tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39913683125589553332023-11-16T02:44:34.386-08:00Taste Of The Forbidden EntriesSoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-19355250185544379042012-08-16T10:21:00.001-07:002012-09-02T10:22:42.195-07:00An Innocent Discovery<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Isabella Swan carries a well-guarded secret about the older man she grew up next door to. Edward, who harbors his own secrets, makes an innocent discovery about his little girl's best friend. </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M (Explicit) Genre: Romance Word Count: 9,351 Pairing: Edward & Bella</span></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer: </b>Stephenie owns The Twilight Saga Gazillion Dollar Franchise.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">An Innocent Discovery</span></i></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My best friend Tia and I had spent our last summer before senior year by her pool. Every day, we swam, lounged, and soaked up what little sun our small town had to offer.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I really have to go home," I stand up, grabbing my things. "Charlie is coming home for dinner, and I promised I would cook."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Lucky Charlie," his smooth voice is right behind me as his hot breath blows over my shoulder, startling me. I turn to see Edward standing merely inches from me on his patio. My eyes drop to the way his hands rest in his pockets, and I almost groan. I know the minute he begins to walk will have me soaking wet, most likely to seep through my bikini bottoms right here in front of him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward has a swagger unlike anything I have ever seen before. Whenever I make eye contact with him, my mouth goes dry and I lose the ability to speak. Each day this affliction seems to worsen, and I wonder if there ever come a time when he doesn't affect me this way.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He also happens to be my best friend's father, who works underneath my dad as one of his officers. We have lived next door to them for as long as I can remember. My father, Charlie Swan, is the police chief of our town Forks.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Charlie worked long hours that brought him to bed at night dragging his feet, and right back to work first thing in the morning. As a result, I spent a lot of time growing up around the Masens. It was only my dad and I because my mother left us when I was too young to remember. There was no one at home waiting for me after school, so many of my afternoons were spent with Tia and her family.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to die of embarrassment, standing here in this red bikini Renee got me for my birthday. It is the only suit I have, but it leaves nothing to the imagination.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I somehow manage to garner a smile for him, until I see his eyes noticeably scan down the front of me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Did he just give me the up, down?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You girls have fun today?" he asks, finally stepping around me, and I know I should look away, but I cannot help it. I have to watch Edward's sexy-ass swagger that only he can pull off. There is something about the way that man struts that wakes up my girly parts and leaves my heart fluttering and swoony.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He leans down, kissing Tia on the forehead.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, Daddy," she answers sweetly. "We did, but I lost track of time. Can we hit the diner tonight?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure, baby, go put some clothes on." He brushes her hair out of her eyes. He turns back and winks at me as he struts past, heading back into the house.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It takes every ounce of strength I have to keep control so as not to ogle him. That only worsens when I have to keep up the charade in front of his daughter. I gather my things and enter through the French doors shortly after Edward had. I didn't expect him to be standing next to the counter, his hands gripping it firmly with his back facing me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck," he groans aloud. "I can't handle this bullshit!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I let go of the damn door as it slams, startling him. Edward's head lifts up and he turns quickly. His expression leaves me wary because he looks so angry.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry," I whisper.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes drop to my mouth, then my breasts, down to the dip in the front of my bikini bottoms and back up again. He sighs heavily and then gives me the sweetest smile.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, it's all right." Then he turns, quickly running for the stairs.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Confused, I leave Tia's to make it home in time to prepare dinner. I wasn't about to miss the opportunity to peek out the window and watch Edward walk out to his car with Tia as they left to go eat as well.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Charlie finally arrives, we sit down for dinner; I don't hesitate when he finally asks me during the meal what I want for my birthday.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I lost my diary," I answer, looking up at him. "I would like a new one."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The entire experience today would have made it into my diary, if I hadn't recently lost it. All those years and all those memories of all things I wrote about Edward are just gone. I wrote in my diary everyday, and I am devastated over the fact that I had managed to lose it at the beach...</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He nods. "You pick it out, let me know where and how much, and I will get it for you. Sound good?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Perfect!" I smile, and enjoy the rest of dinner in our familiar silence.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.~.*.~<i>.</i></span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tia and I have been best friends for years. We grew up living right next door to each other. Our friendship only grew stronger after one of the worst days of her life. We were fifteen and had just come home from school, and we heard yelling coming from her house as we walked up the drive.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tia's mother Tanya was yelling at her father, accusing him of having some affair and how she didn't want to live in this town anymore. She screamed that she hated her life here, then announced that she wanted to take Tia and move to Los Angeles.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's voice could be heard for miles.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It will be a cold day in hell before you ever take Tia away from me! And I have never fucking cheated on you! If Los Angeles is where you want to be, then go."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tia ran up the stairs and threw open the door, crying and watching her parents argue. I stood there beside her as we witnessed her father say, "Tanya, I want a divorce. You are no longer welcome in my home, and I have already filed for full custody of Tia."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tia was my most cherished BFF, and I promised her from that moment on that I would be there for her every step of the way.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tia felt torn between them in the following weeks, especially when her mom moved out. A few months later, she and I sat in the den doing homework one afternoon when Tia's father came home unusually early from work.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He had this bright gleam in his green eyes, and that gorgeous half-crooked smile graced his lips. It didn't go unnoticed by me how beautiful he looked that day. His mood was beyond happy, and his grin widened as he walked towards Tia. My eyes fell to what he held in his hand. A blue box from the infamous Tiffany and Co. wrapped in a white satin bow.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He knelt down in front of Tia, who was staring wide-eyed beside me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Daddy bought his little girl something. Baby…you are not going to have to endure going back and forth between your mother and I. You are solely mine, Tia, at least until you are ready to fall in love and leave your old man to find your own happily ever after. You will always be my little girl, and I want you to know that."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He placed the box on her knee, smiling at her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward won sole custody of Tia, and my heart swelled for them both; It meant that I got to keep them both in my life.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I remember watching Tia open her gift; a pang of jealousy hit me when she pulled out a bracelet that had a small crystal heart and a gold charm that says, "Daddy's girl."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She squealed out excitedly, throwing herself at him. I fought back my own tears, watching them as he hugged her tightly and laughed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was days like those that really make me feel unbelievably lucky to have both of them. Since then, Edward's routine had changed slightly, as he had now taken up jogging. He would run every night before dinner, and I relished seeing him return covered in sweat and panting as I watched from my bedroom window.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't think it was possible to fall harder for a man I could never have. I doubted if there would ever be a time that I would get over my feelings towards him. Some nights, I cried myself to sleep because the desire to be with him was unbearable.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I put myself through the most pleasurable torture of sitting at their breakfast table every day before school so that I would get that one chance to ogle one of the sexiest creatures on the planet. I made sure to always arrive at the same time every day, knowing exactly when Edward would walk out of the kitchen, shirtless.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The sexiest man sits there every day, with no shirt, denim button flys hung low on his hips, and that last button always left unfastened, waiting to be done up, as he carried in a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It made every day worth living.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I kept my carefully guarded secret of the crush I carried for Mr. Masen, and I am resolved to the fact that I will never find a guy my own age that will ever live up to him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I coveted every look, every smile, every compliment, and every given opportunity of his touch. I replay every one of these repeatedly in my own mind and catalog it in my diary to read when I am alone in my room most nights.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I've worried that Tia wasn't as naïve as I'd hoped she'd be and wondered if she could see my adoration for her father. Luckily for me, she hasn't seemed to have caught on…yet.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.~.*.~<i>.</i></span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">First thing this morning, Tia shows up at my door bearing my birthday gift. Today I am officially legal, only I don't feel any different than I did yesterday. I sigh, thinking I got away with it passing while no one noticed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't be more wrong.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">An hour later, I am walking behind Tia dressed in a burgundy velvet halter dress that is far shorter than anything I have ever worn before. I admit it is cute, but still, did it have to be so damn short?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tia, you know how I feel about surprises!" I stop walking to demand an answer.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Where are you planning to take me?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, Bella, don't ruin this! I promise – we are going to have so much fun. Everything is already set up, and my dad will be home any minute, so we need to hurry. You don't want to keep my dad waiting now, do you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I narrow my eyes at her, wondering once again if Tia knows more than she is letting on. Especially when she uses the potential of her father's disappointment against me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I give in, following closely behind her as we head towards her house.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why are all the lights off?" I ask.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I haven't been home all day, silly." She laughs, unlocking the door and throwing it open.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"SURPRISE!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shriek, gripping my chest to try to calm the frantic beating of my heart after having the beejezus scared out of me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I look into the sea of familiar faces staring back at me, and I feel my cheeks burn at the very thought of what is painfully obvious.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is a surprise birthday party. I fight the urge to groan in horror.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am brought out of my haze of embarrassment when I feel Tia tugging my arm while jumping and laughing.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You had no idea, huh?" Her blinding smile makes her even more radiant than she already is.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, you little brat!" I slap at her arm. I want to turn around and bolt, but as I scan the room, my eyes land on Charlie, who lied to me about having to work because he is not in uniform but here smiling from ear to ear. He walks towards me, planting a kiss on the top of my head and wishing me a Happy Birthday.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He steps back, and once again my world shifts on its axis that moment my body feels what I know will be him somewhere in this room. My body is always attuned to his presence. I could never understand that.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My blush deepens now that I am standing merely inches from him. I look up and feel as though the breath has been sucked out of me. His megawatt smile that makes my heart skip a beat is even more beautiful now that I am so close to him. My knees weaken, and I am sure to faint if I don't get a grip on myself.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hearing his voice is like the soft feel of velvet against your bare skin while tasting the sweetest chocolate as it melts in your mouth. Every time I hear his voice, everything else ceases to exist.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I cannot move, let alone breathe, as his voice lowers to a soft whisper. My heart launches into a frantic beat when his lips are next to my ear. The words are simple, but when they come from his lips, it is as if he is speaking poetry.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Happy birthday, Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then, for the first time since I have known him, I feel his lips brush against my jaw just below my ear, kissing my cheek. I am so totally stunned, and my entire body ignites like a live wire as if ten thousand volts of electricity have shocked me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank you, Mr. Masen." I look up at him, feeling both bashful but still wanting to throw my arms around him all at the same time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you ever going to stop making me feel like an old geezer and just call me Edward?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I smile apologetically, loving the way he says his own name, and I try it out for the first time. "Yes, Edward."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I watch his jaw drop slightly, his eyes glaze over, and I swear I see longing in those green eyes of his.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Dad! Your gift!" Tia interrupts us and I look down to see the little blue box he is holding in the palm of his hand.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly, I want to cry.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hear people talking all around me, gifts being thrust at me, but I cannot help but watch him take a step back to allow others to congratulate me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I get one chance to make a wish tonight. I already know what it is going to be when I blow out my candles.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All I want is just one night.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I know it is one of those unattainable dreams, but there is nothing wrong with dreaming.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All evening, I would swear that I could feel him watching me. Every time I look over his way, his eyes seem to smolder before someone would capture his attention, forcing him to look away. I am almost certain of it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After saying goodbye to the last of the guests, Tia and Ben drag me out to the garage.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella I need a favor! Ben and I want to spend the night at his place. Can you just tell my dad I am going to go stay with you?" She begs me to lie to her father. Apparently tonight, she and Ben were about to go all the way, and I couldn't be happier for her. I let her convince me, but before she walks out of the garage, she reaches over to her dad's car and pulls his jacket off the hood, tossing it to me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He's cleaning up around the patio. I assume he's still outside so you can toss it in on his bed, but hurry. Try to get in and out quickly."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So now here I stand, in front of Edward Masen's bedroom door, holding his leather jacket.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I knock quietly, letting myself in when there is no answer.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The scent of burning wood fills my senses as the warmth of the room blankets my body. The fireplace sits in the corner of the master bedroom with a pair of wingback chairs facing the burning embers. I look around, awestruck by how comfortable it feels in here. His essence is everywhere, from the large canopy bed on my right, to the jacket I now hold close to my chest. I am so aroused. Just by breathing in the scent of him causes my body to ignite. I can feel my heart skip a few beats imagining him in this very room.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I lift the fabric to my nose and inhale, not wanting to let it go, but I finally relent and place his jacket on the bed. I brush my hand over his bedspread, knowing that this is where he sleeps, and I wonder if he is ever naked when he does. I instinctively rub my thighs together in reaction to the thought.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Did you have a nice birthday?" That familiar, sultry voice calls out, startling me out of my own haze of fantasies. I turn to face the direction where his voice is coming from.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't even see Edward sitting there in front of the fire. His expression is indifferent as he stares into the flames. He is still wearing the jeans he wore earlier this evening, but the black t-shirt that hugged his body perfectly is nowhere around. My eyes fall to his bare chest as it glows in the firelight. I also catch a glint from the crystal glass filled with an amber liquid dangling from his fingertips.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stutter, "I...I uh...am sorry, I didn't know you were here. Tia asked me to bring your jacket up."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You didn't answer the question," he replies firmly, his eyes still unwavering from the flames.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, well, yes…yes, I did. It was wonderful. Thank you so much for allowing Tia do this for me. For using your home, I mean. It was sweet. I had no idea, and I was really surprised." I laugh nervously.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He continues to look into the fire and smiles softly. His silhouette in the flickering flames is stunning.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His voice is so low I strain to hear him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It was my idea, you know."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stand here, heart thundering in my chest as I stare at the most stunning man to have graced the earth, and his admission leaves my mind reeling.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He thought of this?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For me?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come here, Bella, please?" My heart is beating so hard it is about to jump out of my chest. Not wanting to upset him, I do as he asks, moving in closer. I can smell his cologne, and I shudder.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes lazily look towards me now, brighter in the light of the fire. I can see something there, could feel it even more so. I swallow hard and feel my face burn up, and as usual, I drop my eyes bashfully down and that is when I notice it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Something I hadn't seen in weeks and thought was forever lost.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My Diary.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's sitting on his knee. His fingers caress the smooth brass cover over the now very bent lock.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Panic hits me, and I cannot even speak.