Twenty-Four
B
I wake up Edward with a spectacular blow job and stop him before he can reciprocate. It's not that I don't want him. One whole night with him and I'm already addicted, but we managed to oversleep.
"I need to run by my place and change before we go to Rebar." There's no way I can wear what I did last night again. It's simply unhygienic.
"You don't work until four," he reminds me while we shower.
"We left a mess of dishes and you never finished mopping. I'll come in and help, but then I need to run some errands before my shift starts. Hopefully, the laundromat won't be packed. If I'm late, my boss will ride my ass."
Edward smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. Doesn't make them crinkle in the corners and glisten. Doesn't make my heart flutter in my chest.
"What's wrong?"
"Just wondering how I got so lucky. You're an amazing woman. Caring and sweet." He wraps his arms around me. "And sexy and … mine?"
I kiss his wet chest and nod. "I think I was yours the day you pulled me off the curb. I just didn't know it yet."
He presses his lips to mine, groaning when I grant him access. Our tongues dance as our soapy bodies slide together, his thick cock nestled between us. It would be so easy to give in, but one of us needs to be a rational adult here.
"We have obligations, baby," I stress.
"I know." He presses our foreheads together. "What will it take to convince you to come home with me tonight?"
"Not much. I'm pretty cheap when it comes to you."
Edward loans me a shirt and a pair of shorts so I don't have to put on my dirty clothes, and he drives me to my apartment.
I leave him waiting in the car. Rose isn't home so I manage to avoid the Spanish Inquisition. I texted her last night to tell her I wouldn't be home. We have plans to meet for lunch. She can interrogate me then.
I quickly change out of my borrowed outfit and into a pair of holey jeans and a Nirvana T-shirt, pairing it with my favorite boots. I grab a couple granola bars and Pop-Tarts on my way out because I didn't feel like having grilled cheese again for breakfast and rush back to the car.
"That was quick," Edward comments and thanks me for breakfast.
"Just be glad my roommate isn't home." I chuckle.
When we make it to Rebar, we work quickly, getting the front of the house ready, and Edward unlocks the front door, revealing two of his favorite patrons.
"Cullen," Harry croaks. "We were starting to worry you weren't going to show."
"Sorry, gentlemen. We had a late start this morning," Edward explains.
If they're surprised to see me wiping down the bar neither Harry nor Waylon show it or say anything besides greeting me with friendly smiles. I pour them both beers and tell Edward I'll be in the back, catching up on dishes.
It doesn't take me long, seeing as how angry I was last night. I tend to work quickly when I'm frustrated. After I finish, I join him behind the bar. "Do you need anything else from me before I go?"
"No, baby. Thank you for everything."
"Anytime."
He reaches into his pocket and hands me his keys.
"What's this for?" I ask.
"You said you had errands to run. Take my car. The key to my house is on there. I have a washer and dryer. Feel free to save yourself a trip to the laundromat."
"Edward ..." I say hesitantly.
"I trust you. Take the car and I'll see you at four."
Waylon and Harry are watching intently.
I can recognize that he's doing an act of service, and I can appreciate his love language … but still.
"This is a big deal. Are you sure?"
He kisses me sweetly. "It's what you do when you commit, baby. What's mine is yours."
I nod, and he offers to walk me out, and I say goodbye to the guys.
I might kiss him a lot before I go, and he might just let me.