Darlin' Dear

by Chocomemo

8 years have passed and lots have changed since Edward and Leah were together. Edward returns back to their hometown & it might be difficult for our favorite girl to resist temptation. Disclaimer: AH fic/LeahxEdward fic/Mature & Explicit. ReadxReview

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

LPOV

I had taken a raspberry Drop edible on the way to my mother's house, alone, the packaging had said rosy, meaning that's how I'm meant to feel when the effects kick in. I had a moment to think back to a couple weeks ago, about the trip we had taken to her doctor. It was a day after the unsettling events that took place that night when Ol' Berta got a flat. The doctor's visit had brought forth a revelation that added another layer of concern.

The memory of the doctor's office lingered in my mind, the sterile scent and the stark white walls creating a mental tableau. The diagnosis delivered with clinical precision—Mother had experienced a transient ischemic attack, a mini-stroke. The doctor prescribed a regimen of aspirin and clopidogrel, emphasizing lifestyle changes that mirrored my constant reminders to her: no smoking, no drinking, and more time outdoors. The atmosphere in the room had shifted after that, her acrimonious demeanor slightly subdued. She agreed sourly to follow the doctor's recommendations, and a hushed quiet settled over our interactions, carrying the weight of the revelation with her stroke.

The doctor's words echoed in my ears ever since, and an unsettling feeling lingered in the aftermath of those events. I kept the fear and confusion from that night to myself, while speaking with the doctor I was omitting the details of how terrified I was and the mystery of how she ended up so far from the car in the first place. The unspoken uncertainties hung heavily in the air, creating a cloud of anxiety that clung to my thoughts.

Before I knew it, I found myself pulling up in front of the pale yellow old house. Nostalgia washed over me as I gazed at the familiar structure. It was the home of my younger years, a place that held a mix of memories. The recollections were bittersweet, mostly sweet when my dad was around. I couldn't help but reflect on the times Seth and I would escape from the confines of the house, whether it was for school or to engage in playful activities like manhunt with our cousins who lived nearby. The close-knit neighborhood had its charm.

Now, the house evoked a sense of fear in me...sometimes. But at least the extra help meant more people would be around more often. Plus, I think it's come at an advantage for my mom. The yard is getting done, no neighbors are getting soaked with the garden hose, and we've also been clearing out some stuff, just making sure she is okay in general. Her behavior was just odd sometimes.

I rushed inside, grabbing the mail on my way in, only to be greeted by my cousin's smiling face. Jacob's grin illuminated his entire face. I couldn't help but smile back, feeling a bit less anxious in his presence. Tall and hugely muscular. He had such a calming aura, like a big brother, although I was the older one.

We exchanged good 'ol' 'Whazzupppp's with each other.

He followed me into the freshly cleaned kitchen. Jacob must've mopped the floors, and he confirmed that he did. Jacob was truly incredible with his help, always going above and beyond. His actions inspired me to be better. Leaning against my mother's counter, I listened to Jacob giving me a rundown of his visit with her. The familiar scent of the house enveloped us—a mix of aged wood, mothballs, lavender, and stale cigarettes. Despite the tension in the air, Jacob's easygoing demeanor brought a sense of comfort. Mother was napping now. Thank God.

"Yo cuz, I went ahead and changed her sheets," Jake shares, his tone casual. "It was smelling kinda musty in there."

"Thank you, Jake, seriously," I responded, gratitude evident in my voice.

"I also gave her some lunch, go figure, she acted like she didn't want it, but she chowed down. Whole hour later."

"Now you know my pain," I replied, a wry smirk playing on the corners of my lips. The challenges of caring for my pain in the ass mother had become a shared experience now, amongst everyone who's been offering their help. A bond formed out of the familial duty.

As Jake continued updating me, my thoughts drifted to Jr. and Claire. They were navigating life after the loss of Jr.'s father, my uncle. The ache of missing him lingered in the air, a palpable absence that cast a shadow over our lives. We switched the conversation, or I did at least.

"We've also still been checking up on Jr. and Claire. Making sure Jr. is good and well," I shared, my voice carrying a mixture of concern and affection. The bond between me and my cousin went beyond family; it was a connection forged through shared experiences and the resilience required to face life's challenges.

"He's been taking it all in stride since the loss," Jacob finished for me, a hint of sadness in his tone. The void left by the departed family member loomed large, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for Jr. and Claire as they navigated the complexities of grief and healing.

The air grew tense as we heard a sudden clang near the back door, the sound reverberating through the stillness of the house. And unfortunately it was at the same moment the edible kicked it. I felt light and airy, but on high alert. The anxiety was a killer.

"The fuck was that?" Jacob, alert and swift, took the lead towards the source of the disturbance. I followed closely, a knot tightening in my chest as the unexpected noise stirred an uneasy feeling.

Upon reaching the back door, we found a simple pot holder overturned on the porch. Rationalizing it as a probable result of the wind, we cleaned up the minor mess. However, a lingering heaviness clung to the atmosphere, prompting me to pose a question that shifted the focus.

"You had anything weird happen while you been here?" I inquired, my expression betraying a hint of concern.

"Like what?" he responded, curiosity mingling with a touch of apprehension.

"I don't know, Jake, just anything weird," the words couldn't have left my mouth any quicker.

As Jacob pondered for a moment, he seemed to reconsider sharing something. Yet, he eventually spoke up, "Well... No, nothing."

I pressed him for more, my impatience evident as I urged, "What?"

"Well, I don't know if you remember, but when my dad was alive, he used to constantly rag on your mom, and..." Jacob hesitated, wrestling with the decision to divulge. He shook off the thought, downplaying it with a casual remark, "Nah."

Frustration building, I swatted his shoulder and glared, demanding, "What would he say?" It did nothing, he slightly flinched from my hand, but he always did with me. Ever since we were kids and we would rough house. Having mostly boy cousins and a brother growing up meant I was good at defending myself.

"Hey, you just made me think of something is all," Jacob defended, a guarded expression on his face. The unspoken implication hung in the air, suggesting that whatever he refrained from sharing might shed light on the complexities surrounding my mother's situation. "My dad used to say all kinds of crazy shit at the end, ya know?"

I sighed trying to center myself and relax. "Yeah," I grumbled. Uncle Billy was a shell when he finally passed. Kind of like my dad. Now, I was second guessing asking the question about anything odd taking place. A knocked over plant doesn't mean we need to pull out the dried sage. "Sorry, I've just been stressed, lack of sleep...they say it does things to you." My fingers went up to pinch the bridge of my nose. Hoping if I'll squeeze hard enough that it will cure my frustration.

"Hey, it's all good." He smiled. "All the extra help lately has seemed good for you both."

My hands made their way down to my hips. "It has," I stated gratefully. And for me especially, so I didn't have to be around as often as before.

"I talked to Seth the other day, told me he's coming out soon without the little munchkin, for like a week?" Jacob asked with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see him," I said, I was still carried away with my thoughts about the weird shit that had taken place from before. So my tone had been almost passive. Or just on auto pilot.

"We all getting together?" Jacob asked.

"Obviously," I stated, deadpan.

"Gotta start letting everyone know." Jacob smiled. "Oh, and have you spoken to Em lately?"

I shook my head not even thinking twice. "Not at all actually, for a while now."

"Rachel was telling me about a week ago that they had plans for a concert but she flaked, was wondering if anyone has heard from her," Jacob replied a hint of worry to his tone.

"I do remember my mom telling me months ago that she had seen her at the market, or something, I don't know...getting gossip from my mom, it may as well be hogwash." I was waving the rest of the conversation with my mother from that day.

Emily and I used to be extremely close when we were younger, but over the years, life pulled us in different directions. Busy schedules and other commitments created a distance between us. My best friend, Jessica, became closer to me, almost like family, compared to Emily. I distinctly recall a time when I was chatting with a work friend of Paul's, and Emily, seemingly out of the blue, started flirting with him behind my back at a fourth of July BBQ and the rest was history. Before I knew it, they were together. Initially, I felt a surge of anger, but I moved on quickly. There were no late nights of tears or heartache. I simply accepted it, realizing that I had grown apart from her, especially when I realized I couldn't comfortably bring a guy around her.

"I might swing by to check on her soon," Jacob said, as we walked back into the house towards the front door. "Just seems weird, is all."

I hadn't thought about Emily for a while. The last I heard from my mom, she was discussing Emily's weight, speaking without any filter, as she often did. However, my mom also mentioned something about Emily possibly seeing a guy. If she is, more power to her. Perhaps she's just caught up in her own life, focused on her own concerns and not worried about anyone else's.

The recent events involving Uncle Quil and the health scare with my mother's minor stroke felt like more than mere coincidence. Instead, it seemed to serve as a divine intervention, bringing the family closer together and fostering a sense of concern and connection. I actually found comfort in the increased interactions with the family, a stark contrast to the detached routine of our individual lives. La-la-land.

It would be kind of nice if we were all around one another every so often. Or, just checking in with each other to make sure all is well. It's been a long time.

