place was already hustling. My father paid his men under the table and gave them jobs, many of whom were illegal immigrants and thus unhireable anywhere else. Nothing was up to code or by any kind of regulation; my father only hired men who could work nights and, in some cases, couldn't speak much of the English language, which worked out great given that very little planning went on when it came to breaking the law and working on the cars we handled. On top of doing repair jobs, my brothers would go into the city and steal cars, fix them up in the workshop, and sell them off.
Edward brought in only the best; he could spot a beauty even without climbing underneath the bonnet; he could hotwire the most impossible of cars. He was fast, faster than anyone else, which made chasing him almost impossible for the cops, but it didn't stop them from trying. They'd park outside the shop from time to time and let us know they were watching, but nothing and no one intimidated Edward enough to stop what he was doing. I stayed away from the goings on, and I didn't ask about anything that went on; if no one spoke of it, then it hadn't happened, and that was how our family worked.
Inside the shop, there were already four cars up in the air and men underneath them; there were two Mercedes, an Audi, and an Olds. These men who believed they were working for my family were really working for Edward; he gave the orders, he determined who worked and when they worked, and each of them respected him. Edward had dropped out of school, but it didn't matter, for he was very intelligent; he spoke Spanish and German; he did the accounting and cooked all the books; there wasn't an area Edward didn't manage and work. He could have been so much more than his circumstance, and yet I doubted Edward would have it any other way. He'd done everything for our family; he'd even gone to prison to keep Emmett from serving time.
As we entered the shop, the familiar scent of oil, brake fluid, cigarettes, and sweat hit me all at once, causing me to wish I could turn around and just go back home and sleep. The walls had been covered in thick panels to keep out the cold and help soundproof the building; there were no windows, nothing but the entry door and the high roll-up shutter on the right side of the building. The mechanics typically wore dark blue overalls; I, however, was allowed to wear something suitable given that I did all the paperwork, phone calls, taking inventory, and cleaning up the office space at the rear of the shop. Our office had a separate entrance for the business and personal, so no customers could ever see what really went on behind closed doors.
Emmett's arm dropped from around me, and he immediately began to argue with one of the men over a paintjob while I scanned around for our father or Edward. I finally saw Edward right in the back with a few of the men; he was shirtless, his muscles defined and inked. He never had tattoos until he went into prison; my father was proud of them but not our mother, though she kept her mouth shut to keep the peace as she often did when it came to her favorite glanced over his shoulder in my direction, and I immediately dipped my head down, knowing better than to hold eye contact for too long. I wasn't scared of him; he was my brother after all, but instinct told me to just keep my distance. I sat behind the counter of the reception and began flipping through the appointment book. Edward's gaze felt like it was burning into the back of my skull; the sooner I could just be ignored again, the better.
I slid off my cotton beanie hat as I opened the door to the office and let myself inside, masking the sound of the shop floor. The office consisted of stolen and refurbished furniture and items; there was nothing about our home or business that wasn't bought used and refurbished. There was never a dull moment when it came to the shop; there was always something to do, and I was always kept busy. Although I often always remained within the office, it seemed every time I dared to venture beyond the doors it seemed Edward appeared out of nowhere, not saying a word but just making his presence known that would immediately halt any plans.
I slipped off my jacket before sitting down at the small table used for sorting invoices and client payments. Today would be busy, I thought; yesterday had been the same. I switched on the fan in the corner of the room along with the one by my desk. It was winter outside, but it was always scotching hot in the office. Inventory had to be done; I'd go over the paper work and mark what was left before calling the order, which meant spending hours on the phone, which would probably make me late for school again. Whenever I wasn't working, I would be studying at my desk and hoping I wouldn't be interrupted.
When I opened the closet to retrieve the cash tray from the safe, I found it was locked. No one knew the combination except my father and Edward, which meant my father had forgotten to leave it unlocked for the morning shift. I sighed, knowing I'd have to ask Edward to open it. I walked over to the window and peeked through the blinds only to find him in the same place as before, right across the shop floor and the furthest spot from the office. I clutched the clipboard I was holding against my chest as I made my way out of the office, taking my time as I stepped down the steps leading to the shop floor, hoping to get across to him with zero drama.