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His hand comes out towards me, his fingers take my wrist gently and he starts to brush his thumb back and forth over the new bracelet he had just given me. It was the highlight of my night, but my eyes are on my diary.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I didn't take it, if that is what you are thinking. You must have dropped it in my car the day I picked you and Tia up at the beach. I would have returned it, but I admit curiosity got the best of me, so I peeked."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I swallow harder this time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Isabella, I'm not sure if you are aware that you talk in your sleep. On more than one occasion. I have been lucky enough to listen to you speak without the worry of you running off to hide. Believe me, I know how wrong it is to stand around and watch you sleep, let alone listen to your dreams. I began to look forward to those nights that you and Tia had a sleepover. I took whatever I could get from your nocturnal ramblings, and then it was like this fell out of the sky, and suddenly I could read your mind."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looks down at my diary.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes close, and I want to die.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey." His voice is so soft that I give in and look down at his thumb barely brushing the back of my hand while I fidget in front of him, utterly ashamed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What you must think of me," I whisper.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Knowing that every memory, every secret, and every thought I have ever had about Edward was in that diary kills me. I carefully documented everything so I would never forget what was written in my journal, and he has obviously been reading it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All of it...</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I finally look up at him. A smile brightens his eyes and then slowly disappears, replacing the gleam with a furrowed brow and frown.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're worried about what I think of you, when it should be the other way around," he says, taking a deep breath before continuing.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, when all is said and done, I think you will see this differently. I cannot help it, though. I have no control over the direction my feelings have taken, and by the time I am done saying all I have to say, it may change how you think of me after I make a confession."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He sighs heavily, while his eyes smolder looking up at me. "I noticed two things about your journal. First, that almost every entry in it is about me. And second, you started this when you were fourteen. It looks like you never missed a day and I am flattered beyond words. Bella, what I am about to say…I really hope doesn't frighten you. My feelings toward you started to develop around thirteen. Yes, I know what you must think of me, but you see, you captured my attention, and it hasn't wavered once in all these years. It was the year before my divorce, Bella. And the reason why I had the courage to ask for one."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stand here frozen, stunned, nervous, and anxious all at the same time. My eyes are wide as I gape at him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know. That is a lot to take in, but please, Bella, hear me out. You are wiser beyond your years. It makes you seem older than you are. You have this way about you that I swear you were my age sometimes," he chuckles lightly. "It is really easy to forget your age. Please believe that."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stares off wistfully. "I came home from work after a really tough week. You were sitting in the family room alone, and you asked me how my day had gone. I stopped and stared at you, puzzled more than anything. I wondered if you were genuinely interested or just making conversation. I realized it wasn't the latter. You asked because you wanted to know, and the fact that you cared at all was probably the day I realized what I was missing in my life."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He drops my hand now, his long fingers feather through the thick mane of his hair, and he tousles it. I have seen him do this a thousand times before. It is a trademark that I associate only with him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I sat down with you and talked to you. I rambled on and on, and you listened. I could see something in your eyes. Something so simple and then later that night upon interacting with Tanya, I knew what was wrong. Tanya never really seemed to care about anything that didn't revolve around her. Not even Tia took priority. My repeated attempts to tell her about my day ended the same way. Tanya blowing me off, leaving the room, or just interrupting me to tell me about her day. Our marriage had been that way for a while, but it took that one day to force me to open my eyes."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes stare into the flames, admitting things I could not wrap my head around.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The next few months were brutal. My head and my body were fucking with me. I would see you, and I knew I couldn't do a damn thing about the way I felt about you. Bella, if you only knew the turmoil I was in being attracted to you when you were so young! It was wrong. However, that doesn't mean I didn't feel it. I struggled every day. I wanted you in ways that were forbidden. Then one day, I gave into it, realizing nothing was going to change. There was only one answer. I wanted you. It didn't matter what age you were. It was just you. Life has a strange way of playing out. I never would have found you if it hadn't been for Tia. I believe in fate, Bella, so it has to be fate that you are standing here at this very moment, right?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stand here, simply stunned by his confession.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He turns to look at me. His eyes looking for an answer, but he must have seen something else.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Isabella? Am I scaring you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"N-No." I stutter.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You are a terrible liar." He smiles.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A single tear rolls down the apple of my cheek.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I am scaring you, aren't I?" Concern burns in his expression.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I…I…just can't believe it…it's just…I never thought…you are so…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So?" he asks.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Perfect," I breathe the word out, surprised I am so open to admit what I kept hidden for so long.<br />
His eyes brighten, a genuine smile graceing his face, making him even more perfect.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It is not I who is the perfect one, Bella. It is you. It has always been you." His eyes fall to my hand, and he reaches out and takes it again. His fingers trace the shiny links.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"All those years, I believed I was the only one. Discovering your diary was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I had to come up with something to show you memories of you that I held onto. Things that had to do with you. Each charm has a meaning."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I look down as he turns the delicate bracelet around until he comes to the small box charm.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The miniature replica of the famous Tiffany box. I wanted to so desperately to give one to you on that day as well. I couldn't come up with a reason, not until tonight." He moves on to the next one. "The ice cream cone. Fuck, I love the way you lick an ice cream cone. I was sure you caught me more than once staring. It kills me every fucking time." He gave me a naughty smile and then brushed his thumb over the cupcake.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"This is a symbol of today. The day you turn 18. The day that I finally am allowed to let you know exactly how I feel about you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He drops my hand, flips open my diary, and turns it to an already marked page.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stop breathing when his voice reverberates around the room and begins to read aloud my most private thoughts.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">July 4th</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>I spent the holiday with the Masens since Charlie had to work. I miss spending holidays with my mom sometimes.</i><br />
<i>We were headed to the beach for the annual picnic and fireworks show. Edward drove us, and of course, my heart was beating so hard as I rode in the car behind him. His arms looked even larger from all the time he spent at the gym. It rested it on the ledge of the window and I watched fine hairs capture the sunlight only adding more beauty to his flawless skin.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I dared to peek up at him in the rearview mirror, and I was startled to see him looking back at me through his dark Raybans. I was positive that I just caught him staring back at he just smile because I caught him? Was I imagining this?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He flips through, another page of my diary answering the questions I was asking myself that day.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I was looking at you," he says, softly licking the tip of his finger and turning another page. "You were beautiful that day, just as you were every day. Your long, chocolate brown curls tied through red, white, and blue ribbons. I loved the way your hair was pulled up, exposing your neck. The curl in your ponytail left me wanting to wrap it around my hand and give it a little tug. I almost felt like you were intentionally teasing me that day. You were sin, and I wanted to be a sinner."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My breath caught in my throat.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He tilts his head, looking at me from the corner of his eye. "So tell me, Bella. Were you, in fact, teasing me?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't mutter a word if I tried. All I could do is stare right at him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Never mind, I don't want to, nor do I need to know that."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He flips through pages, searching for something.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When he begins to read my words as they flow from his lips, it doesn't sound remotely close to the way I had read them back to myself after having written them.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In my head, I always felt as though I sounded depressed, writing about wanting the unobtainable, but Edwards voice using my words sounded the polar opposite, telling a story with the weight of feelings behind the words.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first day of high school.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fifteen and clueless…sometimes I hate being a teenager.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tia and I planned to dress up, since we were starting our first day of high school. I was nervous enough as it was wearing a fucking dress. Then my day took a turn when something weird happened.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Well, it was more like Edward happened.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stood at the door, holding it open when I arrived. What started out as a normal conversation grew stranger when I watched his eyes literally give me the up and down.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good morning, Bella, you're up bright and early. Come on in,Tia is almost ready." He stepped back and I nervously brushed past him, noticing the heat radiating off his bare chest.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>He shut the door, and without thinking, I turned to look at him. I fought the urge to look down at his sexy as hell chest. </i><br />
<i>I think I have some sort of thing for that man's chest.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The words just rush out of his mouth, all in one breath.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"My God, you're simply beautiful."</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then he is gone, running up the stairs so fast leaving me standing there speechless. Sometimes Edward's behavior confuses me. The entire exchange was confusing, and it was little things like this that leave me wondering what he is thinking. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hell, I don't know...Is it so wrong for me to want him... to believe that he sees me the way that I see him?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then again, I am just a kid.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But he is…Edward.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Always so flawless, so perfect.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His voice devolves back to his own when he stops reading my words, continuing where my question left off.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"There you were, all dressed up for your first day of high school, and I couldn't believe it. I was waiting for you, and as much as I wanted you to grow up, I was blindsided by how innocent and young you really are...were."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stares into the fire, deep inside of his own memories.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I hated myself for having thoughts about you. Thoughts that no man my age should've had. I wanted you, God Bella…I wanted you so bad. If you only knew what went through my head while at the same time battling with my heart. Jesus, you were fucking fifteen. Fifteen! My daughter was your age, and I just couldn't stop the feeling of wanting you. It was like I had no control over what I felt, and I didn't. It took me years to accept that I can't help the way I feel."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He turns his head and looks at me, his eyes growing darker, his tone of voice hardening. "And I am far from perfect. Nothing about me, or who I am, is what any normal adult would call perfect."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looks angry.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's eyes drop down, almost as if in shame. I have this strong need to console him, but his expression softens when our eyes meet again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With a shift in the air, Edward closes my diary and tosses it onto the chair next to him. Setting the glass down on the side table, he pushes himself up to full height, towering over me. My eyes can't look anywhere else but at his body. His beautiful, broad, well-toned shoulders and those tightly packed pecs that I have spent every day before school mesmerized by as I sat across from him are right here in front of me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Images begin to flash in my mind of his skin glistening in sweat moving over top of me, his hips thrusting forward driving him deeper into me, kickstart my heart, and I can actually hear a groan tearing from his lips, imagining the sounds he would make to go with the images.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't see anything else except this man that now stands before me until his voice breaks the spell.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Page Seventy-four."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">'Tia and Ben shared their first kiss today. She couldn't wait to tell me.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is a harsh reminder that I could never tell Tia who it is I really want to kiss. It didn't change the way I felt, because in my mind, no one would compare to Edward.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's lips look so sweet and soft. I hate that I can't stare at them for too long, especially the way his lower lip has this little pout in it. It drives me nuts. A girl can dream can't she?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Is that still true?" He looks hopeful, while his question hangs in the air with the pout of his lower lip.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of course it's true. It has always been true.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I seem to of lost my ability to speak. Just staring at Edward's broad chest close enough for me to reach out and touch, and my God, I cannot look away.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can see my nails raking down the glistening muscles of his chest, slamming into me as I cry out.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Should I ask for permission to kiss you, or should I just do what I have been waiting to do for over five fucking years?" His expression is fierce, his words more so, and I should probably take a step back.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Is he waiting for an answer? Yes. No. God, yes. Just do it?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I am so fucking done with waiting, Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There is no hesitation from him when he steps forward. I can feel my entire body vibrate in anticipation of what I know he is coming after. I try to steel myself and prepare for it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There is nothing hotter than Edward when he is going after something he wants. I have never seen this look, and it is the most beautiful thing to witness.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"If I had known," I admit to him, when suddenly, his eyes narrow into thin slits and he comes to a dead stop on his approach.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't." His tone is sharp, and I can see his anger right there under the surface. "Don't fucking do that to me," he says through clenched teeth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I am sorry." I take a step back, shrinking away from him and think of turning and running away now, wondering what I had just said that garnered that reaction out of him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't you dare tell me that you would have let me have you before tonight, Bella!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But…" He silences me instantly when his hand comes up to cover my mouth, his eyes plead along with his words.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Any other night, but tonight."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As I'm standing there in my confusion, I'm suddenly aware of just how strong he is. In one sweeping motion, he slides an arm under my knees, lifting me as lightly as a feather against his naked chest. The look in his eyes is predatory. He really does plan to devour me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then, just as gracefully as he picked me up, he is now placing me in the center of his bed. My head sinks into his down pillows, and now, I am surrounded in Edward's scent. I can't help but close my eyes and inhale deeper.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love your scent," I admit and slowly open my eyes to look up at him. He is on his knees above me. His eyes move from my lips and then back to me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?" I ask. He is just hovering, staring down at me looking somewhat lost.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't know if I want to listen to my body and devour you, or to do what my heart says. I have imagined me and you and this in my head a thousand times, if not more, and I cannot remember how I imagined our first kiss. It should be sweet and romantic. It is our first kiss, after all."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was the sweetest thought, but there is no way in hell I want romance right now. Granted, I did imagine my first kiss to be sweet too, but right now, in the heat of the moment...it is the last goddamn thing I want.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want Edward in every way. I want him now, and with this new knowledge that he wants it too, I decide to answer the question for him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Devour me." I reach up, pushing my fingers through his soft tousled hair, and grip it gently pulling him down to my lips.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Kiss me the way you need to kiss me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I let him see the longing I have carried every day of every year that I dreamed of this. He isn't the only one that waited so fucking long.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes brighten the moment the words pass my lips.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't even get the opportunity to take one last breath before his soft lips were all over mine. I could smell the bitter brandy on his breath along with a sweet hint of birthday cake.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The wanting and longing for this to happen between us had gone on for far too long, neither of us having an ounce of control left once our lips had found one another's. Edward devours my lips, my tongue, and explores my mouth as he wants, and I allow him to take everything he needs.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward knows exactly what to do and exactly how to do it, and my God, can he do things with his tongue, intertwining with mine. He moans into my lips, finally pulling back. I gaze up at him while both of us suck in air, trying to catch our breath. His chest heaves and his lips lift, giving me that beautiful smirk of his.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I bring my tongue out and lick my lips, taking note that I can no longer smell the cake, but taste it. He drops his forehead, resting it on mine, while the weight of his lower half grows heavier resting against me. I don't know at what point I had opened my legs to allow him to settle between them, but that is where he is now, and I can feel Edward's erection digging into my inner thigh.