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I knew I was dreaming, it was one of those what-cha-ma-call-its? Where you know you're dreaming, but you either want to see what happens or you can't help it so you just enjoy the ride. Well was buckling in for a ride. The air hung heavy with uncertainty as I stood outside the screen door, my voice cutting through the stillness.

"Hey!" I called into the dwelling, my gaze fixed on the staircase where a figure was faintly visible. Despite my attempt to engage, a tense silence enveloped the scene, leaving the question lingering in the air.

"Should I come back?" I asked, a note of hesitation coloring my words, as if the unseen presence on the stairs wrestled with the decision to respond or remain shrouded in silence.

The atmosphere teetered on the edge, a moment suspended in the balance between acknowledgment and retreat.

I stood before a screen door. A tense silence hung in the sir before the figure abruptly descended the stairs. moving almost mechanically.

Everything transitioned, I found myself submerged in water. Bubbles floated out of my mouth, serving as a guide toward the surface. As I followed the bubbles, I broke through the waters edge, gasping for breath in an unfamiliar environment.

Surrounded by a vast lake bordered by trees, it all looked surreal. After a moments of disorientation, I began swimming towards an extremely distant shore, the trees around casting long shadows in the afternoon lights. However, my progress felt sluggish, with my limbs moving as if through thick quicksand. Desperation set in as I dipped underwater to gain distance, kicking fiercely. In vain.

As I emerged a second time from the water, I heard a shrill cry. Initially resembling my own mother's voice, the sound morphed into a grotesque, hoarse shriek that resonated deep within my psyche. The sensation of descent enveloped me as I plunged back into the dark waters, the weight of the depths pressing against my chest. With each moment, the water seemed to grow colder, the darkness swallowing me whole as I struggled to break free from its suffocating embrace.

Despite my efforts to swim upwards, the currents seemed to pull me deeper, dragging me further into the abyss. Panic surged through me, my lungs burning for air as I fought against the relentless grip of the water.

In the darkness, I felt a sense of dread creeping in, a primal fear of the unknown consuming my thoughts. With each passing second, the pressure of the water pressed down upon me, threatening to crush me beneath its weight.

Another piercing screech reverberated through the water, sending shockwaves of terror coursing through my veins. It felt as though the sound originated from just above the surface, hovering ominously over me like a harbinger of doom.

My entire body trembled with an overwhelming sense of fear, each nerve electrified by the spine-chilling cry echoing in the depths. It was a sound unlike any other, primal and otherworldly, striking at the very core of my being.

Instinctively, I recoiled, my heart pounding furiously against my chest as adrenaline surged through my veins. Every fiber of my being screamed for escape, a desperate urge to flee from the unknown horrors lurking in the darkness.

The comforter clung to me, soaked with the copious amounts of sweat escaping my body. Gazing up at the pale, white spackled ceiling, I took a few moments to collect myself. Raising my head, I turned my gaze to the alarm clock, furrowing my brows as my eyes adjusted to the bright red letters displaying 5:04 AM. A sigh escaped my lips, and I sank back into my pillow. Edward would be arriving at the house around six, so I might as well get up since my restless dreams refused to let me sleep.

As I descended the stairs, a sharp chill in the air prompted me to turn up the heat.

Illuminating the kitchen with lights, I ambled over to the new coffee maker Edward had bought me about a month ago, replacing the one Sam had taken – the one I had paid for. Filling the coffee pot with water, I grabbed the portafilter and headed towards the trash can.

There, I hesitated for a moment, noticing old grounds from the previous day still lingering. Despite my usual habit of emptying it promptly, Amidst the action, a faint buzzing caught my attention.

Initially soft, it intensified, and I could almost feel the vibration in my hand. Confused, I swiftly tossed the portafilter contents into the trash.

However, the buzzing persisted, prompting me to investigate. Peering into the trash, I was met with a disturbing sight – a swarm of flies, some dead, others barely clinging to life. I hurled the portafilter into the sink.

Questions raced through my mind. I had loaded the pot myself yesterday. How could this happen? The persistent buzzing in the background, I hurriedly opened the cabinet, snatching the container where I kept my coffee. Almost frantic.

Opening it quickly, I recoiled in horror, not knowing what to do initially I ended up chucking it into the sink as I discovered more flies and what I could only assume to be was maggots inside. My stomach churned at the unsettling sight.

Ugh!

This is not what I had in mind today.

At all...

I was on the verge of vomiting into the sink onto the disgusting bugs. But, eventually I had calmed down enough to just turn the sink on, the water, burning hot. My gosh, it must've been a hundred of 'em. Also, one thing is for sure, that those things were not in there yesterday. I think I am present minded enough to realize there are live flies and larva in my coffee.

I decided, NO COFFEE TODAY!

I wasn't going to totally pretend like nothing happened. I was going to totally bleach and clean the coffee maker/pot/portafilter/etc. I know they say you shouldn't bleach the thing, but at this point, fuck it.

Concern lingered in me as I nudged the can a little to try and get them all under the steaming water. The idea of the flies would pop up every so often as I cleaned up, eliciting a harsh gag from me.

I have no recollection of cleaning up the disgusting mess of flies -gag- in the sink, but somehow, everything ended up in the trash can. The sink, initially clogged, had essentially become a cauldron for these repulsive creatures. The sight was grotesque—a large mass of black and white floating in the murky sink water. The cleanup involved tossing the pan I used to scoop them out, numerous rags that battled the stragglers, and even my favorite bright pink dish gloves suffered the unfortunate fate of being tossed out. This ordeal was beyond stomach-turning. I had lost my appetite completely; after this revolting experience. I might have taken a sip of water earlier, but that was the extent of it.

Getting some orange juice from the fridge was a stressful event, checking it before even pouring it. Sniff test, and just holding it up against the light in the kitchen to see if I could catch anything floating around in it. I was in no mood. The shit going on lately has been fucking kooky. Between the stuff with my mom, work obligations, family stuff, balancing a beautifully rekindled relationship with the love of my life, AND my fucking mother...I was getting ready to blow a gasket soon.

While continuing throughout the kitchen apprehensively, even stopping to turn some music on, the dawn began to break. It was probably just hitting six o' clock. I began boiling an egg for myself. Once Edward does get here, he will most likely just pass out like always. Not before greeting me surely. He makes sure to, every time. Some days I'll think he won't. But, he is continuously proving me wrong about the male species. I am becoming soft.

I am saying nothing about the debacle earlier. Completely ruined my morning.

Last lonely moments before my love stumbles in. I stood against the kitchen counter near the same sink the flies-gag- were lying dead, drowned in there. I love coffee so damn much. God damnit.

I love coffee,-gag- damnit, because of my Dad. I remember sipping that with him as early as three or four. Only a little, straight black espresso with a little extra sugar for me. Made the old fashioned way, home-ground, espresso pot on the gas stove. He'd sit at the head of the table, reading the paper and smoking his morning cigarette. Paul malls, cork tip. Sharing his sweet bread with me. Breaking my pieces for me when I was really little. I'd dip mine into the coffee -gag-. I eventually opted for OJ, or regular breakfast as I got older. I would still join him, early morning, every morning, all the way up until my dad passed a month after I turned thirteen.

My chest tightened thinking of him. He was a great big tall mass. Not heavy, had a little gut, but strong and big. He had this impressive dark brown mustache as well. And, he was very funny. Always making a joke, or trying make things more fun. Even if my mother came to suck the energy out of it all. I was enamored with my father since I was a young baby. My mother telling me God knows how many times that she'd have to either put me in my cradle on top of the washer machine, or in my fathers arms for my naps, or when I became colicky.

I had to get my mind together. This whole morning got way out of control.

Seth is coming in less than forty eight hours. I am eager to have visitors for a little bit, hoping my mother will be happy to see her son. We haven't mentioned anything to her, as Seth doesn't call her on a regular basis like I do. We decided a little surprise might brighten her spirits, although a part of me feels that it could be a mistake.

I could hear the rumbling of Edward's Ford as it approached, finally settling in front of my house. His lights illuminated the surroundings as he pulled up. I walked out of the kitchen and into the foyer, waiting for him to emerge from the mudroom at the front door. The familiar sound of the door jangling echoed through the house as he entered, his eyes half closed. A slow grin crept up his gorgeous face as he gazed at me from where I stood at the kitchen doorway.

I couldn't help but physically relax as soon as he stepped through the threshold.

As my exhausted lover met me halfway after the very long night. There was a weariness in the air that clung to him. His mere presence brought a sense of settlement and comfort. The funky shit from this morning including the nightmare that had woken me up to begin with was especially disconcerting. It made me uneasy. However, with him here, there was a reassuring warmth that enveloped the space. As if his presence held the power to dispel the lingering shadows. The shit from earlier just dissipated for now in embrace of the familiar, grounding me in the comfort of his company.

We gave each other gentle kisses with the normal talk of 'how are you feeling', and 'I love you', as we ascended the stairs to my bedroom. Where he plopped on my fluffy king sized mattress. He's so tall that it looked like a full sized bed. He was out like a light. Muttering a couple more 'I love you' s.