I was beyond accident-prone; as a child, I used to hurt myself on a daily basis, from running and tripping over my own two feet to falling down the steps at our building. My right elbow still hurt from my first attempt at rollerblading, and my left knee was permanently scarred due to a bad wipeout on my bike. I just kept my whits about me as I walked across the shop floor to where Edward now stood alone and shirtless beneath the brand new Merecedes Benz 6.9 he had been working on earlier. Edward's chest and abs were glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The dark ink over his chest and down his right biceps was almost a distraction, though for whom I had no idea. He turned his back just as I edged closer, so waving for his attention wasn't going to work.
I stopped a few feet short from him and called out his name, but with the sounds of the tools and blasting radio, it would have been hard for him to hear, which was fine by me.
"Edward," I called out again, raising my voice a little louder without yelling.
With no other choice, I stepped forward and beneath the car for the first time ever. It was darker than I had expected given how easily I'd seen how sweaty he was earlier; not that you could even tell he was sweating by how good he smelled; his musk mixed with his deodorant; it was a strange combination, but it worked. Beneath the car was only a small warm yellow light hanging from above, where he stood in the far left corner; his attention was focused elsewhere; he hadn't even sensed me behind him as he drilled.
I tried again, "Edward."
Nothing. I tried not to make too much contact with his bare flesh and reached out and touched his arm. He didn't jerk or stop what he was doing, but he turned his head just slightly to the right where I stood and still said nothing.
"Um, so..I'm sorry to intrude, but uh, I'm locked out of the safe and can't carry on," I said shyly.
He just stared back at me and continued on with what he was doing, drilling.
"Can I have the code? I promise to stay out of the way."
Edward stopped; he pulled the plug from his ear and stared at me, still expressionless. Edward then turned his back towards me once more, and I caught a glimpse of the small scar that ran along his right shoulder. He activated the drill once more, and I burrowed my hands into my cardigan and began backing off, but to roll back on my heels and stand my ground.
"Edward?"
He continued drilling.
"If I don't get the payments sorted, I'll miss my morning classes."
Edward turned his head slightly, and his piercing eyes shot me a cold look. I hadn't seen him look at me like that since I was sixteen, when I had been struggling desperately with keeping up with work and maintaining my grades to the point where I was considering dropping out. That night with everyone else out of the apartment for a party, Edward had dragged me out of bed and took me down the street to watch from a distance at the prostitutes working the corner. He'd given me an insight into what my future would be if I failed to pick up my grades and not meet his demands. It had been the push I had needed, and within weeks of that talk, I had my grades back and was working hard once again.
There had always been something different between myself and the rest of my siblings, and it wasn't simply the fact that we didn't look anything alike either. Edward and I had never discussed that night ever again, but every time I missed a class, one look from him was enough to force me to realize what kind of path I would be headed towards.
I pressed the clipboard harder against my chest as Edward stepped towards me. Then, he reached both his hands up above his head to grip or fix something; either way, he put me eye level with his bronze chest, and I watched the little beads of sweat running down his flesh and onto his toned stomach, where they continued down further than I cared to look. His abs, however, had every girl's intention; he'd worked out all his life, and now his abs had a definition like something you'd see in a magazine; the eight pack was distracting.
It was awkward being so close to Edward, given it felt like the air was sucked from the shop when his nearness started to affect me.
"Are you just going to stand there?" He questioned not moving his hands from whatever he was working on.
"I need the code," I insisted.
"Do you think I'll hand it over because you said please?"
"No, of course not. I just meant, "
Edward continued fixing the car, and again, it was as if I wasn't even there; he was completely unfazed by my presence. Was I even a fixture in his life? It seemed in these rare moments he and I were alone together that I could truly see the chasm between us. Part of me had to believe that he did care for me as we were family, but the last few weeks, probably around the time I turned eighteen, made Edward seem so very disconnected from me.
"Wait for me in the office." He stated.
"Can't you just give me the code now? I really want to sort these things out so I can start working on the other bills before school."
Edward stopped what he was doing and looked down at me. He never looked so tall as he did now, with his arms stretched above his head and his eyes glowing from the small light over his head. It was hard not to feel intimidated and so very self-conscious. Edward cocked his head as he stepped closer towards me. I stepped back but hit the toolbox behind me. I tried swallowing away the lump forming in the back of my throat and tried not to shy from him, even though his presence alone was filling me with something I couldn't name. I dropped the clipboard, and it hit the floor with a soft clang.
Edward pressed his lips together; his breathing seemed to grow heavier as he drew in another breath, and the rise and fall of his chest became all the more prominent, and again, that was me unable to keep from noticing it and his eyes growing darker with whatever it was he was watching.
"Do as you're told." He instructed.