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That wild kiss plugs me in to him. My body feels alive, as if a current of electricity is pulsing through me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The back of his hand is now brushing along the side of my ribs, and he brings his hand to my face, rubbing his thumb along my lower lip, just staring at me. My heart is pounding insanely fast in my chest when he whispers, "You are so beautiful."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I swallow back that feeling that I am about to cry.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">God, this is everything I could've ever dreamed of. Was I really getting what I wanted?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He moves closer, pressing his lips down along my cheek. He pauses and breathes behind my ear, flicking his tongue out to taste the skin. Is the fireplace growing hotter?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I close my eyes and just feel Edward's tongue gliding along my neck and over my throat, leaving a damp trail in its path. Somewhere along the way, he hits a spot that has me nearly coming up off the bed. My back arches, and an uncontrollable shudder has me grinding my hips up into his.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, my God!" I cry out, surprised by the sensation. The hair on my body stood up everywhere.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stops for second, and I feel him chuckle against my skin.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I need to remember this spot." Then he presses his lips to it, giving it a quick kiss before lifting back up to look back down at me once again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can see his hand moving slowly up, bringing his finger to the edge of my dress as he traces the outline of my cleavage.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I picked this out, you know." he says as his thumb brushed over my velvet-covered nipple. We both watch my body's reaction. His thumb moves back and forth, and it hardens underneath his touch right before our eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hmm...responsive...I really like that." Then his lips are all over mine again, and I feel his hand wrap around my breast as he palms it, squeezing me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A deep moan rumbles from his throat before he continues. "It's soft, like you. This color I chose because I really like that tiny red bikini you wear. It drove me up the fucking wall seeing you in that, but what I loved the most about this dress is the length. Your legs are gorgeous, and it shows so much of your sun-kissed skin." He drives his hips forward, pressing his hardness up against me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You feel so good," I gasp. I had no idea how truly desperate my need was to feel this. Any contact with him...it doesn't matter – I will take it!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, as much as I love you in this dress, I want to see you in absolutely nothing underneath me. I need to just look at you. You really need to be out of it. Will you sit up for a second, please?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I do as he asks. Wasting no time, he has it unfastened, and I lie back.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He peels the halter down, exposing me, and the hair on my arms raises as I shiver. My skin feels so hypersensitive now that I'm finally naked in front of him. It feels exciting and so intense.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Each movement he makes seems deliberately slow. When his hand wraps around my breast, squeezing it while he uses his fingers to knead it, my nipples tighten up from his touch, and my body feels like it's about to jump out of its own skin. All I can think about is his mouth sucking and pulling and licking me everywhere. Then he pinches my nipple between his fingertips, rolling it back and forth, and all thought is gone while I lay here and just feel him as I close my eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward sucking on my nipples is doing the most incredible things to me between my legs. Like the two are now connected. Each sensation travels from my nipple to my clit. I suck in a ragged breath and open my eyes to watch Edward drag his tongue slowly over my swollen, flushed, and puckered nipple as he continues to work on it, wrapping those godforsaken lips around it, sucking and humming as he works it. I start to grow desperate for more. So much more.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I desperately needed his hands to touch me everywhere, because I swear the things he was doing to my nipple had a direct circuit to my clit, awakening every nerve in my body. I feel warm and tingly all over and feel this strong desire to reach down and touch myself. Every little thing that he does with his mouth or hand is creating this building need between my legs, demanding attention, and he still hasn't touched me there yet.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He continues to swirl his tongue around the bud of my hard, wet nipple, his eyes slowly look up watching my reactions.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Touch me," I plead. "Please." I startle myself, having no idea what is driving me to dare and ask for such a thing. All I can think about is what I want. I want Edward. I want to feel him do what I have written about. That is when an idea comes into my head. It is all I have ever wanted, and he is taking too long.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slide my hands up, taking a hold of his face in my palms. He looks at me curiously when I stop him to make him focus on me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You read all of it...didn't you?" I ask, knowing there is no way he wouldn't have. His body stiffens, and his brow forms a deep exaggerated V in the center of his forehead. He looks like he is battling with the devil.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and his jaw flexes as it clenched tighter and tighter in my hands.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I brush my thumbs along his cheek, waiting. The muscles in his forearms strain to hold him up. He swallows hard as I sit here holding him, waiting for an answer.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Whatever battle he is fighting in his mind must have been decided because he relaxes considerably, dropping his lids closed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He moves in to whisper into my ear, "Every word," and at the same time, his hand is reaching up under my dress causing a flash burn along my thigh he just touched. I can hear his ragged breathing in my ear and he starts to speak again while his fingers trace along the edge of my panties.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I knew my hand would never bring out of me what I am sure Edward could. I lacked experience and began to explore between my legs. Thinking about Edward while touching myself left me a wet mess. Edward would surely know how to give a girl an orgasm. His fingers and hands are beautiful. His touch would most likely shatter me.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My mouth hangs open, mesmerized that he can remember another passage, word for word, quoting from my diary.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Is this what you imagined, baby? God, I have been dying to call you baby for so fucking long. I say it in my head all the fucking time." He groans, muttering the last part out now, pressing his nose up next to my ear while sucking deliciously on my earlobe. I feel his hand slip down the front underneath my lace panties, his fingers gliding, slipping with ease along my bare pussy. I am extremely wet, and the sounds of his fingers rubbing along my outer lips, leaves me trembling under his touch. Edward puts pressure up against my clit pushing my lips open, rubbing up one side and down the other.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is unreal.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was right. I was sure that he could shatter me completely. I stopped breathing, sucking in all the air I could gather and held it in, just feeling Edward's hands slip down inside the front of my panties, rubbing me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was the naughty thoughts I had always had that I never thought could be real.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"My, you do get wet, don't you?" he continues, teasing my ear. Words escape me, and I wiggle under him. My fingers dig into his biceps while I buck my hips forward now, wanting more. Always more.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I feel a tug, then hear tearing and a bite cutting into my hips, leaving a stinging sensation behind. My panties go flying over Edward's shoulder and he kisses me harder, deeper than before. His attempt at distracting me is working when he tore my panties right off me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That was what I would have written if I kept a journal," he growls before his lips are all over mine, kissing me hard again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wanted to process what had just happened. His lips were everywhere, sliding his tongue into my mouth kissing me harder and deeper.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My mind finally caught up with the actions, and I realize he did, in fact, tear my panties right off my body and he is moving so fast, backing off of me, grabbing the sides of my dress and yanking it down my legs and tossing it aside. I am laying here completely naked, and when he leans forward, I watch him place tender kisses on the red burn marks left on my hip from my panties.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looks up at me hungrily, pressing kisses down along my inner thigh and is spreading my legs.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His voice changes when he quotes me yet again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Standing there in the front room, his hand explores further, slipping into my panties. Sometimes I imagine it when I wear my gym shorts."</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've never seen these shorts...maybe you will wear them for me someday." His eyes are so dark, and he is so close to the center of me that I can feel the heat of his breath on my pussy.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His nostrils flare and he closes his eyes, inhaling.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I wonder what it would feel like to have him kiss me down there."</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then he presses his lips right over my clit, kissing it just once. His tongue quickly slips into me while his firm grip on my legs keeps them open for him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My mind reels as Edward continues his assault on my pussy with his tongue. God, I can't take my eyes off this glorious sight!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, fuck!" I cry out, bucking my hips forward, grinding up against his tongue, unable to push as hard as I wanted, not finding the leverage with his hold on me. He had me pinned and proceeded to torture me with his tongue, licking and sucking my lips or clit and twirling that tongue of his all around the wet flesh.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The intensity of that need kept growing stronger and stronger. I have felt this before when touching myself, but that is all I ever got – just a stronger need that was always left unfinished. I would wear out before I ever got myself there, giving up, always so afraid to let go completely.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward wasn't letting up, though. I whimpered and bucked into his mouth, crying out. It was going to shatter me. All of it. My legs tightened, and his focus on that one spot next to my clit had me crying out, begging for something. My back arches higher and higher, trying to back out from underneath the intensity of his mouth.. His hands reach up, grip my hips, and slide me back down in one hard yank.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He growls, "Where do you think you're going?" against my pussy, and with a few more flicks of his tongue, I scream and everything around me shatters.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"OH Ffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuu uckkkkkkkkkk!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My body began convulsing and that need felt like it was being flooded with a mix of sensations. My pussy convulsed, my legs were shaking, and I could feel my bottom lip quivering when my body slowly calmed down from my very first orgasm.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am exhausted, heaving in breaths gasping for air, but when I open my eyes, never knowing when I closed them, I see Edward naked, crawling back over me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes were filled with a look that should have scared me. He pounced like a cat, his lips crashing into mine, kissing the ever-loving shit out of me, and I can taste myself all over them. His hands gripped my hips, positioning me as he hooked his arm under my leg, pushing it up while settling himself down between my legs.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I have to have you!" he growled into my mouth. He was almost frantic and fumbling.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He lifts up and slides his hand down, and I watch with him as he grabs his cock and I see it for the first time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I admit I am a little bit frightened, but his movements don't even give me any time to think about it before he is pressing it between my soaking wet lips. I moan out in response when he pushes in, slow at first, sinking down deeper and deeper until he is right there.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I would love to have Edward steal my virginity hard and fast.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He takes my hand, bringing it above my head. He thrusts forward hard, burying himself into me so deep we both cry out together and I can't move. I can't breathe, and I can't do anything but bite my tongue.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Holy shit, that fucking hurts!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slowly look up at him. His eyes are closed, his forehead rests against mine, and he is panting heavily. He winces slightly. His chest is heaving over top of me, and sweat runs down in a rivulets along the smooth lines of his chest.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Just go." I press my lips to his and kiss him, and just like that, he gives in, dropping all of his weight onto me while his other hand slips into mine, now bringing both of them above my head.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His hips lift, and he just looks down at me that slight hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "Show me what you would have written," I whisper, looking up at him, now feeling the tears leak from the corners of my eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You feel so good I want to cry. Bella, baby, I need to fuck you." He pulls back and drives into me, crying out as he does.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So motherfucking good!" his look is feral as he growls between his words. "God, you're tight, and God, it feels like fucking heaven, baby. Pure heaven."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes!" I cry out, encouraging him. I won't let him see my pain. I won't ruin this for him. Each thrust burns, but watching Edward get lost while he burrows his way deeper inside of me is the most erotic thing I can imagine.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He is taking what he has wanted, just as I am giving what I have always wanted.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All of me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His rhythm gets faster, sweat pouring off him, dripping down his brow and leaving the edges of his hair in little wet ringlets. We don't ever look away from each other with each thrust he delivers, and God, does he deliver. I inch up the bed and focus on his muscles driving him where he wants to be, each thrust bringing him that much closer, and I encourage him, pushing forward. He squeezes my hands still above my head and drives himself in so deep that I cry out on that last hard thrust unable to hold it back.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, God!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then I feel a warm squirting sensation at the same time that Edward's entire body stiffens over me. His muscles are so tightly wound he looks like a fucking Adonis etched out of stone perfectly carved and angelic. His abs pulse, his hands are tightening even harder in mine, then his lower half shudders violently as he pulses and comes hard, buried deep inside of me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~*~*~*EDWARD*~*~*~</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I finally got a taste of what I had been yearning for...but I knew...this was merely a sample...</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-9987644854334297532012-08-15T10:19:00.000-07:002012-09-02T10:20:04.488-07:00Battle<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Society would say they should stay away from each other, that their feelings should be denied, but how can something so true and right be wrong? Why should their love be denied because they weren't the first to figure it out? "I'm saying...I'm saying I want to kiss you," she whispered. </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M for mature themes Genre: Romance, Friendship, Angst Word Count: 5,247 Pairing: Edward and Bella</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span></span></div><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer:</b> Character names and all things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. This story contains a relationship that may be deemed inappropriate or offensive to some.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Battle</b></span></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~:~:~:~:~:~</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please. Don't."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>You</i> don't."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I feel like I'm being torn into two pieces. This hurts...<i>so badly</i>. I can't stand it."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's the same for <i>me</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What the hell do we do?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't know. I really don't know."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Can we just...just hold me right right now? Just be here with me, <i>please</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Where else am I gonna go?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I...love you. You know I'm in love with you, right?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know. And I'm in love with you, too. I think I have been for a very long time. I love you so much, and it's just so impossible. It's impossible, isn't it?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you wish you didn't love me?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It would make life...less...complicated."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, it would."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, I don't wish I didn't love you. Loving you, being with you, is the most right thing, even if the circumstances aren't."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't wish it, either. You are my heart. How could that be wrong?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"If only they hadn't..."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~:~</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Instant family, just add marriage.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am now the proud recipient of a stepfather and stepsister. Neither is a great tragedy, I suppose. My mom's new husband, Charlie, is quiet and likes to watch sports and fish. Considering my dad was always too busy to have fun – is <i>still</i> too busy to have fun – I like that I'll have Charlie to watch games with and do outdoorsy stuff. And Bella - well, as girls go, she's pretty great. She's not super-girly, and I've never heard her squeal, gossip, or worry over her clothes and hair. She doesn't stand there weighing next-to-nothing and moan that she's "fat." I can't stand any of that behavior. At <i>all</i>. Thankfully, Bella hasn't acted that way so far. If I have to be stuck with a girl my age in the house, I could do so much worse.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~:~</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When we started our sophomore year, only our closest friends knew Charlie Swan married Elizabeth Masen over the summer. Still, it didn't take long for our classmates to learn Bella and I were now "brother and sister." Nothing changed, really, except that I felt obligated to look out for Bella now. Mostly, she kept to herself or her friend Angela, and I noticed very few guys ever spoke to her. Hardly <i>anyone</i>spoke to her - she was practically invisible. It endeared her to me, I suppose. I wasn't fond of lots of attention, either. I realized maybe we had a little in common.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Things at home were comfortable – my mom and I moved into Charlie's house. Aside from Bella and I having to work around each other's bathroom needs, it was a pretty easy transition. Bella, being the way she was, meant there wasn't a lot of girly junk in the bathroom, and she didn't take too long with her "routine." There was an occasional uncomfortable moment of one of us walking in on the other when we weren't careful. But it was cool – she was laid back. I was laid back. We worked all right. Having to ignore things like pads next to the toilet was a small sacrifice, seeing that Charlie made Mom so happy. All in all, I couldn't really complain.