The soft glow of dawn painted the room in muted hues, casting a gentle light on Edward's peaceful form. Fatigue etched across his face told the story of a long and tiring night. I carefully removed his work boots, a symbolic gesture to ease the burdens of the day.

As I watched him sleep, I couldn't help but marvel at the lines of stress that softened in the quiet of slumber. His features, usually animated with life, now relaxed into a serene expression. Dark lashes brushed against his cheeks, emphasizing the vulnerability that only sleep could unveil.

The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest mirrored the steady breath of a man who had weathered the challenges of the night. I lingered, absorbing the quiet beauty of his vulnerability, a moment stolen from the relentless march of time.

Gently, I ran my fingers through his disheveled hair, untangling the knots of a restless sleep. Despite the exhaustion etched on his face, there was a certain tranquility in the way he surrendered to rest. It was a reminder of the resilience that lay beneath the weariness—a testament to the strength that carried him through the demands of his day.

In this hushed interlude, I became a silent guardian, standing watch over the man who gives me his all. The room held a sacred stillness, a haven where time seemed to pause. As the world outside continued its relentless pace, I found solace in the quietude of the dawn, in the presence of a sleeping soul, and the unspoken bond we have.

I eventually left the room and began my day in full. I only had one home to clean, and as I went about the day it wasn't too heavy of a task. It was a widower's home, so it was a gentle cleaning that took me about an hour. After that, I went to get some stuff from the market for the fridge at home. I actually found myself shaking the containers of coffee in the aisle, waiting to hear for a buzz. I decided that perhaps if I put it in a glass jar in the fridge, maybe it won't happen ever again.

By the time I'd made it back home hours later and got everything put away I had gone back to the bedroom.

Edward stirred from his slumber as I approached, his eyes fluttering open, carrying the remnants of a restful haze. The room, still wrapped in the muted hues of early morning, I witnessed his return to consciousness. A subtle yawn escaped him, a bridge between the dream world and the waking reality.

Later on, the rest of the days demands called, and with a sense of purpose, we embarked on the task of rotating his truck tires. The scent of breakfast wafted through the air, filling it with a comforting aroma. We skipped on the coffee -gag-. After Edward indulged in a hearty meal I had made for him, I couldn't resist the playful urge to perch atop the tires, creating an impromptu throne.

Straddling the rubber dominion, bouncing a little bit, grinding on it just slightly, I grinned mischievously as Edward's emerald eyes turned in my direction. The morning sunlight caught the playful sparkle in his gaze, a silent exchange of shared amusement. Giggles bubbled forth, creating a symphony of lightheartedness amidst the practicality of our morning routine.

The mundane task transformed into a moment of connection, a playful dance of shared responsibilities and shared laughter. Edward's drowsiness succumbed to the energy of the day, and together, we embraced the simplicity of a morning filled with tasks, laughter, and the unspoken joy of companionship.

"I've gotta stop at the hardware store before they close and grab some stuff for my mom," I said, placing my hands on my lower back and letting out a short sigh.

"Mmhmm, right this second?" Edward asked, biting his lip as he tightened the last lug nut.

I shrugged. "Well we may as well continue to be somewhat productive."

He stood and came over to where I stood near the bed of the truck. His hands ran through my hair. Sending a delightful shiver up my spine. "Mmmmm?" He hummed as my eyes closed from the sensation of his hands on me. His face landed into the crook of my neck. Nibbling the skin softly.

"Edward?" I asked with a giggle as he continued trailing kisses up and down my neck.

His hands trailed downward to hold my bum in his hands. "Yes, yes, am I coming?" he questioned against me.

I chortled. "Yeah dude, I need the muscle."

After a little more teasing, I changed out of my sweats and into a long grey maxi dress, smooth against my skin, and, of course, no underwear. I threw on a simple black cardigan over it, paired with my chucks. Edward was waiting for me in his grey sweats and a long sleeve T-shirt. He grinned at me.

"How do I look?" I asked, giving him the best view as I turned around.

"I love you," he growled.

No panty lines.

The hardware store bustled with activity as Edward and I strolled through the aisles, the scent of lumber and garden supplies filling the air. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a sterile glow on the neatly arranged shelves.

As we approached the garden section, the atmosphere between us shifted. Edward's strong hands gently rested on my lower back as we pursued the assortment of mulch bags. The sexual tension cackled like static electricity.

My fingers lightly brushed against Edward's as we reached for the same bag of mulch, creating a spark. Our eyes met, and a playful smile tugged at the corners of our lips, a silent acknowledgment. The anticipation of our closeness added a delightful edge to the mundane task of choosing which mulch would work best for my mothers front yard. His hands on my waist at checkout while he stood close behind me sent a wave of goosebumps on my skin.

As we waited quietly in line, I started to think of how I finally convinced my mother to get some help from the guys with the yard and etc. And by God it wasn't easy to get her to accept it. I had to basically bribe her. Pleading that if she'd just let the guys mow the lawn and trim some hedges and trees, that I would come over on Fridays and play Pinochle with her for a bit before my shift at the bar.

I wasn't planning on dropping off the mulch at my mothers this afternoon or tonight. Just wanted to plan ahead. Jacob is supposed to head by there to check on her tonight and tomorrow morning, I'd just let him know through text to come by and pick it up tomorrow. That way I wouldn't have to drop it off.

Jacob, and everyone really has been a God send lately. Despite my initial resistance. Since the recent events, particularly the unsettling drive home from Carlisle's, had left a mark on me. I can't stand to be around my mother for too long. So, the extra help is appreciated at this point. It took me long enough to soften up about the idea. With everything going on, plus the weird shit, it wouldn't kill me to take a break and accept the help. I should get more sleep. As long as there are no more nightmares. The strain between me and my mother was weighing on me a lot these days, creating that natural desire for distance.

Although, Edward was acting strange a couple weeks ago, and lately he seemed as if he'd become reluctant to do the visits with me. He hadn't outwardly said no to me when I've asked, but he always seems like he has something to do when I do have to head over there. Which wasn't any fun, I longed for his constant presence. Cherishing the unique quality of care and understanding he brought into my life. The interplay of responsibilities, relationships, and personal desires left me in a reflective state, caught between different facets of my own chaos.

We paid for the mulch and got everything in the bed of his truck. As he slapped the last bag atop the others with a cloud of dust rising from the impact, he stared at me for a moment. Before I could ask him what he was looking at sarcastically, he smiled wide.

"Wanna catch a movie or somethin'?" He asked.

The prospect of catching a movie with Edward filled me up with excitement, evident in the eager expression on my face. His proposal triggered an immediate response of delight "Course babe." I was ready to enjoy any activity he had in mind.

Settling into the truck, I took the immediate opportunity to get comfortable.

As he drove I took my shoes off and raised my feet, covered in white ankle socks, embracing the relaxed atmosphere. The promise of quality time together had me feeling all warm and bubbly inside. He is just captivating. His jaw sharply defined, enhancing the contours of his face. His bright green eyes, framed by thick, luxurious eyelashes, held a magnificent allure, drawing all the attention with their vivid hue. A beautiful smile grazed his lips, radiating warmth and confidence, while his Roman nose added a distinctive touch to his facial features. Together, all these elements combined to create such a striking presence, leaving a lasting impression on those fortunate enough to encounter this man.

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape, we continued embarking along the rural highway. Sun-kissed meadows stretched out on either side, painted in hues of amber and emerald, and the occasional farmhouse stood as a quaint sentinel against the backdrop of the rolling hills.

An urge to touch him took over me, as I began playfully toying with him, dragging my foot lazily around his inner thigh. The fabric of the sweatpants were soft. I finally began stroking his erection through the sweats, while getting the eyes from Edward at the same time. I know all too well it only takes a little playing with him and all bets are off. He will get down with me wherever, whenever.

The truck continued to meander along the winding roads.

"A foot job?" He leaned back slightly, his knuckle bright red and tense from grasping the steering wheel so hard.

I continued my movements while nodding in his direction, giggly like a giddy schoolgirl. I became charged with a sense of care free joy.

He sucked in a sharp breath, though I could still feel his erection. Which pleased me. "Okay if I touch you?" He asked, looking over at me again with a big grin.

As I nodded, Edward had one hand on the steering wheel and the other running up and down my thighs. My maxi dress was already rolled up to my sides. I had no underwear on, which became a habit over time with this man. I moved slightly so I could face this gem of a man. My leg swung over his seat, giving him a heck of a nice view. He muttered something I couldn't hear over the truck engine. His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth as he continued taking quick glances at me. Trying not to crash. His hard hot fingers traced a slow line up my thigh. He began rubbing deep circles on my clit. I was writhing about in my seat, trying not to yell out abruptly, a series of moans erupted from my chest. I felt drenched.

"You are unbelievable," he chuckled as he curled one finger inside me.