I opened my mouth to speak only for him to lick his bottom lip, causing my words to fail and my mouth to shut once again before I bent down to retrieve the clipboard from the floor and excused myself quickly. My feet moved at twice their normal pace as I stepped across the shop floor and through the door to the office, feeling his eyes burning into my back as I did. The shiver that followed did little to soothe me. I shut the door behind me and pressed my back against it for a moment before I felt it being opened, and Jessica stepped inside.
"Why are you leaning on the door?"
Jessica had worked at my father's auto shop for nearly two years now, paid under the table like me, in a way that allowed my father to decide our wages. Despite the freezing temperatures outside, Jessica arrived in a white blouse that hugged her form gracefully, accentuating her curves in just the right places. The fabric was soft and smooth, clinging to her shoulders and waist, with the first two buttons undone, revealing a tasteful hint of skin. Her short skirt, made of a thick, woolen material, ended half way up her thighs, showcasing her slender legs. She always looked her best, whether at school or work. Jessica's ability to walk confidently in heels was something I admired; she carried herself with an air of grace and assurance that I could never quite master. Her shoes were a pair of elegant, black stilettos, the kind that clicked rhythmically against the tiled floor with each step she took, exuding a sense of poise and sophistication.
Jessica's makeup was never overdone; it was almost perfect, accentuating her natural beauty. Her foundation was smooth and even, giving her a flawless complexion. A hint of blush added a healthy glow to her cheeks, while her eyes were highlighted with just enough eyeliner and mascara to make them stand out without appearing too dramatic. Her lips were painted with a soft, pink shade that complemented her overall look, enhancing her features rather than overshadowing them. The same meticulous attention to detail was evident in her hair, which was always immaculately styled. Whether she wore it in loose waves or a sleek, straight look, it always looked shiny and smelled divine, like a blend of fresh flowers and a hint of vanilla. It was clear that Jessica took pride.
"No reason."
Jessica flung her coat onto the desk with casual grace, the fabric landing in a soft heap against the polished wood. She sank into the swiveling chair, its leather creaking slightly as she settled in. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, bringing her computer to life with a soft hum and the glow of the screen. I watched as she crossed the small office to the windows and opened the blinds, revealing a view of the entire shop floor.
"Is Edward working this morning?" She asked all too quickly.
"Yeah," I replied, suddenly recalling the stack of paperwork I needed him to sign.
"How's his mood today?" She asked, lowering the blinds to soften the light streaming through the windows.
I glanced up from my desk towards hers and replied, "He's fine, same as always."
Jessica initiated the coffee machine with ease, nonchalantly chewing gum and blowing bubbles as she often did. I found myself observing her, anticipating that she might say something more, but she simply stood there in silence, sipping her coffee. It was clear that our work ethics were worlds apart; she seemed to prioritize the appearance of being busy, while I focused on staying out of the boss's crosshairs.
Edward strode into the office mere seconds after Jessica, who greeted him with her signature radiant smile. Despite her warm welcome, he barely acknowledged her, intensifying my long-held suspicion that they were much more than just colleagues. For weeks, I had wondered if they were secretly sleeping together. I minded my own business, retrieving a hair tie from my top drawer and tying my hair up into a bun. He approached her from behind, and I couldn't tear my eyes away as he placed his hand on her hip, his fingers lingering before sliding lower. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear, causing her to shiver. Jessica responded by wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, her black matte nail polish catching the light—a shade I'd once tried until my mother forbade me from wearing dark colors. Edward's lips brushed against her cheek, just beneath the corner of her jaw, causing her to tilt her head and close her eyes in a moment of bliss. As her hands left his body, the air between them crackled with an intensity that was impossible to ignore.
Edward turned to me, his eyes narrowing as he caught me watching them. His jaw clenched tightly, a subtle but unmistakable sign of his irritation. Jessica, sensing the tension, awkwardly cleared her throat and redirected her attention to her desk, gripping her coffee cup a bit too tightly. With deliberate and measured steps, Edward headed to the closet, unlocking the safe with a practiced hand. The air seemed to thicken with each passing second. He returned to my desk, his expression brooding, and handed me what I needed. I presented him with the clipboard, trying to ignore the palpable intensity radiating from him.
"I need you to sign off on a few of the repairs," I informed him, my voice trembling slightly as I handed him the pen. The weight of his intense gaze felt like a storm brewing over calm waters. I needed at least seven of his signatures today, and I was still missing eight from yesterday.
"What about the Audi from last week?" he asked, his dark eyes never leaving the page as he signed with a quick, decisive motion.