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I never would have imagined I would come to wish for Mom to get another divorce. Yet, not even a year into her new marriage, that's exactly what I wished for. And I hated myself every time I had that thought.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~:~</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tenth grade was relatively uneventful. Neither Bella nor I seemed to be into anyone in our class, though everyone else seemed to discover "hooking up." A <i>lot</i>. I noticed girls, sure. I noticed how some grew taller or filled out that year. Because she lived with me and I saw her every day, I tended to not notice Bella's changes. It wasn't until our summer vacation before our junior year that I really saw how she'd changed. What a mind-fuck that was.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'd slept late and woke to an empty hotel room. Mom left me a note that they were all either by the pool or on the beach. After I found Mom and Charlie by the pool, I took a quick swim before taking a walk on the beach. I noticed the girls - I <i>was</i> sixteen. I noticed the curve of a hip, the dimples above the ass. I noticed the valley between breasts and the hard peaks stretching bikini tops taut. I noticed long necks, toned legs, and flat - and curvy - stomachs. I took it all in, enjoying the wide variety of beauty.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One body stood out, though. Where most of the girls around my age wore bikinis – the skimpier and stringier, the better, apparently - this girl wore swim shorts and one of those tank top kind of swim tops. She was on her stomach, reading a book, showing a beautiful curved back down to a firm ass. She had alabaster skin in a sea of fake-bake, spray-on-orange and too-tanned-leather skin. She wore a wide-brimmed hat hiding her hair, which, given her differences to these other girls, was probably not streaked, highlighted, dyed, or super-trendy. Something pulled me to her, made me want to know her. I wanted to know this girl who wasn't flashy or demanding attention. This girl who didn't buy into tans and loud music and ogling boys.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I decided to sit next to her and say hello, feeling nervous but hopeful.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This girl...this girl was Bella. <i>Bella</i>. Shit.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm thankful she didn't know what I'd been thinking. I'm thankful I said "hello" instead of some pick-up line. I'm thankful I hadn't gotten hard already thinking about this "stranger." No, everything seemed normal to Bella, I think.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't help but feel screwed, though. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop remembering how I'd seen her, was drawn to her, before I knew it was Bella. I couldn't un-know the way just looking at her had made me feel. She was my "sister" for all intents and purposes, but suddenly she was some sort of standard – some sort of perfection I wanted to find in a girl. I knew, intellectually, that it wasn't incestuous to think of her this way - we didn't share blood. But <i>still</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That vacation felt very, very long, and not in a good way.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At home, I avoided her as much as possible. I would hang out with Jay or Em. I would <i>not</i> try to see her undress though cracks in the bedroom or bathroom doors. I would <i>not</i> listen carefully to every sound she made, every conversation she had, every laugh she shared. Not at all.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So screwed.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~:~</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once our junior year began, I was relieved to have the distraction of school, homework, and friends. A distraction from my near-constant mental focus on Bella - aside from driving to school together. But it was short, and we would listen to music. Even though my inappropriate thoughts still plagued me, I learned more and more about Bella's intelligence, her open-mindedness, her intolerance for superficiality and dishonesty. I learned that we shared the same taste in music, that we both preferred baseball to football, and that we both wanted to travel. I learned she missed cooking for her dad now that my mom had mostly taken over that task. I learned that she had a secret thrill-seeking side that made her want to ride motorcycles and cliff-dive.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Basically, I learned she was everything I wanted in a girl. This realization did absolutely nothing to quell my desire for her. I now wanted her intellectually as much as I longed for her physically.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She's so smart. She's so like me in so many ways. And she's so, so <i>pretty</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yes, I was definitely screwed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~:~</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our junior year passed much like the year before, aside from our car-ride conversations and learning every last thing about each other. I came to see her as my best friend as much as someone I wanted everything with. I quietly battled my internal demon, and our year passed uneventfully and pleasant.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That was, until Bella was nearly crushed in the parking lot one icy day before school in February. Tyler lost control of his van and it careened our way, just as Bella rounded the back of my car. I noticed in time to pull her out of the way, but she broke her ankle and hit her head as we fell to the slippery pavement. I sprained my wrist and dislocated my shoulder. Suddenly, we were the most interesting people in Forks, and our quiet anonymity was shattered. Tyler kept apologizing and asking to make it up to Bella. Mike and Eric seemed to take notice of her because Tyler did. For my part, Jessica and Lauren wouldn't seem to stop fawning all over me. I wasn't interested in either of them, so the attention was nothing but an annoyance.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Another annoying thing I was dealing with how I felt about other guys' interest in Bella. I tried to remind myself that I'd always felt protective of her. I tried to rationalize that none of those guys were good enough for her or had things in common with her like I did. I tried to tell myself all kinds of things, but in the end, I was jealous and possessive. Plain and simple. I didn't want them pursuing her or thinking about her romantically. More than that, I didn't want her to like the attention, to want them back, to be interested. I was a dick. I should have been happy for her, but all I wanted was for her to want to spend time with only me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt more and more like shit every time I was happy she turned one of them down. They were persistent little fuckers. She copped to her hurt ankle and general lack of dancing skill as good reasons to avoid the prom and dates. The guys would sometimes ask me what's up –why she didn't seem interested in anyone, and could I work on her for them. I just told them we didn't get in each other's business and let it go at that.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But I knew. I knew, like me, she thought all that high school stuff was hokey and superficial. I knew she wasn't challenged by any of those guys, that their interests didn't interest her. We would vent about the day's advances to each other on the way home, groaning and complaining. We never spoke the words, but we seemed to agree to help deflect unwanted attention from each other.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mom and Charlie didn't say much about the influx of phone calls but would occasionally ask if either of us were interested in anyone. I'm sure they thought we were odd, being more than mid-way through our junior year and neither of us having had a boyfriend or girlfriend. I didn't care. High school was stupid and the people were immature. I'd known them my whole life and was not interested. I <i>did</i> sort of wonder if Bella harbored a secret crush she didn't want to share, though. I didn't ask. I didn't want her to ask the same of me. I didn't want to lie to her, and I sure as hell couldn't be honest about the only girl I wanted.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~:~</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The summer before senior year found us spending even more time together. I worried I was monopolizing her, but Bella seemed just as eager to hang out with me. Since her ankle had healed, we tried to fill her thrill-seeking need a little. We para-sailed while on vacation, as well as tried to learn to surf. Back at home, we hiked and biked and swam in the ocean. She introduced me to some of the Quileute boys she knew through her dad's friendships on the reservation. It was Jake, Sam and Embry who encouraged us to cliff-dive, so we went for it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We weren't crazy enough to jump from the very top, but it was a thrill nonetheless. I'll never forget the look of sheer bliss and pride on Bella's face when we surfaced. I could also never forget how she whooped and lunged to hug me there in the water, how her body felt in my arms, and how tightly she held to me. In all our growing closeness, we'd never shared more than a side-arm hug at the holidays. Holding her to me in the water was exciting. It was comforting. It was the most right feeling I'd had in my seventeen years. Knowing I could do nothing about that feeling was the most suffocating heartache.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Later, we stayed on the beach and enjoyed a bonfire with the Quileutes. We talked, laughed, ate, drank soda and rehashed our daring deeds. After answering the call of nature, I returned to find Bella looking sad and uncomfortable.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What's wrong? Something happen?" I asked.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nothing," she said. She smiled but it wasn't real. "You ready to go? They're probably waiting up for us." She made to stand, dusting off her shorts and fidgeting with her jacket.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, sure," I said. "Do you need to go say goodbye to anyone, or..."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nah, I already told them we were leaving," she said, interrupting.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was quiet on the way home, only talking and smiling as we remembered our dive.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~:~</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She stayed quiet for the next couple of weeks. She wasn't ignoring me, but something changed and it was bugging the shit out of me. We'd never been this way with each other, so I decided to confront her. Mom and Charlie were working. Bella and I were both lazing and reading. I knocked on her open door, hoping we could clear the air.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey," I said.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, yourself," she answered, sitting up against her headboard. "What's up?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I was hoping you'd tell me," I said. I moved to sit on the end of her bed, facing her. "You've been super-quiet ever since La Push, and I want to know why."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her face flushed bright red, and she looked away out the window.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come on, Bella, talk to me," I pleaded. "And don't say 'it's nothing,' or 'I'm fine,' all right? I'm not buying that shit."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, you don't – " she started, but I interrupted.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Look, I know I'm being a nosy asshole, and I'm <i>sorry</i>. I am. But you and I talk. We don't hold stuff in, and something is making you sad. Maybe it would help to get it out?" I asked, hopeful. You shrugged and looked at the quilt, distractedly tracing its designs.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Did one of the guys try something with you?" I asked, trying to keep the disdain from my voice.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her eyes went wide, but she shook her head. "No, no one did anything, you know, 'inappropriate,'" she said.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, what then? What changed?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She huffed. She fidgited. She bit her lip. She darted her eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"God-damnit, Bella, talk to me!" I yelled.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Jacob asked me out!" she yelled. She frowned before pulling up her knees and hiding her face behind them.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Fuck</i>. I knew something went down. I fought to control my jealousy and disgust. I fought to be the voice of the friend and brother she knew. I fought <i>hard</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay...so, what? You were disappointed? Happy but freaked? What's the deal, Bella?" I reached to pull on the ends of her hair draped over her legs.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Can we <i>please</i> not talk about this?" she begged, muffled.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nope. Tell it, Swan. The truth will set you free," I said, trying to smile. I was such a hypocrite. The truth was holding me prisoner. I wanted her to tell. I wanted to know. I didn't want to know. I was scared, nervous, anxious.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not interested in him," she said.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No?" <i>Please, no.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No." <i>Thank fuck</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So...why the sadness?" I asked, tickling her calves. I took any contact I could get away with having. She huffed again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, <i>please</i>," I whispered, begged.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why..." she started. She raised her eyes to the ceiling and thumped her head on the wall. "Why is it that no one wanted me for so long, then suddenly these guys notice me? Why is it that the only guys that want me, I can't stand? Why can't I just be normal and want someone who actually wants me? Why – "</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Whoa, whoa, hold on," I interrupted, holding my hands up in a "timeout" motion. "First, neither one of us seemed to be very interesting until we became 'accidental celebrities.' But whatever the reason, they finally looked. They finally see how amazing you are."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She scoffed, shaking her head.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, you are, okay? You <i>are</i>. You are smart, you have the sharpest wit, you love great music, you have a lot of interests," I said, ticking off each trait on fingers that ached to comfort her. "And...you're pretty, you know? Bella? You're really a beautiful girl." I kept too-honest eyes from hers, staring at my longing hands instead.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're my b – " she started, huffing. "You're...supposed to say that. You <i>live</i> here."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I snort a laugh at her disbelief in the truest feelings I'd ever shared. "No, Bella. I'm not <i>supposed</i> to say anything but what's true. And what I said is all truth. Trust." It was easier to smile then. I stared the truth into her face and smiled wide.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She stared long before dropping weary lids and sighing. "Is there a 'second?'" she asked. "You said, 'first' before – is there a 'second?'"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah. Second, I'm glad you can't stand those guys – they're idiots," I said, mouth twisted, brows raised. She laughed. She laughed, and my heart clenched.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Third," I began.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, there's a 'third' for me?" she asked, smirking. "I feel special."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You are. You are so, so special.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, yes, there's a third, and it's a good one," I said. "You <i>are</i> normal. You are the most normal person I know. There's no rule that says you <i>have</i> to like someone back or give in to them just because they like you that way." <i>Even though I want you to want me back. Against all reason.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But it sucks wanting someone you can't have," she said, defeated.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You don't even know the half of it.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why can't you have him? Or <i>her?</i>" I asked, leaning in and waggling my brows at her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shut. Up!" she said, laughing, smacking my arm.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I laughed with her, then pulled serious. "Why can't you have him?" I asked, nudging her toes with mine. I already felt the sting of irrational jealousy over this guy she wanted, even while feeling vindicated that, for whatever reason, she couldn't have him. I felt awful<i>.</i> I should want her happiness, even at the cost of my own. <i>Dick</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She stared at me then. She looked long and hard, searching both my eyes. She seemed to be working out the most complicated calculus equation while simultaneously translating <i>War and Peace</i> into Farsi. I wanted to look away, but I held fast.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's...not an...<i>appropriate</i> attraction," she said. She looked again out the window, blushing. "And even if it were, I don't think he'd ever feel the same about little, ol' me." She smiled sadly, looking back to me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Something changed in that moment. Something in her eyes made me wonder if maybe I was that complicated equation she was working to figure out. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but I felt that maybe I was the complex translation she was mulling over in her mind. I was the puzzle she was trying to solve. Crazy though it seemed, I felt it. But this was no game. This was something impossible. It was enough of an ordeal that I didn't want to trust my gut. I wanted to feel her out without getting too specific. I needed to know her cards before showing my own hand.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I told you to stop that shit. You're <i>amazing</i>. Get used to it, all right? As for the guy...what makes you think he doesn't harbor the same...<i>inappropriate attraction</i>...that you feel?" I held her eyes. I looked as searchingly in her eyes as she had in mine. I tried to convey all I wasn't yet sure I could say.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He doesn't look at me that way. He can't," she said, shaking her head and shrugging.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Maybe...maybe you just don't see it when he does. Maybe he looks at you the exact same way, Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He can't."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why not?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Because it's impossible. It can't happen. I want him. I want him to want <i>me</i>. But we can't...we can't<i>ever</i> go there," she said, eyes watering, spilling over.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Closer. I feel even closer to this impossible truth I want, yet want to deny. No - I don't want to deny this truth. I only want our circumstances to be different.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I scooted closer to her, lifting a hand to her tear tracks and wiping them clean. "Would it feel better? To know? Would it be better if you knew he wanted you the same way? Would that make it easier or harder to deal with?" I asked, whispering hoarsely. My fingers lingered on her jaw. I knew I was going too far. Giving away too much. In that moment, I was selfish. I wanted to be able to have what <i>I</i> wanted without all the drama. I was insanely jealous that our parents could have each other, but I could not have Bella. I was so angry at them for finding each other before I found Bella. Yes, I was telling too much in my actions, but in that moment, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to have something for myself, even if it was wrong to push.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I think...maybe...it <i>would</i>. I think it would feel better to know I'm not the only one suffering in this," she whispered back, placing a hand over mine, leaning into my touch.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My breath stuttered, as did hers. Our eyes remained locked. I would never have believed in the notion of speaking only with eyes, or knowing a truth just by looking at someone or touching someone, but it was so real. I knew she was talking about me, and she knew I was telling her how I felt about her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He does. He feels the same, I'm sure of it. He burns for you, he agonizes over you, never doubt it," I said. I grabbed her empty hand and squeezed it, not letting go. An eternity passed in the next minute. We stared and soaked in and reveled and awed and wished and hoped and hated and wanted and gave in and gave up.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please. Don't."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>You</i> don't."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I feel like I'm being torn into two pieces. This hurts...<i>so badly</i>. I can't stand it."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's the same for me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What the hell do we do?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't know. I really don't know."