My eyes began to roll as I fully let myself relax against the seat and door behind me, my hair rubbing against the glass, humming softly with my eyes closing. "We can't even run errands," I said playfully. A small smirk growing by the second.

The scenery outside was whipping by quickly. I found myself lost in the intoxicating scent of the black ice car freshener mingled with Edward's musk. As we drove, the aroma enveloped me, creating a cocoon of comfort and familiarity. In this moment, I barely paid any mind to our destination or whether we were even heading towards a theater.

A profound sense of love and gratitude washed over me. Edward had an unparalleled ability to make me feel like an absolute goddess, a sensation I thought I might never experience again. The combination of his enticing scent and the warmth of his presence was a potent elixir, weaving a tapestry of emotions that left me captivated and utterly content. His fingers moving in and out of me slowly, as I yearned to feel more. I wanted more. Selfishly.

"I just love your pussy so much," He groaned loudly.

It took about four more minutes to reach the theater off the highway. Long enough for me to change my position, kneeling on the seat kissing and nibbling on Edward's neck. His hand reached around behind me, gripping my ass hard. He had requested that I pop my breasts out from my dress and let him enjoy licking my sensitive flesh. His other hand still diligently on the steering wheel.

He parked abruptly in the dim parking lot. Lights from the theater and street lamps gave us visibility as the sun set completely. I was already on task with pulling my dress up and down, seeming more appropriate for the function. I pulled my cardigan close towards my belly, buttoning the bottom of it.

A sense of urgency gripped us. We hurriedly made our way inside, met with the smell of popcorn and corn chips. There was hardly anyone around with the exception of the few scattered employees with their dress shirts and bow ties.

We were eager to catch whatever movie was currently playing, or about to start. The specific film didn't matter - our desire for each other outweighed any consideration for the movie choice. It was as if a shared, insistent urge had ignited between us throughout the whole day. From the moment he got home I couldn't keep my hands off. It's just been building up, and the car ride over here helped for sure.

We approached the counter blushing from the heat our own bodies were giving off. I did the talking, choose the next showtime, while Edward had one hand in his pocket and the other toying with the ends of my hair. From my peripheral I could definitely see that Edward was absolutely focused on just me, his eyes eating me up as I stood there, trying to compose myself long enough just to carry out the simple request of getting two tickets.

Our tickets were handed to us by the brunette attendant with a bright smile. Entering the dark cinema with Edward's warm hand planted over my ass. The commercials had already begun, we had gotten super lucky that we didn't have to swap out, because there was not a soul in the place. It was getting sort of late...plus it was a weekday, the place was dead. I bounced up the steps to the very top and took a seat on the step, the anticipation ahead hanging thick in the air.

"I'm still so hard for you," he spoke loudly at first, but the screen had gone black behind him as the last commercial about not having your cell phone volume up loud, blah blah blah ended. Edward smiled. His face blushing a deep red from how loud he had been. He got on his knees in front of me and gave me a knowing grin. "I just want to taste you so bad." He draped my legs over his shoulders, my dress folding around my sides again.

The movie was beginning.

"What if someone waltzes in?" I inquired mockingly.

I didn't actually give a shit.

His eyes pierced into mine. "I don't give a fuck about anybody else, I only care about you," he groaned softly.

His mouth collapsed onto my needy pussy. My legs tightening around his upper back, his shoulders, my hands raking through his soft tresses. He was moaning eagerly against me. While feasting on my cunt. He was lapping me up, like a man dying of thirst in the Savanna. I pulled the neckline to my dress down, freeing my breasts. I began brushing my nipples with my thumbs as he stared at me, his lips enclosed on my clit and he began to suck lightly. Garnering another throaty moan from me.

His tongue dipped back into me as he pulled me closer to him stroking and sweeping his tongue all over me, tugging at my throbbing clit and swollen lips. Devouring me and loving every fucking second.

Minutes or moments later his finger replaced his tongue. I'm sure he was amused as he ravaged me. Enjoying the real show for sure. He spat on it, his tongue dancing circles around my reactive button.

This man could tell me, 'I want to drench you in syrup and eat you for breakfast', and I would willingly comply.

I could barely catch my breath as I felt a wave hitting me. From my lower body to the tippity top, I thought I might pass out it felt so hot. "That feels so good, Edward," I grumbled between the rhythmic pulses.

The movie was so loud. Pretty sure it was King Kong, but I disregarded all that and let the sounds of the movie serve as background noise. The real show was the world Edward and I were in. Lost in our connection, oblivious to the on screen drama. The dramatic scenes playing before me was far beyond secondary to the intimacy I was sharing with Edward in the dimly lit theater. It was perfect. There was no one else around. It was fucking perfect.

With all of the excitement and adrenaline coursing through me, I came fast against his ready mouth. Drenching his face. Almost feeling bad that I hadn't given his jr any attention, and I'm sure he's dying for me to.

Suddenly he got up, my legs dropped to the steps as he began yanking his sweats down just enough for his hearty manhood to hang out. In all of its glory.

"Fuck, baby, you're soaked, I need to feel you right now." In the same breath as he went to sit down in the row beside me. Using his shirt to wipe some of my juice off of his face.

He motioned for me to take a seat on him. I stood facing the screen rather than him. I hiked my dress back up and slid down on him with no shame. I was still quivering for him as I sunk with Edward fully inside me. I began to glide effortlessly on his shaft, facing forward and riding him relentlessly.

His firm hands clenched painfully along my waist and hips holding me steady. "Yes, that's it, fuck me," He gasped. The audible wet smacks occurred as I dropped down onto him over and over.

We were groaning freely as if we were home. Not a care in the world.

He sat up a bit in the chair. One hand pulled my hair back as the other slid around my waist and down to begin rubbing my clit as I continue my movements.

"Milk that fucking cock, baby. Fuck...yes," he expressed with fervent pleasure.

We continued on in a frenzy, trying to get to our goal of climax together.

Without warning a flashlight's glow cut through the darkness as it flickered to life down by the ramp. Anticipation filled the air, and in the obtusely lit theater, Edward and I exchanged mischievous glances. I felt his hands release the grasp on my hair.

Feeling a surge of excitement, I attempted to rise, but Edward's firm hold on my hips kept me in place. Suppressing a smile, I adjusted my dress, pushing my breasts back under the fabric, and shoving the fabric bunched up at my hips. Down as far as I could get it. Feigning an air of innocence as if I were simply perched on his lap. The playful exchange between us intensified hidden in the shadows of the theater. While the beam of the flashlight played over the empty seats, oblivious to the clandestine moments unfolding in the darkness.

Eventually the light shone right on us.

The attendant's voice had a youthful tone, sounding like a teenager. And all I could think about was how young he sounded when he asked us what we were doing. In that moment if he had quizzed us on the movie playing, we would have likely failed miserably.

With a rougher tone than necessary Edward grunted, "We're just watching the movie." His cock still buried inside me throbbing hard, as this attendant was watching unaware. "Can you leave us alone?"

As he finished his sentence I whispered, "sitting on daddy's lap." with enough volume for Edward to hear. I bit my lip, fighting the desire to let my eyes roll to the back of my head and enjoy me some daddy dick. I wanted to do so many things in the moment. I was also stifling laughter.

Edward's hands and body tensed under me. His dick moving ever so slightly in my wet heat.

I heard his breathing catch as I flexed against him. Fuck, he fills me so good.

Begrudgingly, I stood up with as much innocence as I could muster. Hoping the flashlight now shining on me would completely cast a shadow behind me, providing Edward with a little discretion so he could fix himself. As we dislodged from each other I heard an audible wince from my love. I need him, now.

I moved toward the steps and held my hand out for Edward to take. "Movie sucks anyway," I expressed.

I heard Edward laugh. Hand in hand, we descended the steps with a carefree sway to our movements. I couldn't help but chuckle as I continued glancing behind at Edward. He tucked himself up behind his waistband, using his shirt for more discretion.

As we strolled by the kid and he shot us a distrustful glare, his suspicions written all over his face, he knew, just as we did, that our time inside the cinema hadn't been spent immersed in the movie. And we did not give a fuck. Our laughter resonated in the air, a testament to the carefree spirit that accompanied us despite the judgmental stare.

Out in the parking lot the cool evening air enveloped us. As we approached the truck, the anticipation grew again.

We get in the truck and immediately I am reaching around the center console, touching him anywhere and everywhere. The engine roared to life, echoing the pulsating energy between us. Leaving behind the lingering shadows of the cinema and the unspoken escapade that had unfolded within its walls.

"Please, baby, find somewhere we can finish," I urged while running my hands through his velvety hair. Kissing up and down the side of his face.

His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped slightly as the shocking words echoed in his ears. His whole body tensed, stammering in disbelief as he struggled to find words. It was as if an electric current surged through him, leaving a lingering sense of astonishment in the air. "Are you, Leah Clearwater, begging?"

"Edward, please." I was absolutely begging, with what happened earlier I was determined to finish what we started. As soon as humanely possible.

"Darlin', we are literally a couple minutes from your place," he informed, his jaw clenched.