"It's sorted," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. The air between us was thick with unspoken tension; each moment stretched taut like a tightly wound spring.
He finished signing and looked down at me. I turned away to face my screen, hoping to escape the magnetic pull of his presence. Edward's hand came over mine on the mouse then, and I immediately glanced toward Jessica, who was engrossed in her work for once, oblivious to the charged atmosphere around us. I turned my head to look at Edward, but his eyes were fixed upon the screen, analyzing every detail with laser focus.
"The carburetor has come up more expensive than what was originally quoted," he pointed out, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
"I know, that's why I changed the quote to reflect a more accurate repair cost."
"Next time you think about making a decision like that, be smart and run it by me first," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.
"I was only doing my job. The customer signed the revised quotation as they didn't have the original copy."
"Send it my way, and I'll let you know when it's best to let that decision go. Do you understand?" His cheek grazed against mine, leaving me feeling frozen in place beneath his touch. "And what about the tires I ordered?" he asked, his breath hot against my skin.
I blink slowly, trying to steady myself. "Delivered. They're out front."
Edward's arms came over my shoulders then, and I watched his tattooed fingers dance across the keyboard as he typed something onto my screen. His scent enveloped me, intoxicating and overwhelming.
"I emailed you the new costs for the Porsche. Is there anything on the invoice for the other work I did yesterday?" He questioned, his proximity making it hard to think straight.
My throat felt thick, and it was hard not to fall apart beneath his embrace. "Isabella?" His voice cut through my haze.
I turned my attention back to the screen, forcing myself to focus. "Uh, I, um, no. No, I'll go get them now."
My hands were shaking, and I felt Edward's forehead rest against the side of my face, his nose close to my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying my cheeks weren't flaming. He shifted his focus back to the screen, bringing up a blank document before he began to type something again, this time in all capital letters.
IF YOU EVER PULL A STUNT LIKE THAT AGAIN, I WILL BEND YOU OVER THIS LITTLE DESK OF YOURS AND SPANK YOUR ASS SO HARD YOU'LL THINK OF ME EVERY TIME YOU SIT DOWN.
Edward brought his hands from the keyboard, placing one of them on my shoulder as I caught another whiff of his scent, and it made me go numb. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to whimper under his touch, so firm yet gentle. My body tingled, and I could feel my skin burning where his palm rested, setting my blood on fire. As his other hand gripped the edge of my desk, trapping me within his hold.
Beads of sweat formed at my temples, and my pulse quickened. My mouth was dry, and I gulped audibly before replying hoarsely, "Ok."
"Have I made myself clear?" he whispered into my hair, sending goosebumps skittering across my arms. I didn't trust myself to speak, so I gave a shaky nod.
"Yes." I finally croaked, hating how vulnerable I sounded.
"What was that?" he asked, tightening his grip and sending another shudder through me.
"C...Clear." I choked out, wondering why he was punishing me with these games.
He'd never acted this way before; Edward barely even spoke to me most of the time, and now, out of nowhere, he was pressing his chest against my back. He smelt good; even though I shouldn't think of such things, I couldn't fight it; he smelt incredible, and somehow it made me dizzy as if I'd been spinning in circles on the playground.
"I don't repeat myself for anyone." Edward whispered into my ear before finally sparing me.
I couldn't tear my gaze away as he glided past my desk, heading straight for Jessica's. He leaned in close, his breath caressing her ear as he whispered something that made her eyes sparkle with intrigue. His lips brushed her cheek, and she tilted her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck to his tender kisses. I continued to watch as I took my hair down from it's tight bun before it gave me a headache. Edward's hand reached out to envelop hers, her slender fingers disappearing in the warmth of his strong grasp. They seemed utterly shameless, as Edward led Jessica into the nearby staff restroom, just a few feet from her desk. She didn't appear nervous in the slightest; her eyes remained locked on his, her lower lip caught between her teeth, a sign of eager anticipation for what was about to unfold.
The door closed shut behind them, and I waited for the snip of the lock to sound, but there was nothing. It made me want to creep closer and push the door open. How easy it would be, and yet, why were my legs shaking? I knew what happened behind closed doors between Edward and Jessica, and although it made little sense, every part of my body quivered at the thought, as if someone were sending a ripple from the depths of my belly and spreading it upward throughout my body until I was forced to clasp the desk and wait for it to settle down.