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Can we just...just hold me right right now? Just be here with me, <i>please</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Where else am I gonna go?" I turned to sit next to her, putting an arm behind and pulling her tightly to me. I scooched us down further on the bed and squeezed her hard with both arms.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I...love you. You know I'm in love with you, right?" she said, her hand over my heart.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know. And I'm in love with you, too. I think I have been for a very long time. I love you so much and it's just so impossible. It's impossible, isn't it?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you wish you didn't love me?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It would make life...less...complicated."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, it would."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, I don't wish I didn't love you. Loving you, being with you is the most right thing, even if the circumstances aren't."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't wish it, either. You are my heart. How could that be wrong?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"If only they hadn't..."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Is it wrong to be so <i>angry</i>? I hate myself for hating that my dad is so happy with your mom. I hate that they get to have each other, and because of that, <i>we</i> can't have each other. I feel like such a terrible person!" she cried, her voice rising at the end.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shh, I know. I do. Believe me, I never imagined you felt this way, too, but I've been running the gamut of those emotions for a very long time," I said, stroking her hair.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How long?" she asked, tilting her face to me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I blew out a breath. I didn't want to freak her out, but we'd always been honest, and I didn't want to stop now. "Since...vacation last year. Well, sort of. I noticed this beautiful girl on the beach, not like the rest. Her body was stunning, and I could tell she was different, in the best way. I sat down and told her 'hello,' not realizing she was my...she was you." I chuckled humorlessly. "After that, I couldn't stop thinking about you in all the...<i>inappropriate</i>...ways. It really screwed with my head. But then, last year...the car. All our talks. Learning so much more of you. It didn't take long before the physical attraction took a back seat to the other things I began to feel for you." My heart twisted and ached in my chest to remember. It ached that I held her in my arms. It twisted to know this might be all we ever have. "What about you? When did you feel something?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Pretty much from day one, Edward," she said, ducking her face further into my chest. "You were someone I always wanted to know, I had a crush. I almost cried when Dad told me about you and Elizabeth."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I squeezed her to me again and kissed her hair. We stayed that way for minutes - long, tortuous, perfect, agonizing, beautiful minutes - pressed together and binding our longing and want and regret. After a while, she spoke, stroking my jaw.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Is it wrong to still want this? This impossibility - is it terrible that I don't want to let go of it?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What are you saying, Bella? Do you want...somehow...do you – " I said, confused. "Nothing about being with you feels wrong except the circumstances surrounding our parents. You are <i>not</i> my sister. You are my best friend, and you are the woman I love and want."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But the world sees us as brother and sister," she said.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck the world," I said.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's how I feel," she said quietly. "I just want to have what everyone else is free to have. I feel too stubborn to believe that we 'just can't' because our parents married each other before we figured this out between us."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So...what do you want to do? I thought you were torn in two?" I asked.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't know – being here with you like this, finally – I feel a tiny bit put back together. You just feel right, and it can't be wrong to feel this right. If our parents weren't married, this would be completely perfect. Accepted. Encouraged."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes. But it's that one detail that could alter the way the whole world chooses to view us. We <i>will</i> be judged. We <i>will</i> be tried by a jury of our peers, and we <i>will</i> be convicted of doing something wrong. You<i>know</i> we will. Not to mention, Mom and Charlie won't be okay with this in any universe," I said, petulance and remorse lacing my tone.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She stayed quiet for a few moments. She continued to stroke my chest above my heart. I kept my fingers running through her hair and my hand running up and down her arm.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Just...dammit. I know, I <i>know</i> I shouldn't, I'm opening up a can of worms, but I can't not, Edward, I can't <i>not</i>..." she trailed off, shaking her head.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, you're not making any sense. What are you trying to say?" I asked, turning her face to mine to see her eyes. She stared back at me, inches away, working that equation again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm saying...I'm saying I want to kiss you," she whispered.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I practically moaned at her simple, innocent declaration. I wanted it, <i>so much</i>. I wanted more than her kisses, but I never believed I could have even those. "Bella...I," began, swallowing hard, mouth dry. "I want that, so much. But-"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, no buts – please give me this, <i>please</i>?" she scooted closer to me, our mouths so close. I felt her sweet breath against my lips, and I did moan a little. I knew what the world thought we should do, but I knew in our hearts this was right. I knew no societal convention or rule could stop this love, and in that moment, I would have moved mountains to have what I wanted. I hesitated not one second more and closed the distance between us.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The kiss was everything I'd ever hoped for and more. How so much feeling could be conveyed by the simple act of lips on lips, I'd never understand. But I felt it all. We felt it all - all the longing and want and wishfulness, all the sadness and denial and impossibility. It all came together and mingled with our breath and our lips and our tongues. Our hearts flew and our breaths were short, and we loved each other so sweetly in that kiss. It was a kiss of promise and desire and hope and maybe and someday.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pulled her on top of me, and she moved to straddle me. We rocked and moaned and kissed and found a little bit of peace in our fucked-up reality. We gave and we took, we pushed and we pulled and we just<i>were</i>. All the world fell away until all we knew was this moment: boy, girl, kiss, touch, love.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What are you <i>doing</i>?" a pained, incredulous voice asked, shattering our bliss.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We froze. We tucked and buried faces and tried so hard to find that little bit of peace, but it was gone.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I knew an epic battle was on the horizon, but I vowed to myself that come what may, we would be together. It was <i>right</i>. It was real.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love you, and we <i>will</i> be together. Stand up and fight with me."</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-22445620748474781162012-08-14T10:17:00.000-07:002012-09-02T10:17:35.865-07:00A Taste of Innocence<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span> <div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A look of sweet innocence, a touch of desire. That's all it took to make Edward want to rescue this beauty from the clutches of his philandering father. </span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance Word Count: 3759 Pairing: Edward and Bella</span></div><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dark chocolate brown glanced around nervously as she clung to the arm of the man near her. It was obvious she was not used to the glitter and glamour surrounding her. She was just another trophy for him. I'd seen the long line of hopefuls on multi-billionaire Carlisle Cullen's arm. I would know, after all – I was his son. But this one was different. The look in her eyes and shy smile screamed innocence. I couldn't let him destroy her. I had watched how he'd manipulate, use, and then discard the women he dated. He only loved one woman, and that was my mother. She passed away when I was ten, and ever since, then Carlisle had played the field, never settling down. I had first felt sorry for him, but the last few years had made me realise that what he was doing was wrong. I had warned him numerous times about his extracurricular activities, but he always stated that the women knew what they were getting into. He was right on that front, since it was no secret that he would only date a woman for a short time and then let her go.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But the beautiful woman by his side today felt all wrong. She didn't seem to be his usual style. Dressed in a long emerald dress, she looked like a goddess. The cut was not too revealing, but it failed to hide the voluptuous curves with begged for a man's touch. I felt a tightening in my groin. I wanted her. It was an uneasy feeling, and I felt that what I was about to do was all kinds of wrong, but I didn't want her to have any illusions about Carlisle's intentions. I was only going to distract her and confuse her so that she would leave him. Carlisle was not going to be happy with me. But this would be the first time that I ever defied him. To be honest, he was a good father, and I never questioned his business acumen. I was the perfect son following in his father's footsteps, although I never cared for trophy women. My relationships were all real – well, next to non-existent at present due to work pressure.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was going to defy him today. I tried to convince myself that what I was doing was right. I was no longer under his shadow. Today, he had handed over the reins of his company to me. I had worked hard for that position. My father's voice brought me out of my musings.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Isabella, meet Edward Cullen, my son." He turned to her and motioned to me.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, meet Isabella Swan." A shy smile spread across her angelic face.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's nice to meet you, Edward." She offered a tiny hand, and I couldn't resist planting a soft kiss on the back of her hand. I was shocked at the powerful shudder that shook my frame at the touch of her hand in mine. It was as if an electrical current had passed through us. The bewildered look on her face confirmed that she felt it too.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's a…a pleasure." I smiled my most dazzling smile at her, trying to cover my confusion. Women had labelled it a panty-dropping smile, and I was not above using it to make this woman mine. Right on cue, a beautiful blush covered Isabella's porcelain skin. I felt myself holding my breath.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Cut the crap, Edward," Carlisle chuckled, shaking his head. I stood with them for a while, talking to others who came to congratulate me or Carlisle on the successful transition. Today's function was all about celebrating the exchange of power between Carlisle and me. He would still be my mentor, but I would be running the company from this day onwards. Carlisle wanted to retire to a quiet life and go fishing. I huffed at that thought. Somehow, Carlisle and fishing did not seem to mix. One of our numerous well-wishers dragged Carlisle away to talk to another. This was the opportunity I was waiting for all night.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Would you care to dance, Miss Swan?" I turned to the beauty beside me. Isabella smiled at me.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Only if you don't mind getting trampled." Her soft voice was barely audible.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why is that, Miss Swan?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, to be honest, this is the first time I've ever been to a function like this. I have no idea how to dance." I frowned. I was right about my assessment of her inexperience. I wondered where my father met her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then let me introduce you to the joys of dancing."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't let me fall, Mr. Cullen." She had a concerned look on her face as I led her to the dance floor.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward. You can call me Edward," I muttered distractedly, as once again I felt the strange connection between us when I held her hand.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward." The sound of her voice whispering my name sent a strange thrill down my spine. I didn't go to question it. I slowly led her to the dance floor, which was now very crowded.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pulled her close to me, and the same tingle that passed through my body when I first touched her made an appearance. I was instantly hard. I had never had this reaction to a woman before, and I was shocked by what was happening to me. I pulled her even closer but made sure I didn't touch her with my erection. Hopefully the folds of her dress would hide my little problem from the dancers around us. I was acting like a school boy. I tried willing myself to calm down. I decided it would be better to try to focus on something else expect her proximity to me.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, tell me about yourself. How did you meet Carlisle?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I work as a legal assistant at Cullen Enterprises for my internship. I'm studying to become a lawyer."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's impressive. How old are you, Isabella?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You are not supposed to ask a lady her age." Oh shit! Why was it that I was forgetting common courtesies when I was with her?</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be offensive," I apologised.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't mind. I just turned 21. What about you?" I smiled down at her. She was not pretentious, and I felt that her earlier reprimand was just banter.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm 26. I'm sure it's written all over the tabloids." I gave a harsh laugh. My life was an open book, and the gossip mongers were trying to have a field day with me, just like they did with my father. That was why I had avoided women like the plague the past few years, not giving them any ammunition to slam me.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh I don't get the time to read them. Anyway, most of the stuff in there is not true." She was wrong there. Most of the stuff about Carlisle written there was mostly true. He provided them with their content. I wondered whether they'd go out of business if he quit his current philandering ways.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, you should know that there is never smoke without a fire. You don't have to believe everything you read, but some of it is based on fact."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you think so?" A worried frown crossed her face.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't think so…I know so." I gave her my all-knowing look. She was hesitant to form the words she wanted to ask next. I could see it in her expression.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What is it, Miss Swan? You can talk to me."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's Bella."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"My name is Bella. You can call me Bella."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella." I tested her name in my tongue. It felt right.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you think…I mean, do you think that what they write about your father is true?" Worried brown eyes met mine.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What do you think?" I didn't want to come out and say it. I searched the room around us. Maybe I could show her. I was right – Carlisle was already wrapped intimately around a blond bombshell dancing around in one corner. I showed him to Bella with my eyes.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh!" She gasped in shock.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, oh," I chuckled, but it was not in humour.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I…I think I want to go home now."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh come now, Bella. We just met. And I promise you that I'm nothing like him, and I want to show you a good time tonight." I smiled my crooked smile at her. This one was supposed to be my endearing smile. I know I was going way out of line, but I just didn't want her to leave even though it was now very unlikely that she would pursue a relationship with Carlisle.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't know." She seemed hesitant.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What is there to know, Bella? Please stay with me. I'd like to spend the evening with a beautiful woman." Her chocolate eyes seemed surprised.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You think…you think I'm beautiful?" she stammered, now blushing a very enticing shade of red.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Isabella, you are one of the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was not lying – she was breathtaking. She leaned against me, hiding her face in my chest. The gesture was so sweet and innocent. I held her closer to my body. She suddenly gasped and looked right up at me and then blushed a heavenly red, hiding her face once again against the lapel of my tuxedo. What was that all about? Then I felt it. She rubbed against my erection. It was then that I realised she must have felt me. She didn't seem to pull back, so I discreetly moved against her, making no secret of why I was holding her so close. She sighed, and the hands that were now around my neck tightened. We didn't speak – just held each other close. This moment was surreal. I made no movement to drag her closer or rub more intimately against her. The slight friction was all I wanted to feel. I was a man with needs, but somehow my pleasure took a backseat when it came to this woman. I was more than satisfied just holding her tightly to me. After a while, as the music moved on to a faster a beat, I let go of her, moving her according to the new tempo. It was then that her eyes suddenly widened. I looked over my shoulder, focusing on what got her attention. Carlisle was groping and kissing or more like devouring the blond he was holding.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, I want to go home. Can you call me a cab?"It was already late, and I really didn't want to let her go at least without getting to know her more.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll take you home," I said without hesitation.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't want to trouble you, and it's your party."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I chuckled humourlessly. "Bella, it's late, and most of the others have already left. I don't think they'll miss me now." I nodded my head towards my father, who was the only one who would miss me. And an SMS would take care of the good byes there.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, if you are sure." She smiled her sweet smile at me.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sure." I took her to my car and asked directions to her place. Once we arrived, I got out and opened her door for her. At least Carlisle taught me gentlemanly manners. I chuckled darkly at the thought. She took the hand I offered and slowly got out of the car.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"This is it. Thank you very much, Edward, for bringing me home." Her shy smile met mine, and I felt like I was on my first date. She really did bring long-lost feelings inside of me. I had hardened myself in to a cold, unfeeling businessman over the years. The corporate world was not a place for naivety, and I tried to abide by the rules.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It was my pleasure. Shall I see you up?" I didn't want to let her go just yet. I wanted to know where she lived.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, yes. Thank you." She led the way up a staircase in the small apartment complex and came to a halt outside her door.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, here we are." She smiled again, and I had an irresistible urge to kiss her. I leaned down and kissed those pouty pink lips I had been eyeing all night. I didn't expect the shudder that overtook me or the mindless need in me to deepen the kiss. She was right there with me, kissing me as if her life depended on it. I probed her lips, and she opened for me. As I played with her mouth, I gripped her hips, and I couldn't help pushing my need aggressively against her. She met each push with a nudge of her own. It was clear that she was as eager as I was. I moved my hands over her body, cupping her right breast over her dress in my hand. I wanted her. I needed her. It was the sound of a door banging somewhere in the vicinity that finally brought me back from my passion-induced haze. We hastily pulled back from each other.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, we should stop. I'm…err sorry for… acting like this." I ran a hand through my now-messy hair which moments before had felt her touch.