I had him on high alert, I could see it on his face. He was waiting patiently for me to talk back. He was hanging on my words. "I need to feel you inside me," I groaned.

For a moment he had glanced over at me, a desperate plea in his eyes. "Oh, fuck one more time," his tone quivered with urgency as he clung to each word. There was a palpable need in his tone, an eagerness to hear my voice. I felt the yearning for him take over my entire body in a wave again.

"I need you." my impatient hands slipped the band of his sweatpants forward, I reached in and out came his beautiful dick. Thick and twitching in my hands.

"I can't get enough of you," his breath caught.

The truck surged forward, tearing through the asphalt with an urgent determination. The wind whistled past the windows, carrying with it the scent of hot pavement and the promise of haste. The accelerator was pressed indeed, each heartbeat matching the rhythm of the rapidly spinning wheels. My hand now stroking him gently.

The scenery blurred into streaks of color as the truck barreled down the road, weaving through traffic with calculated precision. The engine's growl intensified, a mechanical symphony accompanying the desperate journey home. The steering wheel responded to quick, decisive movements on Edward's part, navigating turns and intersections in a relentless pursuit of the destination.

Inside the truck, the atmosphere was charged with a sense of urgency. The pulse of adrenaline felt in the confined space. The radio was boisterously playing Black Country Woman - Led Zeppelin, a lively tone for our racing heartbeats. My hands continuing to explore everywhere I could reach without making us wreck.

Streetlights flickered past like fleeting moments, casting intermittent flashes of light and shadow. The dashboard illuminated with an urgency that mirrored the external chaos. Edwards hands gripped the wheel with determination, knuckles turning white as the truck began turning on Lone Pine, my street.

The truck hurtled forward, a metallic beast in pursuit of the sanctuary and privacy of home. Every second seemed to count.

I took him into my mouth, finally, wordlessly sucking and gagging. Just nursing his cock. Only pausing briefly in between to breath out, "please, I need to feel you inside of me." I continued slobbering. His groans becoming an assortment, even moving his hips slightly to get as deep in my throat as he could.

His low moans rumbled deep in his chest. I couldn't see anything from my current position. But, the way I had to stretch my mouth out over him each time had me aching for it. My position was slightly awkward, ass in the air, knees pressed against the smooth yet slightly textured surface of the black leathered passenger seat. The coolness of the material provided refreshing contrast to the burning heat of my skin.

After about a good five minutes or so of teasing and touching, the truck came to an abrupt halt. I lurched forward slightly, but Edward's arm protectively stopped me from hitting the steering wheel. The tires had let out a faint squeal protesting the deceleration, as the truck settled into its spot. Still rumbling with the keys in the ignition.

With an air of exhilaration we hastily swung open the truck doors, propelled by a surge of joyful urgency. Our smiles radiated excitement, mirroring the quickened pace of our movements. We had an uncontainable enthusiasm take over. We practically leapt from the truck, our eagerness apparent in the rapidity of our steps. Laughter bubbled up between us, interwoven with the shared need for one another. We moved with synchronized swiftness, a dance of happy anticipation. The gravel crunched under our shoes. We exchanged a couple glances that spoke volumes in the language of our connection.

The world couldn't contain the exuberance emanating from me when this man just simply exists.

Xiomara - The Downside Hotel began it's progressing guitar and descending percussions on the speakers in the truck now.

We barely made it up my front steps and entered the front porch. We almost tumbled to the ground. I was able to open the front door without damaging anything. It wisped open and hit the wall with a loud thud. I was immediately pinned to the archway by Edward's warm body. His hands gripping the material of my dress, being enticingly deliberate as he pulled it up. His hips pumped against me as his warm breath tickled my neck. Hot licks and kisses against my sensitive skin. I felt like I was on fire. We got the door open but didn't make it into the house.

In the quiet stillness of the night, darkness enveloped the surroundings. The only visible features are what's illuminated by the trucks headlights, casting a focused beam that pointed to what would be my living room. The nocturnal symphony of crickets and frogs outside is punctuated by the low hum of the engine. The music playing in the truck loud enough to be ringing out into the cool night air. Melodic drumming and tapping could be heard over the singers beautiful voice. The porch sits in tranquil obscurity, untouched by the intrusion of the harsh illumination. Giving it a sense of calm and solitude, as if we were on an island in the middle of the quiet sea.

Edward laid right on his back, in the middle of the porch, and I wasted no time. I descend onto him, hiking my dress up quickly. The air felt cool, carrying a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves nearby and added more soft melody. I grasped his dick and guided him into me. My hands go behind me onto his chest as his hands grasp my hips. In what started as a couple slow strokes in hushed intimacy, a moment of pleasure unfurled like the petals of a rose. We were charged with tension between us. A prelude to the harmony about to unfold.

His large cock stretched me so well. I felt my eyes stinging with tears from the divine feeling. His fingertips grazing under my thighs. His hands encircling my supple flesh. The warmth of his skin against me made him feel so close. His fingertips held that pressure, yielding to the firm yet gentle hold.

"Oh fuck," I heard Edward gasp.

Our silent strokes became more hurried. Our breath quickened. Moaning loudly into the night. Still not giving a fuck about the everyday shit of life that usually drained us both.

His rough hands gave me a nice long squeeze, slowing us down slightly. "I'm trying so hard not to bust right away," each utterance from his beautiful mouth had me pushing against his hands. Making my way back up and down his dick with urgency, moaning like a slut. My knees were aching.

"My balls are so full baby," he whined and grumbled. I could feel myself clench around him, gripping him like a vice.

I moved to have my knees on the knots and ridges of the wood floor. I began to bounce my ass against him. It was a feeling I could absolutely live in. His warm body under me, my hands slid up and down his thighs. Also, taking a moment to massage his throbbing balls.

"Cum inside me," I sounded like I was begging again. Completely breathless. My thighs were on fire from this workout. Finding myself in all sorts of positions!

FWACK!

The audible crack that momentarily filled the air. The impact of his hand on my ass was firm, leaving a hot tingling sensation in it's wake. Created another electric moment.

"Fill you up," he punctuated my verbal thought with his rough voice, grunting lowly. One of his strong hands sliding over my hip to smack my already sensitive clit. I let out a series of short hisses.

I actually responded with, "yes, please."

Edwards hands traveled everywhere, all over. Every point of contact sparked a delightful response from me. From my hair, his hand grasped the back of my neck, trailing down my shoulders. He spoiled me. I love the way he feels against my skin. His calloused palms grasping and rubbing me tenderly. Together we reached that beautiful climax.

We gradually clean up after ourselves. Edward went to attend to his truck that was still running, while I thought of a nice hot shower, making my way up the stairs. Edward, must've felt a pang of hunger, ventured into the kitchen in search of snack. His steps were light, and the familiar creak of the floorboards underfoot hinted at the coziness of him being here with me.

I heard the knocking sounds of the cabinets, pursuing the shelves, selecting a mixture of treats. Balancing the snacks in his arms, he made his way upstairs not long after me.

We both entered my bedroom, he placed his stuff on the nightstand, creating a small spread for later. Our eyes met, without a word, we embraced each other. The hug was prolonged, and comforting.

Eventually, we leaned back slightly, our faces close. His soft lips grazed the top of mine as we shared a tender kiss, sealing the quiet exchange of affection. Breaking the silence after, Edward asked if I'd be coming to bed.

My response with a relaxed demeanor was, "Nah, I've still gotta shower," hinted at my plans.

He looked exhausted. I also mentioned the idea of getting fresh sheets in the guest room for Seth's impending arrival. Figured I'd be thoughtful and prepare ahead of time.

I craved the comforting embrace of a warm shower. As the water cascaded over me, washing away the thoughts that were ruminating from this morning, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The steam filled the bathroom, enveloping me as I luxuriated in the sensation. With each drop of water that caressed my skin, tension melted off, leaving me refreshed. Stepping out from under the spray, I reached for a plush towel and wrapped it around myself, relishing in the softness against my skin.

After getting dressed in a long blue t-shirt I found myself alone in the dimly lit guest room. I was smoothing out the fresh sheets on the full sized bed. Edward was fast asleep in my room, his soft snores barely audible through the walls. As I moved about the room, arranging pillows and fluffing blankets, a sense of unease began to settle over me.

Suddenly, I heard a faint creaking sound coming from the stairs leading up to the guest room. Pausing in my task immediately, I strained my ears to listen, but the noise had stopped as abruptly as it had begun. I stumbled over to the archway and glanced into the hall. Nothing seemed to be a foot. Brushing it off as just the old house settling a bit. I forced myself to continue prepping the room. Deciding to just ignore it.

However. as I turned back to the bed, my breath got caught in my throat. The sheets that I had just neatly arranged were now hanging off the dresser and closet door, and mind you the closet door was shut. At least I'd sworn it had been. A chill ran down my spine as I realized I was absolutely alone in the room, and no one else was...just here?