Why did my body react at the idea of seeing my brother having sex with one of my friends? As many times as my mind questioned itself, it never had a clear answer. Edward was the most intense person I knew, even more so than our father. The idea of what he was like as a lover was never something that crossed my mind. Yet the idea of creeping over and peeking through the small gap that may be there sent a thrill down my body and between my legs. I hadn't had a boyfriend or any relationship, and Edward knew it. The boys I did like always kept their distance, almost as if I were off limits because of what my brothers might do to them.
For some reason I couldn't move away from the desk; it was the safest place in the world, as the last thing I wanted to hear were moans coming from Jessica and Edward. I refused to think of him and her behind the closed door, which was harder than I expected. Just one small peek inside—that was all I'd need to satisfy my sick curiosity and shut it off just as quickly as it started. If Edward would find out I saw then, all bets would be off. He'd make my life impossible, more so than it already was. I'd have to be very careful, light on my feet, take a glance, and back away immediately; without a trace, I'd be gone like a ghost. My only mistake would be a moment of weakness, but my reward for resisting would be sweet.
Inching across the room towards the door slowly, my fingers trailed against the smooth surface of my desk. My heart was racing faster than it ever had in my life, my body full of excitement. I inched closer step after step, so carefully, almost there, nearly able to reach the doorknob. All I needed was just a small glance, a second or two at the most. As I began to lift the palm of my right hand to touch the handle, the sound of soft sighs began to emanate from behind the closed door. Jessica's moans became louder, the sounds of kissing, their breaths escaping, and suddenly I could make out their forms against the door as they pressed against each other in a torrid embrace, just behind the wooden frame. I drew in a sharp gasp, freezing on the spot as my face burned with embarrassment.
Jessica was sitting on the sink counter, with her skirt pulled up around her hips and her black lace pants dangling from one ankle. Edward was kneeling between her spread thighs, his mouth firmly pressed against the junction between her thighs. His hands were hooked around her calves, drawing her legs further apart; the sound of her pleasure was muffled by the fingers she was biting to control her volume, her head thrown back, her free hand lost in her own hair, tugging lightly. All the air escaped me, and I couldn't even force a single word out. I was stuck standing, watching as a whole wave of emotions flashed before my eyes.
"You're so wet..." I heard him murmur, the sound of his voice low, throaty, and sensual, almost raw with need.
"Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" Jessica gasped out, her tone equally heated with a sense of urgency and desire. I saw her writhe, heard the thud of her shoe against the countertop, her hands tangling in his hair. "Yeah right there, oh god, that feels good."
"Don't come yet," he groaned, and my eyebrows shot up my head. My mind was going crazy as the strange feeling rushed through me and went right between my legs.
I shouldn't be doing this; watching my brother give his girlfriend an oral; it wasn't fair on either of them, and what it was doing to my body scared me. My hands began to sweat; a strange wave of desire overcame me, and my feet stepped back of their own accord. This isn't the real me. I thought, quickly slipping my gaze away as they continued. But his moans, the way he sounded as he tasted her, licked her, and captivated every inch of her, was what brought my attention back to them without missing a beat.
My hand slipped to touch my own lips as I wondered if his kisses felt as good as they sounded. He looked so content as he swirled his tongue around her folds and kissed her like his life depended on it.
"I want it so bad; you know what I need." Jessica gasped, her legs jerking and her body contorting as the climax took over her body. His mouth smothered her wet, bare flesh in hungry kisses, and his tongue lapped eagerly and unrelentingly at her dripping core.
"Don't come." Edward commanded. I stared, transfixed by the sight of his mouth at the most intimate part of her body. Her sex was flushed and wet with arousal. I swallowed back the lump rising in my throat, unsure whether or not I found the sight gross or hot.
Her chest heaved as his fingers glided; his thumb traced delicate, lazy circles around her bundle of nerves. My face was flushed and warm; the burning desire lingered on. My lungs felt compressed, short on air, his pace quickening, and her mouth fell agape. I just kept telling myself I'd only watch for a minute and then another minute after that. Edward rose to his feet, watching a panting Jessica, who leaned in to kiss him only for him to grip the back of her hair and stop her from claiming his mouth. "You taste so good," he teased.
"Please," she said and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips.
"Not until I get what I want," Edward told her, brushing his thumb across her swollen lower lip. "Be a good girl and suck."
Jessica smiled, uncrossing her legs from around him, keeping her eyes fixed on him as she sank lower to the floor. When her knees met the cold tiles, she kneeled before him and flicked her tongue, showing him her eagerness. When she reached for his belt, I felt lightheaded. If I were caught right now, no doubt Edward would end me on the spot.