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I…err…I didn't mind." She wasn't looking at me, and she was blushing furiously.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I…" I cleared my throat. A lump had formed there. I didn't want to go. I should get her number and call her up some other time.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I… had a great time."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Would you like to come in for coffee?" Bella's whispered words made my heart hammer wildly in my chest. This was almost the universal code of prolonging the evening, and I was prepared to grab at any strings offered right now.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, sure. That'll be great." I stammered. What was the matter with me? Where was the smooth talking businessman? What would Carlisle think of me? Yeah, right – way to go, Edward, you've gone home with his date and now you are trying to get into her pants. It's not the time to worry about what he would think. I took a deep breath and followed Bella in as she opened the door. I barely had the time to look around once she locked the door when she pounced on me. I couldn't hide my surprise. She grabbed on to my lapels and pushed me back against the closed door, kissing me aggressively. I didn't think she had it in her. Who was I to resist her? I kissed her back with equal passion.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want you, Edward. I want you so bad." Oh my God. Her voice was husky and filled with need. She pulled at my jacket, and I pushed it off my shoulders. I moved my lips to her collar bone, sucking on it and tracing the neck line of her dress.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want you too, sweetheart," I admitted. I barely recognised my own voice. I reached for the zipper of her dress, pulling it and pushing the straps of her dress so that it fell to the floor. The sight that greeted me took my breath away. She wasn't wearing a bra, and dusky pink nipples pebbled as I watched. She was wearing only a red thong under her dress. Her alabaster skin looked flawless in the moonlight shining in through the window. She had not even bothered to put the light on.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You look stunning." I ran my eyes greedily over her almost-naked body. She blushed once more. It was like she was two people – the aggressive seductress from a moment before was nowhere to be seen now. She just stood there, her hands nervously entwined in front of her. When she moved to cover her breasts, I stopped her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, honey, I want to see you." I leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, and once again the seductress was back. She grabbed me and moved her lips against me in hunger. I heard the sound of buttons getting strewn all over the carpet when she tore my shirt off me. Her soft hands hesitantly moved over my chest.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Where's the bedroom?" I needed to get her there soon. I wanted to be inside of her. She pointed towards the hallway, and I carried her bridal-style to her room and lay her down on her bed. I couldn't help just standing there looking at her beautiful body spread out for me. She immediately moved to cover herself again.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, no, sweetheart." I nodded my head.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You are wearing way too many clothes, Edward." She glanced shyly at me then looked away.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, I can remedy that." I quickly took off the rest of my clothing. I hesitated when I reach my boxers, but she wasn't looking at me. She had covered her face with her forearm. This only made her breasts to get more prominently displayed for me. I was sure she was unconsciously being seductive. I could hardly breathe I wanted her so much.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Now, you sweetheart, are the one with too many clothes." I moved over her and fingered the hem of her thong. She moved her hand and gasped, blushing again when she saw my now very hardened, throbbing erection. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away. I was surprised by her gesture. Was she scared? I knew I was well-endowed but nothing to make her concerned.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What? Don't you like what you see?" A slow smile spread across her face.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh I like it, Edward. You are a very handsome man." My little seductress was back. She finally met my eyes. I was shocked at the intensity of her smouldering gaze. I wanted her so bad. But first I wanted to worship this delectable body of hers. I kissed her deeply on the lips and then trailed kisses down her jaw. She moaned and traced lines on my back. I loved the tingling caused by her touch. I moved down to her neck and then down to her collar bone. Finally when I took one of her pink tips in my mouth. She called out my name, bucking her body against me and pulling my hair. Her eyes looked down at me in amazement. I sucked on both of her nipples, blowing on them and watching the goose bumps rise on her flesh. I was too hard to take things slower, so I moved down her body, finally reaching my destination. I once again looked up at her, asking for permission to remove her thong. I could see that the fabric was now drenched through. She nodded her head and sighed as I slowly removed her last piece of clothing. Soft brown curls hid her secrets from me.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I urged her thighs apart and reached down to run my fingers through her swollen folds. She gasped and bit her bottom lip. It was so endearing and sweet. I wanted to taste her. I leaned down and ran my tongue over her glistening folds.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh God, Edward! What are you doing?" She tried to close her thighs.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You taste delicious, sweetheart… please let me..." She looked scared and bewildered.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You, err… you want to?" She seemed so unsure, and it was obvious that this was her first time receiving oral. I was surprised that no one had bothered to go down on her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, very much. Can I?" Once again, she nodded her head and braced herself on her forearms watching me in wonder. It turned me on more to see her eyes on me when I touched her this intimately.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I licked and teased her, bringing her almost to the brink again and again. Then finally when I sucked on her bundle of nerves, she came, calling my name. She was magnificent in her pleasure. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I wanted her now – I couldn't hold out much longer. I quickly sheathed myself in protection and moved over her, asking her the age-old question before mating. Molten chocolate orbs filled with desire met mine and silently nodded yes. I couldn't wait to be inside of her and thrust into her in one smooth stroke. It was then that she screamed my name, this time not in pleasure, and I froze mid-stroke as I felt myself break through her barrier. Oh God! She was a virgin. When I moved to pull out, she held on to my hips, not letting me move. It took a moment to calm myself down enough to form words.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella! God, why didn't you tell me?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I thought you'd stop."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of course I would have stopped." I let out a harsh breath.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I didn't want you to stop, Edward. I still want you."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I… don't know what to say. Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Just… just give me a minute." I held still, slowly leaning down to place soft kisses on her face.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's okay now. You can move." She told me a few moments later. I tested myself and slowly pulled out, thrusting in again. She moved with me, encouraging me, and soon I could see that she was no longer frowning and her face was once again filled with pleasure.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Faster, Edward, I think I'm close…oh God…oh God…" She bucked her hips into mine, screaming my name, once again lost in the throes of passion. This time, I joined her. I fell against her side, slowly coming out of her. I hugged her, placing a loving kiss on the top of her head. She sighed, leaning into kiss me on the lips.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank you, Edward. That was… God, that was amazing."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I agree, sweetheart." I took a deep breath. I had to tell her the truth. She deserved it.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You… you, my sweet angel, are the best I've ever had." Her eyes lit up and her smile was brilliant.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Really?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, really. And I am not going to ever let you go." She laughed.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, love, will you go out with me?" I asked after a few minutes. I wanted things to be out in the open. I wanted her to know I needed her in my life.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, Edward. I would love that." Once again, the sweet, innocent smile I loved spread across her lips, now swollen from the forbidden kisses I had stolen from her. Well, hopefully not forbidden to me anymore.</span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-18625785845541266372012-08-13T10:14:00.001-07:002012-09-02T10:17:52.681-07:00Just One Night<div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward desperately wants his wife's younger sister, Bella, and she wants him too. Neither want to cheat and tear their family apart, but their desire is overwhelming. They decide to have just one night together to get the lust out of their systems. But will it be enough? </span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance and Drama Word Count: 10,238 Pairing: Edward and Bella</span></div><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Excuse me?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward Cullen looked up from the sales desk to see a stunning brunette in her late 20s standing in front of him. His groin tightened as he took in her huge, dark brown eyes, long, dark chestnut brown wavy tresses, creamy skin, full and pert bouncy rack, tiny waist and endlessly long legs. She was perfection wrapped in a simple, chic navy blue sundress printed with a fashionable Union Jack across the bust and Chanel sunglasses pushed into her hair.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Err...hi." He stuttered out, before scrambling to his feet. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt such overwhelming desire. "Welcome to Green Park Music. How may I help you?" He felt his face grow hot as her deep chocolate eyes swept over his tall, broad and lean frame. He ran his hand through his floppy coppery hair nervously.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm lost. I'm trying to get to Mount Street," the brunette said in a soft, slightly breathy voice. "I was intending to use the sat nav app on my mobile phone, but the battery died." She smiled at him sheepishly and then bit her lip, and Edward's semi suddenly went full mast as waves of desire came over him.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No problem." Edward gritted his teeth against the almost painful hardness and drew a map for her on a piece of scrap paper.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank you so much!" the brunette exclaimed when he was done. "I'd have been wandering around for hours if it wasn't for you!" She suddenly leant forward and kissed him on the cheek.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was assaulted by her scent. Strawberries, freesia, sun-cream, and some other magic. He'd never smelled anything or anyone so irresistible. He gripped the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles went white. She glanced down, and her cheeks coloured as she spotted the band of gold around his left ring finger. Her smile disappeared for a second before returning.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're welcome," he almost whispered as she moved away.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She grinned at him before walking towards the door, swaying her hips as she went. When she was finally gone, Edward groaned out loud and hurried to take care of his pressing problem.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Five hours and two self-induced orgasms in the staff toilets later, Edward sent his employees home and shut his musical instruments shop for the day. He had, until just over a year ago, worked in advertising and marketing, but the shop had been a dream of his since his teenage years. Following the death of his multi-millionaire parents, Elizabeth and Edward Senior, eighteen months earlier (they had died in a boating accident in Australia) he had inherited enough money to give up the soul-stealing job he hated and open the store in the heart of the luxurious central London district of Mayfair.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward had hired a manager so that he could work more flexibly in order to spend time with his wife, Jessica, and their daughter, Alice, who was thirteen. However, he hadn't realised that while he was working 80 hours a week in his thankless job, Jessica had been busy too. She had a full weekly programme of volunteer work, charity events, luncheons and exercise classes, none of which she was prepared to give up to spend time with him. Alice, too was busy from 7 am when she had ballet practice before school, to 7 pm, thanks to a plethora of after-school activities including ballet, contemporary dance classes and yoga. Feeling redundant, Edward threw himself back into his new business and as a result, the store was doing far better than he originally anticipated.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">An hour after closing up shop, Edward arrived at his home, a townhouse in the leafy London area of Hampstead. Alice was clearly not back, for there was no cacophony of hip-hop blaring from her bedroom.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Jess?" he called out as he made his way through the house.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We're in the garden!" she yelled back. Edward wondered who she meant by "we." He hoped it wasn't another one of her vapid, plastic bimbo friends from her aerobics class. They had nothing interesting to say and eyed him like a piece of meat, although Jessica never looked at him that way. Not anymore. Not for years. Jessica was sat on the patio at the outdoor table with her friend, whose back was to Edward. He could only just see the top of her brunette head.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey," he said as he approached.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hi, honey! Bella's staying for dinner. I hope you don't mind!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of course not, dear."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He had forgotten until that moment that Jessica had been meeting her younger half-sister for lunch today. Isabella was the daughter of Jessica's mother, Renee, and her second husband, Charlie, and was six years Jessica's junior. When Isabella, or Bella as she had preferred to be called, was three, Renee left her second marriage like she had left her first, and moved to California, where she still lived, having married her third husband, the much younger Phil, when Jessica was 15 and Bella was nine. Charlie had moved back to his hometown of Manchester from London after his divorce from Renee, taking Bella with him, so she and Jessica had not grown up close.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward vaguely remembered a scrawny, awkward, dark-haired teenage girl with braces from his wedding but had been so nervous about marrying his college sweetheart and his impending fatherhood at the age of 22 that he had gotten blindingly drunk, and most of the day was a blur. A year or two later, Bella left for university in California at Berkeley, sponsored by Renee and Phil. She lived there until two months ago when the large software company she worked for in Silicon Valley as a financial analyst transferred her to London.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Over the years, Jessica had kept in touch with Bella through phone calls, emails and more recently, Skype, and when Alice was five, she had taken her out to California to meet her aunt. Edward had been working on a big ad campaign at that time and hadn't been able to go.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hello, Edward," a soft, hauntingly familiar voice murmured. Edward whipped round to see that the voice's owner was indeed the brunette who had possessed his mind since lunchtime.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hi...err...Bella." She stood up and wrapped herself around him in a hug. Edward suddenly felt like he was on fire. He was surrounded by her warmth, her luscious smell, the feel of her skin.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's so great to see you again, although you probably don't remember me," Bella said, a slight smirk on her face, clearly referring to their earlier encounter.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Err, of course I do," he replied. His green eyes met her brown ones, and for a split second he was held there, frozen in her gaze.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, we've had the best day catching up! We went for lunch at Scott's, and then shopping at Liberty and Selfridges, and then I insisted Bella come back to meet you and Alice and stay for dinner." Jess chattered away excitedly, oblivious to the tension between her husband and younger sister. That wasn't unusual for her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jessica Stanley-Cullen was rather self-centred, having grown up the only child of a businessman who doted on her and indulged her every whim by way of compensation for the departure of her mother. She was quite pretty but had become vain under the influence of her superficial friends, and was now near-obsessed with her own beauty. Her light brown-coloured fine hair, inherited from Renee, was expensively highlighted blonde. She eschewed her natural English Rose complexion in favour of regular trips to the tanning salon. She hadn't told Edward, but she'd been having Botox and Collagen injections for years. She spent her time volunteering and doing charity events but only in order to improve her standing amongst her social circle.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Wonderful. What are we having?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, I just had my nails done, so I'm not cooking tonight. We're ordering Thai food."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward groaned internally. Jessica rarely cooked anything from scratch, and Edward hated the stream of microwave meals and take-away food she provided. He was able to cook and did so competently when he was home and had time, but this was the exception rather than the rule.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Great," he replied in an off-handed way. Jessica did not notice, but Bella did.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">-j.o.n.-</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward may not have remembered much about his wedding day, but Bella Swan did. She had not met her older half-sister's fiancé before, so it wasn't until she was sat in the church that she laid eyes on him, the most mesmerizingly handsome man she had ever seen in her sixteen-year-old life. He had been nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to another, pulling at the neck of his shirt, running his hand through his unusual, unruly penny-coloured hair. Bella had never really felt a strong sexual attraction before, and it had taken her completely by surprise. As she checked out his lean, broad-shouldered, 6'2" body, her breath quickened, her nipples tightened and moisture pooled between her legs. She had wanted him, her sister's soon-to-be husband, and badly.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She had cried when the minister pronounced Jessica and Edward married, pretending to be happy for her sister, but really, they were tears of misery and confusion. When Alice was born five months later, Bella had deliberately chosen a time to visit when she knew Edward would be at work. Not long after that, Bella accepted her mother's offer to pay for university in California.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">UC Berkeley was good for Bella. She thrived in the environment. She paid more attention to her appearance and learnt to play up her assets without going over the top. She ditched her ugly braces. She took up yoga and swimming, and her skinny body became toned and smooth. She was never shy of male attention and developed more confidence as her sexual experience grew. However, no guy she met had ever turned her on the way her sister's husband had.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When she was offered the transfer to London by her employers, she thought of Edward first before accepting it. She wanted to see if he still affected her, and the vixen in her wanted to see if she could affect him. Thanks to Google, Facebook and Jessica's chatter, Bella knew where Edward's shop was and decided to pop by on her way to meet Jessica for lunch for the first time since moving to the big city. She knew Jessica was coming from a manicure appointment, so there was no chance of running into her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward clearly didn't remember her, but she was delighted when he fell over himself to help her. She saw him check out her figure, and a thrill went through her when she looked into his green eyes and saw them full of desire and want. For her. Just the sight of him, even after all those years, made her a quivering mess. She maintained her cool, calm, slightly flirtatious façade until she was out of the door, unnecessary directions in hand, but once she was round the corner she collapsed on a bench, hyperventilating.