My mind raced with fear and confusion as I frantically scanned the room and around the house for the sign of an intruder. Part of me was so sketched out, that I was about ready to wake up Edward. But, I didn't wanna scare him, or wake him up. It's not like I'm getting dragged down the stairs. A sharp chill ran up my neck as I thought of that. With trembling hands and determination, I quickly went back into the guest room to gather up the sheets and hurriedly tossed them back onto the bed, desperate to banish the unsettling sight from my mind. But even as I tried to push aside my fears, the gnawing sense of dread persisted, refusing to be ignored. My heart was pounding audibly. I felt like I might pass out.

Fuck it! Not doing it today!

As I hurried out of the room, the feeling of being watched intensified, prickling at my skin like invisible eyes boring into my soul. Whatever had caused the disturbance in there, I knew one thing for certain: I was happy to have Edward in the house with me. More than glad to have my brother over too, bring some much-needed company.

Despite my reluctance to disturb Edward's sleep, the need for reassurance outweighed my reservations. With hesitant steps, I made my way to our bedroom, seeking solace in his comforting presence. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breath provided a fleeting sense of comfort in the midst of the growing turmoil.

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. One

.. Day

... Later

EPOV

It was a calm evening. Leah's cousin, Rebecca, was going to be checking in on Sue tonight, so Leah didn't have to tend to her much until tomorrow to play cards with her before work. I have to bring Emmett to the airport, which I was saying a silent hallelujah that I didn't have to make up an excuse to not go to that house.

I had completed my shift at five in the evening, eager to reunite with my baby at her place. Despite my attempts to keep my mind centered on the road and my job, my thoughts persistently drifted towards Leah. She had taken on a couple of cleaning jobs earlier in the day while I was at work. By God, she sent me a photo of the bathroom in this spectacular mansion. I couldn't fathom how she had the stomach for the shit she deals with. Literally.

The rich aroma of the dinner she cooked filled the air. Oxtail stew with white rice and some avocado. Even her doing the simple shit that people do for one another in relationships leaves me feeling entirely smitten.

Afterwards, I began arranging a cutting board with goodies for us both. The vibrant colors of peppers mingled on the cutting board before me. The sound of the crisp crunch accompanied each bite, a symphony of flavors dancing on my taste buds. The suns warm embrace illuminated the kitchen, last bit before it sets. The days were getting shorter again.

We had a long talk about how it would likely be best for Leah to quit cleaning houses. Not only is the stuff with her mother A LOT to deal with. The other stuff, that I try not to think too much about. I know a few things about pushing shit to the back of my mind. The creepy events that have taken place over the last couple of weeks sort of got drowned out by real life things needing to get done. We can't just hide.

I refused to speak to Leah about the peeping Tom encounter though. And, also she did not know anything about what I had seen at Sue's a couple days before that. I wasn't going to say anything. Leah has enough worries, no need to continue down the rabbit hole. I have yet to hallucinate, or whatever the fuck.

I just wanted to ignore it. If some mess goes down in the future we will call a priest. Though the thought passed in my mind like a joke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of doom every so often.

The sun poured its last golden radiance into the kitchen, casting a warm and inviting glow that dance across every surface. The sunlight, now in its descent, bathed the room in hues of amber and honey. It streamed through the windows, creating playful patterns as it filtered through sheer curtains. The dust particles sparkled in the luminous beams, adding a touch of magic to the air.

"You work tonight?" I asked Leah.

"No, tomorrow night," she responded as she passed behind me near the sink to perch herself on the island counter, becoming a silhouette against the golden glow. The soft curves of her form absorbed the sunlight, creating a captivating interplay of light and shadow. The room seemed to sigh with tranquility, a haven where worries could momentarily be set aside.

As I continued to chop, our conversation ebbed and flowed, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic sounds of knife against cutting board. The cheese plate, a mosaic of textures and tastes, beckoned us to indulge in its savory delights, which we did. I stopped chopping for the prosciutto for sure. My favorite processed meat. We shared laughs and stories, the ordinary moments elevated by the extraordinary connection we share.

For a moment I just watched her. A vision of allure. Her figure is a celebration of curves. Long, elegantly sculpted legs carried her with grace.

My thoughts slightly trailed off to our fun the other day. It excited me entirely. Her talking the way she was, she looked so amazing. Tasted glorious. "What was that you said at the theater?" I inquired while popping a slice of sharp cheddar in my mouth. I glanced over at her sexy face as it melted in my mouth. Her voluptuous lips formed a delightful bow that hinted at playful and inviting smile. She looks so delicious. Sat upon the counter in the middle of her kitchen. Enjoying the ensemble of fruits, vegetables, meats, cheese, and crackers.

"What?" She questioned, but her eyes told me she knew what I was talking about specifically. "You liked that?" She sucked a piece of melon in through those heavenly lips.

I closed the distance between us and settled right between her legs that hung from the side of the counter.

With a playful glint in my eyes, I brought my face closer to hers, teasingly brushing my lips against hers. "I loved it," I whispered, my breath warm against her skin. "But I want to hear you say it again."

She laughed softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "Say what again, exactly?"

I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine for a lingering kiss. My hands in her long hair that cascaded down her back. Pulling away slightly, I murmured, "Tell me what you said at the theater. As you sat on me."

Her eyes locked onto mine, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "You're relentless, aren't you?"

I grinned, enjoying the playful banter. "When it comes to you, absolutely."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, and in a low, seductive voice, she repeated those words that had ignited a spark at the theater. Each word sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but revel in the anticipation of what this back and forth could eventually lead to.

I took a hold of her ass on both sides. Kneading the flesh which sent a shiver through my spine. She jumped slightly with a grin plastered on her face. My expression mimicked hers.

She then leaned closer towards me. "You want me to call you daddy?" She pressed. Her beautiful brown eyes bore into mine. It felt like the wind got knocked outta my lungs, but in a good way. I was instantly hard.

BOING!

"Remember that movie baby boy?" She went on coyly, cocking her head to one side. Her hair gently swooping down.

I fought the urge to laugh. "You wanna start giving me references now?" I went into a short fit of chuckles, now stroking her thighs. She felt so warm.

I just thought of how well her tight pussy grips my dick, so good. My God I'm brick hard. I think after the first full week of Leah and I being together, she found out real quick that I adore everything about her. Can't ever really keep my hands to myself. But, she didn't seem to mind.

Her hands reached for the collar of my shirt. Pulling me in closer. I stared into her magical deep brown eyes. Fully expecting to kiss those full lips that were just so decadent and smooth.

Millimeters from my mouth she spoke clearly, "I want daddy dick."

I growled, yanking her by her ass, sliding her along the counter. Closer to me. "Mm," I moaned into her neck, smelling her intoxicating scent. Honeysuckle. So smooth and sweet. "You want that daddy dick inside you?" I pushed against her, letting her feel what she does to me constantly.

She hummed near my ear, running her hands through my hair. Dotting on me. I love her so much. My heart swelled. Couldn't believe how much time I had wasted before. I wanted to spend every moment making it up to her.

"I love how you're so good at that," she replied softly, her tone even and beautiful.

"What?" I asked, perplexed but still amused.

To my surprise she said. "Talking sexy, the way you do." Her voice sounded so soothing.

A playful smile played on my lips as I continued to hover close to her face. "I can teach you," I whispered, my voice carrying a hint of mischief.

Her eyes sparkled with desire. "Is that so?"

I nodded, my fingers lightly tracing a path along her cheek. "Absolutely. It's a skill honed over time."

She chuckled, the sound like a melody in the quiet room. "You should teach me your ways, Professor."

Leaning in, our lips almost touching, I whispered, "Consider it an exclusive, one-on-one tutorial."

Her laughter filled the space between us as our connection deepened. In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the intimacy we share. She's driving me nuts with the teasing lately. I needed to taste her, have her feeling so good she'll forget her first language type of shit.

My hand went up to brush against her chin, guiding her to my lips. As we met in a tender collision, everything in the background was fading into a distant hum. The kiss started as a delicate exploration, a dance to just test the waters. Then, it deepened, a passionate crescendo that enveloped us.

Every touch was a spark igniting, jolting my nerves, setting them ablaze. Her careful fingers tracing tentative paths along my shoulders and back, pulling me impossibly closer. The taste of shared breaths, the mingling of warmth and flavor, painted an indelible memory on my senses.

As we pulled back, her warm eyes was all I saw as we shared a lingered gaze, capturing exactly what we couldn't really put into words. The air in the kitchen felt thick.

I had a voracious craving to taste her. "Can I eat your pussy right now?"

"Wait, babe, I wanted to eat a little bit more," She protested with a giggle.

"Now here," I said, holding my finger up for her to wait a moment. "Let me eat too!" I playfully griped.

As swiftly as I left the kitchen I came right back with one of the throw pillows from the couch. Placing it atop the countertop behind Leah. I motioned for her to lie down. Which she did.

She took a long deep breath as her skin touched the cool counter.

My fingers slid into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them off. They hit the floor with a soft thud. Slowly I kissed up her calf and knees. Continuing the trail up to her soft thighs. Slowly I licked from the very bottom of her pussy to the top softly. She moved rhythmically against me as if in a trance.