"Have I been bad?" She asked with a mischievous glint in her eye that had my toes curling in my shoes.
"I'll punish you for all the times you teased me with those tiny skirts and that cute ass," Edward taunted, stroking her hair with gentle affection. The juxtaposition was incredible. One minute he's kissing her as if his life depended on her, and the next, commanding her to submit to his whims like a stranger in the night.
Jessica bit her lip and began to peel down his trousers, revealing his tanned back, lower back tattoos, and crisp white boxers that outlined his ass nicely. Even from this angle, he looked fantastic, in my opinion. With his back to me, I couldn't see his member, but the sight of Jessica licking his tight stomach as he stepped out of the fabric had me aching to see all of him. He slid down the waistband of his boxers, and I watched Jessica's expression as she looked down his impressive manhood. I saw her eyes widen with apprehension and her lips part just slightly as she reached out with both hands to begin working him.
My jaw dropped at the sight of it. I didn't need to see his member; knowing Jessica required two of her hands to encompass the whole length was shocking enough. I watched Edward's face in the bathroom mirror in front of him as Jessica opened her mouth; her tongue snaked forward, flicking against his swollen head before she closed her lips over the thick tip. He hissed and grunted his hips, grinding against her face as his fingers laced through her long, brown curls, pulling her even further into him until she was almost completely enveloped in his presence.
My head was swirling from everything happening right in front of my eyes. Their naked bodies in front of me, how every inch of Edward's form rippled and flexed as he controlled Jessica's pace and fucked her face.
"You like that baby?" Edward groaned, "You love being on your knees for me, don't you? Tell me you love the taste of my cock, slut."
She hummed an affirmative around him, and the sound drew a husky laugh from the depths of his chest. It had such a velvety, smoky texture to it that sent a tingle through the air as though sparks of heat had flown. A little moan left my mouth, and I pressed a hand over my lips to smother it. A thousand thoughts were screaming at me, all in competition.
"You're hard for me; it's getting me wet." Jessica whispered.
His eyes gleamed dangerously as his hips quickened in pace; the way his hands tugged roughly at her scalp should have hurt, but her moans didn't show any pain. I looked back to Edward's face and found his eyes were closed; despite Jessica looking up at him, he remained with his gaze averted from hers and focused on whatever else was going on in his head. But what else could he be thinking about while she was doing that?
It was as though every cell in my body was vibrating at a fever pitch; my blood was on fire, scorching hotter than ever before. It felt wrong to be turned on like this; how could I explain the way the sight of my brother naked, thrusting wildly into our friend's mouth, had my inner muscles quivering like leaves on a windy fall day? It didn't matter whether his eyes were open or shut; his raw hunger was a palpable force in the air, like static, but instead of frying technology, it burned me, scorching my senses, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. My pants were growing damp from the effect he was having on me, and the harder I tried to control myself, the worse I felt—the guiltier, the hotter, the needier I felt.
Jessica's hands were gripping Edward's butt cheeks as if they were the only thing keeping her balanced, her body pressed tightly against him, her breasts crushed flat by the intense, frantic pumping of his hips as he chocked her with his member, ramming her throat. She began making gagging sounds, and this made him smirk, as if he were pleased by her reaction, and forced her face closer.
"Does it feel good?" Edward grunted.
She could barely answer with a shaky'mmmm' as he began fucking her face again. All this was going to drive me insane with heat.
When he brought his member out of her mouth, Edward opened one of the undersink drawers and took out a small plastic package. He ripped it with his teeth, then used both of his hands to unroll the condom on his very well-hung manhood. I caught sight of it briefly, but it was enough for a clenching fit to start between my legs. He lifted Jessica onto the counter, tilting her backwards slightly, then guiding her legs around his waist. He shifted her bottom closer to the edge as he stood tall, sheathing himself inside her to the very hilt in a single thrust.
"Slower." She coaxed in his ear, and my eyes widened as I watched her place her hand on the wall beside her as she wrapped herself around Edward tighter and began to kiss the side of his neck as she did so.
In the reflection, I saw Edward roll his eyes, almost annoyed by her request, and began to pick up his pace.
"Shh," she murmured and began sucking and biting at his neck, trying to control his pace, but he refused, picking up the intensity, causing her to gasp and throw her head back to meet his wild, unrestrained pace.
"You're stretching me out; spit on it or I'll tare." Jessica mumbled as she began to bite down on her lower lip harder, almost reaching the skin, her nails digging in hard enough to draw blood.