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Damn. </i>She had thought. <i>He's even more delicious than I remember. But he's my sister's husband. What the fuck am I doing?</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">-j.o.n.-</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was in his own personal hell. Bella was on his mind virtually all the time. One sight of her dressed demurely turned him on far more than Jessica ever had, even naked. Bella was the star of all of his fantasies, and he found himself jerking off more often than he had as a horny teenager. He imagined the feel of her soft pink lips against his, on his jaw, at his ear. He imagined her delicate hands running up his chest, round his neck and tugging at his hair. Just that was enough to get him off, but if he imagined his lips on her neck, licking his way down to the ravine of her cleavage, and then pushing down the material of her clothes and bra to expose her nipples, which he imagined as hard, dark pink rosebuds, his release was explosive. He didn't dare imagine any further. He was barely handling things as it was.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella had invited Edward, Jessica and Alice for dinner. It had been three months since that warm summer day when she'd walked into Edward's shop, and he had seen her several times but never without Jessica. Neither of them ever said very much during their meetings, mainly because Jess hardly ever gave them the chance, but when they did, they respected each other's comments. Both Bella and Edward were sensible, astute and occasionally wry or slightly sarcastic, laughing at the same things.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward had resisted Bella's dinner invitation for several weeks, desperate to avoid being in the face of temptation, until Jessica put her foot down.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, I don't care about the shop or invoices or stock taking or if you've got a headache. We are going to Bella's for dinner tomorrow night." Jessica ranted. "She's always coming out to see us in Hampstead. I think she's lonely. Alice is desperate to see her apartment. She adores Bella, you know. I don't know why you don't like her..." Edward turned round sharply when Jessica said that. Jessica had clearly observed but misinterpreted his avoidance of Bella – no doubt a good thing "...but you can grin and bear dinner tomorrow night, okay?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The next night, Edward found himself on London's South Bank, outside the chrome and glass apartment building where Bella had a penthouse apartment which looked over the River Thames. Clearly, her Californian employers paid her well. Alice was bouncing up and down with excitement as they stepped into the lift.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Dad, Aunt Bella's so cool. She said she'd let me look at her makeup collection tonight! America has way better makeup than here! And did you know she's going to take me to Sadler's Wells to see the Cedar Lake Ballet Company next month?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's great, princess," he replied distractedly, kissing her on the forehead and ruffling her short hair, which was naturally strawberry blonde, but Alice had dyed it black-blue with streaks of purple.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella greeted them at the door of her apartment. Edward had to suppress a groan as he took in her appearance. She had her hair swept up into a high ponytail that caressed her shoulders. She was wearing a clingy, wide-necked, fawn-coloured cashmere sweater, which exposed her sexy collarbones and the top of her décolletage, and a dark denim skirt that finished three inches above the knee. Her smooth, toned legs were bare.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hi! Come in!" She gave Alice a big hug, and Jess too, before stepping forward to greet Edward. "Hi, Edward, how are you? she asked breathily before leaning into him, placing a warm palm on his hard chest and brushing his jaw with a soft, wet, warm kiss. "You're looking...well," she added as she glanced up into his eyes. Her smile disappeared for a second and her gaze pierced him through to his soul before she moved away, appropriately but far too soon for his liking. <i>Fuck. Hard again.</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella had outdone herself when it came to the food. She had prepared a Mexican feast of homemade pico de gallo, guacamole, tortilla chips, quesadillas, spicy shrimps, a chicken mole poblano, rice, salads and refried beans followed by a spectacular flan served with caramelised pineapple. Edward and Alice had eaten like gluttons, hugely appreciative of the non-fancy but very tasty meal. Jessica was more reserved as she was conscious of her weight and didn't want to get too messy.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Wow, thank you so much, Aunt Bella! That was sooo good!" Alice said.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank you, sweetie! I'm glad you all finally made it over. It's nice to have people to cook for."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You like cooking?" Jessica asked slightly incredulously. She hated doing it. She only bothered for dinner parties, and even then, that was rare.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love it. It's my creative outlet I guess. But I don't have anyone to do it for, apart from you guys, of course," Bella responded enthusiastically.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No boyfriend?" Jess asked, trying to get some gossip out of her reserved sister. Bella's cheeks instantly stained crimson. She was quite a private person. Edward leaned forward, trying to suppress the jealousy he felt when he thought about Bella getting involved with a man.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No. I've had a few dates, and there's a man I really like, but he's not available." Bella replied, desperately trying not to look at Edward.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, what a shame! Still, you're only 29. Not all of us can meet our man at university," Jess replied, placing a hand on Edward's arm.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's eyes fell on her sister's hand, and guilt flooded her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was keen to move the topic of conversation away from Bella's love life. He hated the fact that he desperately hoped the man she wanted was him.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh! I have a super brilliant idea!" Alice exclaimed suddenly. "Mum, Dad, why doesn't Aunt Bella come with us to the cottage for Christmas?" Before anyone could say anything else, she continued. "Aunt Bella, we're going to Great Uncle Carlisle and Great Aunt Esme's cottage in the Lake District this year for Christmas and New Year. You should come too! You'll love them, and you could cook to your heart's content. The cottage has, like, the best kitchen ever!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's a great idea, Alice, but I'm sure Aunt Bella has plans..." Edward hastily began, worrying how he was going to cope spending a whole ten days in the same place as Bella without going insane with lust.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Actually, I don't. My father and stepmother, Sue, are going to be on a cruise, which they booked before my transfer to London, whilst Mum and Phil are going on some vegan art therapy detox thing."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then you should definitely come, Bella!" Jessica shared Alice's enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to her husband's reticence.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Brilliant. Thank you! It'll be nice to have a wintery, cosy Christmas," Bella replied. "Now, Alice, I do believe I promised you a play with my makeup collection."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ooh, I'd love to have a look too!" Jessica exclaimed. She was desperate to know how her younger sister achieved her natural-looking complexion.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of course. If you head down to my dressing room, second door on the left, I've set it all up in there. I'll finish the washing up and join you in a few minutes."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Great. Edward will help you, won't you, honey?" Jessica replied as she and Alice got up to head to the</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of course," Edward said, hating the patronising way his wife had volunteered him.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"There's not actually much to do. Most of it can go into the dishwasher," Bella said once they'd cleared the dining table.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll help you load it up," Edward responded quietly.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They worked silently for a couple of minutes, when Edward made the mistake of glancing in the direction of Bella's chest as she was leaning down to put plates in the dishwasher rack. He gasped audibly and froze as he got a clear look down her sweater, to see the tops of the high, rounded globes, pushed up further by two wisps of chocolate coloured lace. The hard-on in his jeans suddenly became acutely painful. <i>How am I going to cope with ten fucking days of this at Christmas?</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward." Bella's sweet voice broke him from his troubled thoughts. "Edward?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Umm...yeah?" He stood up straight suddenly, and now it was Bella's turn to gasp as her eyes were directly in line with his groin. She was close enough to see the outline of his rock hard member in his jeans. <i>He wants me too. </i>She composed herself a fraction faster than he did and shut the dishwasher as she stood up.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Um, are you okay?" As they made eye contact, the air grew thick with their mutual attraction, tension and fear at the intensity of it all.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Umm..." Edward couldn't help but take a step closer to her and Bella couldn't help but copy him. There were mere inches between them. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body. She could hear his rapid, shallow breathing. It would be so easy to just step forward and...</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, you feel it too," she whispered, her big chocolate eyes wide with longing. "This thing..." she gestured between them "...this connection."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes," he whispered back. "Ever since that first day in my shop. But Bella, we can't do this."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know. But it's torture," she replied. "I want you so badly."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Torture's right. I dream about you. I fantasize..." He placed one large hand on her hip. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the feel of his of his fingers against her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Me too. But she's my sister."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Despite her words, Bella was unable to stop herself stepping closer to him so her breasts brushed against his chest. Edward shuddered with desire and his other hand found her other hip. She sighed as he brought his forehead to touch hers.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She's my wife," he whispered back.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They were milliseconds away from a desperate meeting of their mouths. Bella could smell the after dinner coffee and mint on Edward's breath. Edward could hear Bella's heart threatening to pound out of her chest.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, Mum! Isn't it such a great colour!" Alice squealed distantly.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward and Bella pulled away, aghast at how close they came to giving into their illicit passion.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit," Bella whispered, turning away from him and walking over the fridge to fetch a bottle of Evian.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward leant against the kitchen counter, shocked at what nearly happened. Even though he and Jessica didn't have that much in common anymore, she had refused to have any more children after Alice – Edward had always wanted a large family – and they hadn't had any sexual contact beyond kissing in years. He did love her, chatterbox tendencies, vanity and all. He had never even contemplated cheating on her, even though he'd had plenty of opportunities over the years whilst working in advertising. Yet now, he burned for his wife's sister and had almost kissed her whilst his wife and daughter were just a couple of rooms away.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We need to talk about how we're going to handle this, Edward," Bella said quietly, passing him a glass of water and pouring one for herself. "But obviously, not now and not here."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"When?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll come by the shop at closing time tomorrow. We'll go somewhere and talk, okay?" Edward agreed, scared beyond belief.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">-j.o.n.-</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward had sent his employees home early in preparation for Bella's arrival. She arrived at 6 pm on the dot. Her hair was windswept from the bitter November wind and she was self-conscious of it, but Edward thought she had never looked more beautiful.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They agreed that they needed to go somewhere public, so that they wouldn't be tempted, but somewhere quiet, so they ended up in a corner of the bar in Brown's Hotel.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, yesterday shouldn't have happened," Edward began.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It shouldn't, but it did. And if we hadn't been interrupted, it would have gone further, wouldn't it?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes." He hung his head. Bella tilted his chin back up with a finger.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't want to be in this position either, but I can't deny how I feel about you."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So what do we do?" he asked, before dropping his voice to a whisper. "Just being in the same room as you for five minutes affects me." His eyes glanced down to his groin, already awake to Bella's presence. Bella followed his eyes.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know exactly what you mean," Bella replied, squirming slightly in her seat thanks to the flood of arousal in her panties. Edward's eyes grew large as he realised what her movement meant.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They sat in silence for a while, sipping their Grey Goose Martinis. Edward thought about the resistance it would take to never give into his lust; it would require Herculean control on his part. Bella thought of how good it would feel to be in his arms, to feel him undress her, to taste him and to have him enter her, fuck her, ride her; the thought that she might never get to experience him was acutely painful.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We need to get each other out of our systems," Bella realised suddenly.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"One night. We have just one night. We do everything we want to with each other and to each other. Then we can get on with our lives."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What if one night isn't enough?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It will be. Don't you see? What we're feeling is just sexual. We aren't in love or any of that shit, Edward. We're in lust. We just need to get it out of our systems. I've spent far too long pining, longing and wondering about you, and vice versa. Just one night. Then you can go back to Jessica and Alice, and I can get back to my work and my life without constantly being distracted by thoughts of you."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't know…" Edward replied uncertainly.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Think of it as damage control. We could spend the next several years dancing around each other, trying and failing to avoid each other, having near misses like the other night, never moving forward, each time leaving ourselves vulnerable to someone realising our mutual attraction and getting hurt over it. Or we do this and move past it."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward sighed. Bella's idea was either extremely sensible or extremely foolish. Before he could answer, Bella stood up.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You need time to think about it," she stated. "Contact me when you do."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She downed the rest of her martini and pulled out a pen from her purse. On the back of a cocktail napkin she wrote down her personal email and mobile phone number. Then she leant down, brushed his cheek with her lips and walked away, leaving him bristling with need.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It took him about ten seconds after she was gone to whip out his phone to text her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Yes. Heaven help me, but yes."</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">-j.o.n.-</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Engineering a night alone was not easy, but they eventually came up with a plan and set a date for their "Just One Night" – Friday, 23rd December.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward arranged it so that Jessica would drive with Alice to his aunt and uncle's cottage in the Lake District on that Friday morning, knowing that his wife and daughter would like to have time to peruse the German Christmas Market in Birmingham on the way up north. He told them that he had to work on the Saturday, Christmas Eve, and would come up to the Lakes that evening.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella had told Jessica that she had to work on Christmas Eve as well and couldn't get out of it, so she would get the train up to Kendal, the nearest town to the Cullen cottage, when she finished. Jessica was the one that suggested that Edward and Bella travel up together on the Saturday evening and further insisted that Edward hire a car service to drive them up. She didn't like the idea of her family taking the train with the hoi polloi when Edward – and Bella too for that matter – had enough money to pay for a limo and travel in style and comfort.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At 6.30 pm on that Friday, Edward made his way to Bella's apartment. He was really fucking nervous. Even when he was riding up in the lift, Edward was worrying, wondering whether he should turn back. Bella felt the same way. She was about to spend the night sleeping with her sister's husband, something that had been her idea and which she had planned. She felt like a complete tramp, but at the same time, she knew that they needed to do this or else they'd never move on. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hi, Bella." Edward had come straight from the shop so was dressed in a black suit, grey shirt and black tie with the emerald-coloured logo of Green Park Music embroidered on it. He carried with him an overnight bag with a change of clothes and essential things like toiletries, phone charger and iPad. Jessica had taken the rest of his luggage with her in the car.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey. Come in." Bella was still in her work clothes too, wearing a fitted dark blue shift dress with a fashionable peplum and navy high heeled pumps that made her long legs look even longer. Edward ran his gaze over her as he followed her inside. His hands began to shake. Bella noticed.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry, I…"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shh. It's okay. I'm nervous too."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She took the overnight bag from his hand and dropped it on the hallway floor before entwining her fingers with his. Her warm touch was enough to break his anxiety attack and bring forth his undeniable attraction to her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I need you," he whispered.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You have me," she whispered back.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward swallowed hard as he lifted his head to meet her deep, dark chocolate brown eyes and brought his face closer to hers. Their foreheads met first, and they stayed still for a moment. He let go of her hands and placed them on her hips before running them up to her narrow waist and back down again. Bella inched herself closer still and placed a palm on his chest. She brought her other hand around his neck and inched her fingers up into the soft locks of hair at his nape, caressing his scalp and tugging the hair gently.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward inhaled sharply at the sensation. He loved having his hair played with. Bella's strawberry and freesia scent came over him, and he was utterly lost. He moved his mouth closer to hers and she rose up even further on her tiptoes, desperate for their long-awaited kiss.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When his lips finally met hers, they both felt a rush as some mind-blowing sensation burst through them. Bella parted her mouth to welcome his tongue and he swept it along hers. They continued for several minutes, alternating sweet, soft, short kisses, with deeper, yearning, longer ones. Edward could think of nothing but the incredible woman in his arms. He wanted nothing else in the world but her. All of her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's reaction to their kisses was similar. They were thrilling yet calming, left her hot and cold, prickling with sensation yet soothing to her soul. She needed more. She needed everything he could give her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was getting very worked up. His cock was straining against his trousers and pressing against Bella's lower abdomen. Bella slowly stroked her palm down from his chest, over his belt and gently over his groin.