We need each other to live.

I rolled my tongue along her slit and dipped inside, moaning against her slick skin. I shoved my arm under her hips, setting her waist to a tipped upward position. My mouth over took her entire pussy, followed by kissing ever so gently all over. Like I would with expensive dessert, I'm not just gonna gobble it up. Taking my time with Leah was substantial for me. Savor each little taste I get. My tongue moved in slow circles around her sweet entrance.

A bit of time had passed, she had already succumbed to her desire for me what seemed to be three times. She was soaking wet. I had an intriguing and very intrusive thought enter my mind. Wondering if I could get her to squirt. I grinned when she let out a sharp hiss. Letting my hand replace my hot mouth, rubbing her in gentle long circles. Her clit was throbbing, probably painfully sensitive.

"Do you have any idea how much I love doing this to you?" I began kissing her neck. While my two fingers moved inside her, taking my thumb and rubbing her clit.

She didn't seem to have much of an answer. She was muttering and humming intermittently. She was already draining onto my palm. Gasping into the kitchen.

My fingers curved inside of her, thrumming the spot she desperately needed the most pressure. "Mmm, I know you love this," my voice sounded thick. And my erection was obvious in my sweats and borderline painful at this point.

She looked to be catching her breath, twitching slightly as I continued my movements still. Her hips bucked up many times, her eyebrows relaxed, lifting only slightly at the edges. Her eyes were shut. Her full lips were curved upwards just slightly, and I had another intrusive thought to kiss her again.

Leah's cheeks were flush, she looked to be glowing to my eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of her for a second. Not long after some more rubbing and pinching, I heard her water splash against the linoleum. Spreading along the edge of the counter and making the long way to the floor in audible drips. It went on for about five pulses. All very audible. Each burst that came had Leah stunned. She couldn't help but groan and shake as her body reacted to me. Her eyes rolled, her mouth dropped open slightly. I smiled at the sight. My cock couldn't take much more. This woman has got a hold on me, she is everything to me. I couldn't peel myself away from her, watching her squirt was up there with one of the most divine sights I'd ever seen in my life.

Her eyes wide, and she was completely speechless, after taking several breaths she sighed and giggled shortly, "did I just-"

Before she even finished my head was nodding hastily. "When you love what you do it makes a hell of a difference," I uttered, beaming and proud of myself.

I need to be inside her.

She chuckled as I moved fast, rushing to remove my clothing. My hands were on either side of her as I moved us both slightly to be more center on the counter. She bent her knees and held her thighs against her chest.

"Oh fuck, baby, I could live in the feelings you bring me," I breathed against her neck. Slightly nibbling the skin. "I want you to have my kids," I whispered in her ear. Breathing hotly against her luxurious hair.

Her fingers ran up and down my abdomen. I smiled and softly restrained her back to her original position.

I held her close, softly nibbling her ear and complimenting her on how soft she felt.

I cupped her breast as low moans escaped her lips. I growled against her scalding skin. Tracing circles around those beautiful dark areolas.

I kissed her chin, neck, and down to the collar bone. She began to really squirm around as I head down past her plump breasts. Teasing again.

She moved her hips frustrated.

"Would you have my babies?" I asked glaring at her now.

She gasped as one finger tightened around her nipple, while the other hand squeezed her other breast as my tongue swirled around the solid peak. Licking gentle strokes.

"Yes," She finally sputtered out. Maintaining constant eye contact. Her hands were stroking through my hair, eliciting a low growl from me.

I began to suck and whirl my tongue around her peaks eagerly. Switching from one breast to the other. Shooting all kinds of pleasing signals to that ache in my lower body.

She glanced down seeing I was rock hard, and while biting her lip she groaned at the sight.

I held myself up on my elbows and pressed my forehead against hers, staring intently into those enchanting eyes.

"You're amazing," she moaned. Her hips lifting against me.

As she continued adorably, my length pushed into her fully. Relaxing completely as her warmth enveloped me like a tight embrace, stretching around me. My tension and stress, melts with this woman. The comfort she brings me permeates through every inch of my body. My heavy balls pressing onto her ass now. I slowly began to push in and out. One hand slinking up and down the sides of her body.

Our constant eye contact continued. I could get lost in those eyes. A rich shade of brown, with captivating streaks of chocolate swirling around the pupils. The depths of her gaze held a warmth and complexity, like a mesmerizing dance of earthy hues that drew you in. My cock was throbbing as I hit the hilt. I could feel her clenching down hard on me, she was getting ready to cum, or dare I say cum again, but not just yet. I looked down between our bodies to see us meeting, it looked so incredibly hot.

All I could think about was how spectacular she feels.

Following my gaze she looked down as I continued my movements. I was starting to tremble, my own body defying me and showing me how close I was.

"Mm fuck, I love how wet you get for me," I whined against the skin of her breast. "I love you, Leah." I began whimpering about wanting to make her a mommy as she panted and groaned, holding me tight. Scratching her nails down my back.

I pulled out leaving my hard pressure right at her opening, stroking lazily against the slick surface of her cunt. I wanted to make this last, but my goodness I was so very close. Ready to burst at any second. She feels like serenity.

My nerve endings were jolting at this point. Throaty moans left her mouth as she writhed about on the cold and flat surface of the counter top. My head lifted, and I observed her for a moment. A smirk playing on my lips, my expression tinged with amusement. Just enjoying the sight.

"I love you," I repeated. Yearning for her to say it back finally. Craving the reassurance of hearing her say those words to me.

I moved forward kissing her lips as I heard her whisper the breath into my mouth, "I love you, Edward."

Her hands reached up to touch my face and feel the stubble along my sharp jawline. Her eyebrows, furrowed, her face in all its beauty, looked sincerely aroused and happy. It was an ethereal moment for me. Her hands scratched through my tousled brown locks.

Kissing her deeper, our tongues finding one another. Moving in slow, soft rotations.

I entered her then, and she basically cried out into my mouth. My hands gripped harder on her soft flesh, yielding to the touch with a gentle resilience. She carries a supple and smooth texture, inviting a comforting sensation when pressed or caressed. She feels pliant, embracing a subtle give that adds to its overall delicacy. Her legs wrapping tightly around me. Her heels digging into my ass just to get even closer. Pulling me deeper into her heat. One of my rough hands slipped up to cup her breast briefly giving it a squeeze. Then crept up to hold her neck and jawline. Her gentle hands held my face.

We stopped kissing. Focusing solely on our movements in meeting each other. All the while glaring into each others souls.

Sharp exhales released from our chests. My heart was pounding. I could feel our pulses, as I clung to her. She was a sopping wet mess, another wave of erotic expulsion was underway for us both it seemed.

She cried my name as I held her, rocking myself into her. Throbbing as I released.

We slipped off the counter in a stupor from what we just did. My mind was boggling. Leah made my heart grow 10 times its size, reminiscent of the Grinch. Leah had strolled out and upstairs to the bathroom after cleaning up the counter and floor, still blushing brightly from our love.

I had a quick thought of Halloween coming soon, and just as I headed out of the kitchen, contemplating what costume I'd get Leah into, I noticed the pots and pans hanging above the island counter were swinging lightly.

Trying not to succumb to my repressed anxiety that had been building up in me over the course of weeks now, I abruptly stopped in my tracks. I quickly fumbled to get my clothes and head upstairs with her.

Nope, I thought.

I'm not going to dwell on what just happened.

As I hurried out of the kitchen, a pot clanged down with a racket! I darted back to the doorway, peeking into the room. It spun to a rumbling gradual stop. I watched on as I heard Leah call down from upstairs, in the restroom, "you alright?!" The shower was now running.

Just as I was about to reply, the sudden crash and chatter of three more collapsed onto the counter, creating a boisterous startling racket that echoed through the space. I jumped back slightly, my brows furrowed.

They fell.

For no reason.

Maybe some questionable force of wind?

Nah, no fucking way. I stared on with guarded disbelief.

I heard my loves footsteps now headed toward the stairs, audibly creaking on the hardwood. I darted into the kitchen, out of sight with the color draining from my face. I hurriedly began hanging everything back up with my hands shaking as I responded, "I knocked my head a little, all good!" I shouted up. My voice betrayed me, wavering at the end. I just don't want this woman to stress.

Whatever just happened, it was unsettling. I was praying it, nor anything else, would happen. There's only so many excuses or thinking you saw something you didn't that can happen so many times until you explode. I am being dishonest if I don't tell her. But, I'm trying to figure this out myself as well.

I will eventually say something, and perhaps we'll call a witch doctor or consider selling the house to get out of here. This all started that night Leah came home petrified after the shin dig at my Dad's. What the hell is going on?

Her mother brought something back with her; the heaviness was strangling at some points.

Now I stood in the kitchen, the air completely still. Half expecting something else to happen. I was losing my wits.