"Please," she begged and began pushing at his chest, meeting his gaze.
Edward smirked and paused his thrusts, spitting between them and reaching his hand down and working his salvia over his coated member.
"Why are you wearing a condom? Can't we just..."
"No. Put your legs over my shoulders." He snapped and gave no chance for a debate. She reluctantly did as she was told, and I watched the most vulgar part of their routine take place. It was hot. Seeing Edward stand and place his hand under the back of her neck, using it as leverage as her legs bent at ninety degrees in a 'v' shape above her head. His head tilted upwards as his thrusts began to build a tempo of quick short breaths, leaving him as her cries grew more intense with each hit, his balls slapping loudly against her backside.
I had a front-view view, watching them in their throes of pleasure as Jessica's mouth dropped open, her hands holding Edward's forearms for leverage as her voice began to break. She was struggling to keep up with him.
"I'm so wet; how can you get me this socked? It's emb-"
Edward captured her lips for a kiss, sucking on her tongue as his hips sped faster and faster. Jessica pulled away from his kiss, and her body trembled underneath him, her orgasm close to a tipping point. But despite what she was feeling, I could see in Edward's reflection that something was clearly amiss, as the frown etched in his forehead didn't match with his lustful pace.
"F-faster" Jessica whimpered, and my stomach began to feel heavy at the thought of his next actions; something wasn't right.
His jaw clenched, his muscles seemed to strain, and as his head jerked sharply away from Jessica's, his pace stuttering, his skin began to ripple with goosebumps. Edward sucked air in through his clenched teeth, exhaling heavily, and I was riveted to the sight before me. Even though they were not going at each other in the best ways, I couldn't seem to look away or turn away.
Jessica's nails dug into his flesh, marking him as she whimpered through the throes of her orgasm.
"Don't come until I tell you." Edward said, and in a somewhat flash, Jessica flipped around, and on her stomach across the sink countertop, he angled her hips at a perfect 45-degree angle and thrust harshly back into her awaiting entrance.
Jessica gasped, her mouth open. It was as if she was trying to speak or respond but couldn't find the words; all that seemed to come from her mouth was whimpers.
Edward's thrusts continued their pounding. Every time she raised her head to look back at her reflection in the mirror, he stopped her with his left palm pressing at her neck, holding her head down. The louder she moaned, the harder Edward pumped, as if he were pounding the soft noise straight back into her mouth with every thrust of his hips. I wondered how it could possibly be pleasurable; each slap of their naked flesh meeting was brutal. Edward's right hand moved up to grip Jessica's hair tightly. His left arm curled around the front of Jessica's upper body and slipped between her parted legs, and she lifted her upper half from the counter, raising her head and chest up higher.
As his fingers grazed her clitoral area, Jessica let out a sharp, breathless cry that came out sounding strangled and breathy as his fingers became wet. It took a moment to realize that Edward was fingering her as he pumped inside, giving her two sensations at once. He was stretching her apart in the most lewd way.
"Bad girl, that's what you are."
"Ah.."
Edward slowled his thrusts and gazed down at her ass cheeks before grabbing a handful of her flesh and squeezing.
"Oh yes." Jessica whispered, leaning against him, and exhaled slowly as he kept up his steady pace.
My brother turned the tables again, spanking her on her right cheek and thrusting deeply before his hand quickly rubbed the pain away, his other hand moving in from above to grasp the back of Jessica's neck again. Jessica cried out at this change of pace, and his quick strokes only built higher until they became harsher and faster; his entire body surged into her, and his head reared back, the tendons in his neck standing out sharply in relief.
"You're so wet." Edward told her before spanking the other cheek, again his hand soothing the sting.
"Give me what I deserve." Jessica urged.
"Take it, take it," Edward ground out.
A feeling washed through me, and suddenly my heart was thudding, and every muscle and nerve was screaming for him to do something. Do what? My mind questioned. I had no answer for that. I watched, paralyzed, unable to turn or leave as Jessica screamed out and another orgasm overcame her. With her high Edward seemed to grow more aroused, his thrusts picked up again as he bit down roughly on the space where her shoulder and neck met. Jessica's body fell back on the counter with the force, her skin bouncing with the movement. I cringed when her cheekbones smacked down on the solid granite, and when Edward didn't relent, even after a few seconds, a sick feeling began to knot my stomach.
He was still fucking her ruthlessly, and his hips were so powerful, the movements were borderline frightening. The way he was positioned, the way her arms spread apart to help her hold on to anything possible, had my fingers flexing for her.
Jessica began to reach out to his face and cupped his face in her hands and pulled him in to her for a kiss. I let out a ragged sigh; every inch of me burned. Was it always this intense between them?
"Give me every drop," she said.
"I'm not fucking you without a condom." He scoffed.
"Don't you want to cream me so badly? You know you do; you know you'd love it. How come you do this with every slut in Queens?" She hissed and stared at him, the pain obvious in her eyes.
I couldn't understand; wasn't she his girlfriend, and if so, why was he being such a pig? There were rumors Edward was seeing a few girls, but I thought he and Jessica were a bit more official.
He met her glare, challenging her with an arched eyebrow.
"You know you want to cream my pussy," her voice was mocking.
Edward grabbed a handful of Jessica's hair, yanking her head back until her neck arched uncomfortably. As he pulled his face forward, so did he push his dickey deeper into her with one powerful stroke.
"What's it going to take for you to finally cream a girl?" Jessica asked before she began kissing his neck, drawing him in again, teasing him with her body.
I felt a distinct aching emptiness deep inside myself. I imagined what that would be like—the feel of a throbbing penis gliding across my tender flesh, deep in my secret place.
Edward brought his hand between her legs once more, rubbing his fingers across her clitoral area.
"Ah, that feels so good," she moaned and circled her ass. I watched in awe. Jessica's expression contorted in a strange combination of pain and intense pleasure. She let go of the counter, raising her hands into her hair and pushing the locks back with her forearms.
Edward's eyes tightened in a grimace as he continued to plough through her. A few grunts sounded from his chest with every breath, growing more husky and raspier. With a strangled grunt, he arched his back, lifting her off of the counter at the base. He caressed both her small breasts in his hands and kissed her neck as he came.
Her screams filled the bathroom, bouncing off the walls. Then suddenly silence filled the room. Both of them remained where they were, as though both were afraid to move a muscle. I stepped back out of sight before I was caught and slowly returned to my desk, only to decide I couldn't be there when they exited the bathroom together. I picked up a few pieces of paper and added them to my clipboard before stepping out onto the shop floor, where I immediately headed over to the car entry lane to get some air.
What the hell was that? Did they do this sort of thing on the regular? I wasn't sure what to think; all I knew was that the cold air felt amazing as my burning skin cooled down. I stood alone for a few minutes, looking out onto the street and up at the train as it sped above the neighborhood. I spun around to head back to the office, only to find myself pressed against a firm, solid chest. Edward's strong hands caught me before I could even think about losing my balance.
His handsome face greeted mine. My stomach was in knots. My blood rushed around my body, hot, rushing, in a way I wasn't familiar with.
"Edward..." I whispered and gazed up at him.
The breeze rustled his already messy hair. My mind was still stuck on the bathroom events and had barely enough time to recover from them, let alone begin thinking about anything else. It was just enough time to focus on the sharp angles in his face. My gaze went to his chest and then his broad shoulders. There wasn't an ounce of extra flesh on him; I felt a twinge between my thighs; his body was the thing of Greek gods.
"Bella," Edward said, his hands lingering at my waist, not yet ready to release me.
His touch made the world spin in a different way, the most welcome of ways. I drew away slightly to put some distance between us. The faint hint of minty chocolate cologne coming from him made my stomach flip. Edward caught my wrists gently, stroking them, before bringing them to rest behind him.
"I just needed some air." I explained trying to keep my voice neutral, even though the memories of what I saw a few minutes ago were still fresh.
"You're flushed." He noted.
I swallowed as I recalled his sweating naked body thrusting into Jessica, and when it began playing in my mind, I wanted to gasp. My muscles flexed, and I ached to have someone touch me like that, but it was the last thought I should have had at the moment, and it would probably forever remain a fantasy because it was wrong.
"Am I? I didn't really notice."
"I'm going to drive you to school."
Drive me to school?
"Since when do you offer to drive me to school?"
"It's not an offer; it's an order."
"I can walk."
"You're not walking; the weather is shit. Besides, why are you so eager to stay away from me now when it's just us?" Edward snapped.
His fingers were long, perfectly formed, and graceful as they trailed up and down my left inner forearm.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Yes, you do."
Behind us, one of the men called out for Edward's attention, and he finally took his leave and headed in their direction. I didn't know what he was thinking this morning, but one thing was for certain.
I wasn't going anywhere with him.I was out of here.
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