I popped back out of there, hurrying up the stairs to join my love in a blissful shower. I cleaned her and kissed her everywhere. Afterwards, applying coconut oil and honeysuckle oil all over her as soon as we were out. I was already frenzied from earlier. Leah in my arms made me forget about anything and everything. Things would just linger in the background, but for the moments I have her in my presence is good for my soul. She gave me the same delicate care, her torrid smooth hands dancing all over me with intention. I relaxed a bit with that.

I was clammy when we laid together in bed. Leah was so exhausted she hadn't noticed, falling right to sleep.

I couldn't sleep for a while. I found solace in the fact that I didn't have to work until Sunday morning, allowing me some time to rest.

Leah lay peacefully in bed, soft breaths moving her body slightly. Her brown curls stretched out against the pillow, resembling silk cascading around her peaceful face. Soft eyelashes fluttered lightly against her cheek, creating a serene portrait in the moon light. In the stillness of sleep, she appeared like a sleeping beauty, lost in the calm embrace of dreams.

I settled against her comfy mattress laying on my side, facing her, and continued to not keep my hands to myself. Feeling her, my fingers grazed her tender skin with a subtle intensity, a rough caress contrasting to the delicate contours of her gorgeous face.

Gentle movements danced across her slumbering features, coaxing her in a momentary awakening as they stirred, the soft brush of contact prompting a subtle shift in her sleep.

"I love you, Edward," she muttered out tenderly. Exciting me entirely.

I grasped her waist with one hand, massaging her muscles rougher than the mild touching prior. Leah speaking to me was enough to elicit a hard on. Her voice does things to me. She gets my mind off all the other bulllshit.

I just need her so badly.

In the moonlight, her brown skin took on a mesmerizing glow. I cuddled close against her body as she pulled closer towards me like a magnet. As I nestled against her body, my arms enveloping her, I buried my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. The sweet fragrance of honeysuckle enveloped my senses, casting an enchanting spell that transported me to a world of comfort and intimacy. The delicate aroma lingered in the air, creating a cocoon of warmth and affection around us, as the gentle embrace of her scent intertwined with the quietude of the night. My eyes began to roll back as I teased her, lightly kissing, nibbling, and licking her warm skin. My erection was free, jolting up with anticipation.

In case she'd be too tired, I would have to settle for my hand. I don't like it. But, at least I have her in front of me here.

Although, the ever-present unexplained events that have gone down are still harping in the back of my mind. My love eventually woke up, and she was more than happy to partake. She was already so wet for me. My hands were tangled in her hair as we lay side by side, making love. She saturated my cock with her sweet juices as we moaned into each others mouths.

Maybe sex is how I disassociate?

Was a passing thought as we huddled into each other's presence. Embracing our warmth against one another. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my eyelids, each blink a struggle against the pull of weariness. The passing thoughts of the troubling events reverberated briefly, but the call of sleep beckoned irresistibly.

In the soft glow from the moonlight filtering through the curtains, we found solace in the rhythmic cadence of our breathing. The bed is a sanctuary. Everything faded to the background.

With every gentle breath, it drew us closer into the arms of sleep. Despite the echoes of unease, fatigue overcame my senses, and finally I succumbed to the slumber alongside my love.

In the end, I was happy to enjoy my love and not have to use my hand.

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I had just finished a call with my sister, Alice, as I returned to Leah's place from the airport after dropping off Emmett. It seemed Emmett was heading to Miami to enjoy the beaches with someone he had met online. Alice and I had been giggling with each other, hoping, but also joking about the lady being a cat fish. If he showed up there and rather than some blond beauty instead it's some dude with a beer gut, rubbing his bellybutton. We had a good laugh on that. Even referencing the movie Dodgeball. If you know, you know.

The second I walked through the threshold I was already growing antsy, wanting to head over to the VFW to check on Leah, see if she needed anything. Also, to check in and hear how her card game with her mother went. I just wanted an excuse to see her beauty and bask in it for a minute or two. I don't want to bother her while she's working, but, my god she has had my mind in the gutter consistently. I want to spoil her. Every chance I get.

Though, within not even five minutes of me being there I heard desperate pounding on the screen door echoed through the air, urgency in every strike. Reacting quickly, I rushed to the porch to find Jacob in a state of distress, struggling for breath as if caught in the grip of some unseen turmoil.

I unlocked and swung open the screen door with a noisy squeak.

"Hey, man, what's going on?" I asked hurriedly.

Jacob was visibly distressed, and he asked urgently, "Where's Leah?" His fists jammed into his sweater pockets.

"The bar, working," I replied quickly. "What's up, brah?"

His breaths were rapid, and he seemed on the verge of explaining something crucial. "Man," he began, pausing for a moment. "I don't fucking know, dude, I just ran into—uh—my cousin, our—Leah and I's cousin, Emily? You remember her?"

I furrowed my brows, thoroughly confused. "No?" I responded. My mind was still catching up with the present moment.

Jacob began tying up his curtain of hair into a bun, a mix of disbelief and uncertainty on his face. "Dude, I fucking," he paused again, taking a deep breath. "Went over to her apartment to check in with her, 'cause she hadn't been talking to nobody, you know, I was getting worried." His face was beat red, he may have been sweating too.

I nodded, urging him to continue.

"So I knock on the door, boom, boom, boom, nothing. I wait a little bit, then I'm like, fuck it, 'cause I had to be back at the shop to open. Next thing you know, I'm going down the hallway," he said, stepping onto Leah's covered front porch. "I see fucking Sam and Emily come bounding around the corner," Jacob stated, astonished, as if he were reliving it in his head for the first time. "Hand in hand."

My brows lifted. "What the fuck?"

"Yeah!" Jacob exclaimed.

"What the fuck, well what are you doing?" I asked, perplexed on what he was planning to do with the information.

"I am not fucking sure in the moment, honestly I was just so shocked." His expression mirrored his sentiment. His forehead was creased with lines, his eyes darting to me, then back to the road. "I just rushed over here. Didn't matter who I saw first, I had to say something."

"What a scumbag, I always hated that prick," I grumbled. My lips pressed into a thin line.

"I went to school with him, he had a brain made of gravel. Couldn't believe he made it through college," Jacob said, shaking his head slightly. After a brief pause, he shuffled his feet a bit. "Well now that you know, I don't know, should we...Tell her?" I watched his shoulders shrug.

"Right now?" I asked exasperated. "No, her fuckin' brother is comin' out in like twenty four hours, dude, no way!"

"Alright, but, like, we should," Jacob suggested.

"Yeah Jake, but, let's save that shit for now. Let it come about organically. Knowing Leah, she most likely won't even give a damn." I wasn't really sure what the reaction will be, but it may be best to save the info for a later date.

"I don't know man, it's a shocker," Jacob sighed.

"I don't give a fuck, but I don't give it long," I declared.

"Before he strings her out and does the same thing all over again," Jacob finished for me, his eyes glaring straight forward. His arms crossed. "Are you telling her, or?"

I was about ready to rip my hair out. "Dude, I'm just here, you're telling me this in confidence-" but now I did know about it. "-fuck dude you're making me an accessory after the fact, I don't know, she probably won't give a damn."

"I genuinely had no idea what to do," he sounded somber now.

"She will most like not give a shit, knowing Leah," I repeated.

Maybe.

Leah is a fire cracker. And, this nonsense involves family, so I am not able to say what may or may not happen. Plus I remember Leah telling me a little bit about what happened at the coffee shop. She had explained that not only was he an ungrateful scumbag that didn't deserve to breathe her air, but he had gotten someone pregnant. Not only was he fucking whomever, whenever. But this all could potentially be her cousin that he'd been sleeping with for God knows how long. If it's not one thing, it's another.

Not only that and more, but even while I was back east I had heard all sorts of stories from folks about Leah's relationship, little did she know that I'd been keeping tabs on her for years.

"Words will be exchanged," Jacob blurted suddenly, snapping me back into focus. His wide brown eyes staring off.

I laughed his stark words. "Yes, words will be exchanged," I agreed.

"Other than that, it'll be alright. But when should I say-"

"Did you not hear me, Jake?" The back of my hand tapped his shoulder lightly. "Let it happen organically. For now, her brother's coming." He stared at me a while longer. "Just pretend you didn't see anything for now."

"When the time comes though-"

"We will cross that bridge when we get to it," I stated, shrugging my shoulder. My hands rubbed against my forehead.

She shouldn't give a shit. Leah takes everything in stride. That ex fiancé of hers was a piece of shit. And, despite Jacob's insistence on addressing the situation, I think it's certainly best to let things unfold naturally. Leah had enough on her plate. This would just be unnecessary stress.

"Fuck," Jacob sighed, his eyes slightly closing as his big chest let the breath escape. He glanced over at me, and I was still staring at him, flabbergasted at what I'd just heard.

I figured I'd lighten up the mood. "Want a beer?" I offered politely.

He shrugged his big shoulders and muttered, "Okay," following me inside to the kitchen. His demeanor remained troubled. It was clear that this situation was weighing heavily. And, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get even more complicated. Such is life...Good fucking grief.

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