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Holy fuck!" he exclaimed, moving away from her mouth momentarily. Bella looked into his verdant green eyes and repeated the movement. He gasped again, and she grinned.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bedroom?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward nodded dumbly. Bella pushed his jacket off his shoulders and let it fall before leading him down the hallway. When they got there, Edward sat himself on the edge of the bed and opened his arms to her. Bella walked into them, and he closed his arms around her slender waist.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're so beautiful."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So are you," Bella replied before leaning down to cup his face with her hands and kiss him.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward moved his hands from her waist and down over the curves of her pert ass and then squeezed lightly. Bella moaned and freed her hands from around his face in order to hitch her tight dress up before sinking down on his lap.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oof," Edward murmured as she landed right on top of his rock hard cock. Bella wiggled so that his member made contact with her clit. "Fuuuck…" he exclaimed. "Angel, if you keep doing that…"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But it feels so good!" she exclaimed. "As does you calling me 'Angel.'" she added quietly, trying to suppress the urge to ask whether he called Jessica that too.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Only you, Bella Angel, are my angel," he whispered, answering the question she'd left unasked.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Desire coursed through Bella anew, and she attacked his mouth once again with a squeal whilst wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging at his hair again. Edward reached up and pulled out the clip that had held Bella's hair up in a chic twist so that her long, shiny, chestnut brown locks tumbled about her shoulders. He twirled some strands around his fingers and brought them first to his nose to inhale their sweet strawberry smell, and then to his lips where he kissed them softly before letting them loose.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh my God, Edward…"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella was spellbound by his small action. Her heart lurched in her chest and she buried her face in his neck. She realised then that she had lied to both herself and to Edward. She wasn't in lust. It wasn't just sex. She was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her sister's husband.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward held Bella against him for a while, cherishing the feel of her before gently nudging her away from him in order to look into her pretty face.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you okay?" She nodded. "Do you want to…stop?" She shook her head before softly caressing his lips with hers.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Definitely not," Bella replied, smiling slightly.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward placed his hand on the top of her back, found the zip of her dress and eased it down as far as it would go. Bella reciprocated by pulling out his tie. She then pulled out his shirttails and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella closed her lips over Edward's chin, and then licked and sucked down his neck. He tasted like honey and cinnamon and other sweet spices. Absolutely delicious. Edward lay down and Bella moved with him, pushing her head forward so her hair cascaded over his skin while she flicked her tongue over his nipples in turn and rubbed her delicate hands over his ripped abdomen.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward suddenly flipped them over so he was on top, desperate to see what was hiding under her dress. He undid his belt and pushed off his trousers, socks and shoes, leaving him in just a tight pair of black boxer briefs.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"My turn, angel."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Whatever Edward had imagined did not do Bella justice. As he peeled away the navy garment from her lithe body, he nearly came on the spot as he took in the dark blue lacy bra adorned with tiny polka dots and matching thong underwear. Her breasts jutted upwards, her nipples clearly visible, straining to meet him through the fabric. His eyes swept over the expanse of smooth, flat, creamy midriff and the inviting juncture of her thighs with her hot centre.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward began his exploration of Bella by licking her collarbone and then moved up to her ear, along her jaw and down her neck before repeating his action. Bella lay back and enjoyed the wet and slightly rough feel of the flat of his tongue against her skin, occasionally sighing and moaning with pleasure. Edward reached the edge of her bra with his tongue and cupped her breasts gently. Bella sat up a little then and watched him intensely as he squeezed her tits and rubbed his nose in the ravine of her cleavage.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Take it off, baby," Bella demanded, trying out the endearment for the first time.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Baby?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Um, yeah...is that okay?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward answered by bringing his mouth to hers and giving her a deep, searching kiss. His arms encircled her and found the clasp of her bra, which he promptly opened. Still attached to his mouth, Bella shrugged it off and gasped as Edward squeezed one of her soft breasts. He lay her down once again and took a moment to just look. She looked like a goddess, dark hair spilling around her head, brown eyes full of arousal, creamy skin slightly flushed and high, full tits jutting upwards, each topped with, as Edward had imagined, a perfect, hard, dark pink nipple.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Very okay, angel!" he replied before closing his mouth over one of those nipples.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck!" Bella cried, unprepared for the sensation. She was dripping with desire and writhed around under him. "Edward...so good!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward continued lavishing her breasts with attention from his hands and mouth before moving his lips down over her tummy and licking her navel. He moved lower and lower until his mouth was at the top of her pubic mound. He glanced up. Bella had her head thrown back in pleasure.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't stop, baby."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Angel, I'm going to lick and finger your clit and your pussy now. I want to hear you come."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do it, Edward, please!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward slowly rolled down her dark blue thong to reveal her glistening pussy and throbbing clitoris, topped with a trimmed patch of short, dark, silky curls. He was hit with the smell of her want for him and his mouth watered. He brought his thumb to her slit and rubbed it up and down. He then slowly pushed a finger inside and found her pussy. Edward pumped in and out a few times, adding a second finger, and she was overwhelmed by the sheer bliss of his touch. Whilst still fingering her, he brought his lips to her clit for the first time. Bella's back arched off the bed as white-hot sparks pricked behind her eyes. Edward flicked her clit over and over again.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh...oh...Edward! Baby..." Edward smiled against her but continued, desperate to hear and feel her come around his fingers. "Please, please...aah...fuck...Edward...Baby...OH...OHHHH!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella came hard, harder than she had ever come before, her face hot, her thighs wet from the flood of juices pouring from her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That might just be the sexiest thing I've ever experienced." Edward was in absolute awe. Bella tasted like the sweetest nectar, and he was a just little proud of himself at his oral skills.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella beckoned him with one finger and he crawled on top of her. He attempted to wipe his mouth but she stopped him, wanting to taste his mouth mingled with her juices.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Really? I think we're only just getting started!" she exclaimed when they broke apart. "Just imagine how good it will feel when you're buried up to the hilt inside my pussy."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward couldn't find any words. He needed to feel her – immediately. He scooted them higher off the bed and whipped off his boxer briefs. Bella reached down and palmed him a couple of times before wrapping her slender fingers around his huge member. He jerked and started, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He was closer to his release than he realised.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella, correctly reading the expression on his face, let go of his cock immediately.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm going to have fun with him later, but right now…"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward didn't hesitate to line himself up, but just before he did he had a thought.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Condom?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Pill, baby. I've been on it for years, and I swear I'm clean. I was tested a year ago and haven't had sex since."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank God." He did not want to stop now to fumble with some latex.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With no further delay, Edward pressed forward and slid inside her tight, hot canal, right up to the hilt, and hovered over her as he slowly thrust in and pulled out. Bella, who had never been with a man as well-endowed as Edward, cried out in ecstasy at the stretch as he filled her so completely and as the ridge of his cock hit the sweet spot inside her, over and over again.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Keep doing that, baby. Oh…Edward…amazing…right there."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck, Bella, I'm really close…" He worried that he was going to come before her, that she would miss out on another orgasm.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh…I'm closer…keep going…" Bella wrapped her legs around his waist to take him deeper still. "Baby…oh…baby…OH…OHHH!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward felt her walls clamp down around him as she came again, and the added sensation brought forth his own release.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, my angel…FUCK! FUUCK!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He collapsed on top of her as his seed spilled inside her. She still had her legs around him and also placed her arms around his neck to feel all of him against all of her. When he got his breath back, Edward rolled them onto their sides.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A single tear rolled down Bella's cheek. She wiped it away hastily.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's nothing, baby. It's just overwhelming, how fucking amazing that was."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward rested his head against her shoulder and kissed it. She responded by tugging at his hair. They lay there for a while, clinging to each other, until they felt strong enough to separate. Bella quickly cleaned up in the bathroom and came out a couple of minutes later dressed in a large towelling robe and carrying her spare one for Edward.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pouted at her covered-up form and she laughed.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"If we were in California, the robe would not be necessary but it's fucking freezing, baby."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, eleven years in California got rid of your resistance to the British weather?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Totally!" She held her hands out to him. He took them and let her pull him up off the bed. "I don't know about you, but I am starving!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh yeah! Me too!" He put the robe on and kissed her quickly. "Plus, we'll need energy for round two!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella beamed at him and led him to the kitchen.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">An hour later, they were lying in each other's arms on Bella's plush, cream leather sofa, kissing, talking and ignoring the TV.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know, I've never had such melt-in-the-mouth lamb before, angel. Where did you learn to cook so well?" Edward asked. Bella's Moroccan lamb, chickpea and apricot stew was one of the best meals things he'd ever tasted. "I'm sure it's not from Renee."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella laughed. Her mother was well known to be a diabolical cook.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hell no! She burns water! I learnt a few things from my Grandma Marie, my dad's mum, when I was little. We lived with her for a few years after Renee left. But really, it was my stepmother Sue – she and my dad got married when I was twelve – who got me really interested. She runs a deli and a café."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"In Manchester?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah. It's pretty well known up there," Bella replied proudly.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You seem close to her."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Very. She's very maternal and nurturing. I love Renee, but we've always been more like friends than mother and daughter."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward nodded. Jessica had said the exact same thing about Renee. Suddenly that thought brought home the fact that his lover was his sister-in-law. Guilt flooded him and he turned away from her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward? Baby?" He forced himself to look back at Bella. "Hey, where did you go?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry, I…" He swallowed hard.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I get it," Bella replied quietly and sat up. "I just reminded you of Jessica, didn't I?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah." He hung his head. "Sorry, angel."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's inevitable, baby. But we've given ourselves this one night. Please let us enjoy it, because it's all we're getting." Bella carded her fingers back into his hair and kissed the side of his neck in order to soothe him. She felt the guilt as much as he, but she was resolved to stick to her plan of getting all their lust out of the way.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're right." Edward sighed. "I should be making the most of this. I am still worrying about afterwards, though. Christmas and beyond."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It'll be tough," Bella agreed. "We shouldn't contact each other, except for family emergencies, or else we'll give something away."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Totally right. Although I will miss our sneaky phone calls and emails."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Me too."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Right. Enough chat, angel." Edward pulled Bella on top of him and passed his hands over her back before caressing her ass through the robe. Bella squeaked with delight and excitement and kissed him before moving her attention to his earlobe, which she sucked and flicked with her tongue.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mmm…couldn't agree more," she murmured as her kisses drifted down his neck. Her hands found the ties of the robe and pulled them apart so he was naked under her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's not fair for you to be dressed when I'm not, angel!" Edward complained, desperate to see her perfect tits and dark snatch. Bella sat up and rubbed her ass against his cock, causing him to groan.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're right, baby." Loving the fact that his lust-filled green eyes were watching her, Bella slowly brought her hands to her own robe belt and pulled the ends apart. She then tantalisingly eased open the robe until she was fully revealed to him.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Have I told you yet how beautiful you are, angel?" Edward asked, reaching up to cup her breasts.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Once or twice, but it's still wonderful to hear!" Bella told him playfully, circling her hips in order to keep hitting his hard cock.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You are, you know. I'm not just saying it. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Inside and out." Bella's heart threatened to leap out of her chest. She'd longed to hear those words from him for thirteen years.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward…" She leaned forward to give him the sweetest, gentlest, warmest kiss. "I…" she had to stop herself from blurting out "I love you." "I think you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen." She rose back to her sitting position. "Inside and out."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella slid down the sofa, kissing down his chest as she went. She licked and sucked and kissed and caressed her way down his chest and his abdomen until she reached her prize. Just before she engulfed the head of his member with her hot, wet mouth, she glanced up. Edward's eyes were boring into her with thrilling anticipation. Without further ado, she gripped him at the base of his shaft and pumped him slowly before pursing her lips around the head of his cock. The sharp intake of breath from Edward spurred her on as she took him as far into her mouth as she could manage.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward could barely remember his own name. Lightning bolts of ecstasy shot through him as Bella sucked him, alternating the pressure she used and where in order to keep him surprised. Bella ramped things up when she decided that his balls were being neglected, and gently fondled them, rolling them around and around with her fingers.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Holy fucking hell, angel!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella smiled against his cock. She sent a silent thank you to her best friend from Berkeley, Angela, who had made her sit through an embarrassing lesson on giving amazing blow jobs one drunken evening in their dorms. She continued to suck him and pump him in and out of her mouth whilst she moved her free hand under Edward's balls and gently but deliberately stroked the very sensitive patch of skin behind them.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh God, Bella!" She continued stroking, sucking, pumping and fondling, lapping up the salty drips of liquid he was already producing, until she felt him twitch and release deep into her throat. Before she swallowed, she looked him straight in the eye, wanting him to watch his cum go down her throat.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank you, baby," Bella said as she crawled back up into his arms.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're thanking me?" Edward asked incredulously. "What for? You just gave me the best blow job in the world!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"For being here, for going through with this whole 'Just One Night' idea," she replied, looking up at him from under her long, fluttering lashes.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, my angel..." He leant down to kiss her. "There's nowhere I'd rather be."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">-j.o.n.-</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward and Bella spent the rest of the night and most of the next morning and afternoon continuing to explore each other's bodies, losing count of the number of orgasms exchanged. When they weren't touching, cuddling, kissing, licking, sucking, fucking or making love, they cooked and ate together. They read each other their favourite poems. They compared the contents of their iPods and bantered about their favourite plays and movies. Neither wanted their "Just One Night" to end.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The car came to pick them up from Bella's apartment at 5 pm on Christmas Eve. The driver opened the door to the back of the car, and Bella climbed in first while Edward spoke to the driver.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"When you get in the front, please put the divider up." The driver nodded. "And for the love of God, unless we are in imminent danger of death, do not under any circumstances disturb us until we get to the scheduled service station stop, okay? And I'll give you £200 for your discretion and confidentiality in not mentioning anything you might happen to hear accidentally. An early Christmas bonus, if you like."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of course, sir," the driver replied, obliged to keep whatever secrets the attractive couple held even before he was offered the surprise Christmas bonus.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward entered the backseat of the car too, and once the door was shut, the divider was up and they were moving, he pulled Bella into his arms. She immediately burst into tears.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shh, shh, angel. I know. I don't want it to be over either."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Reality sucks, baby," she said amongst her tears.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I couldn't agree more."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's sobs subsided after a few minutes, but their mutual melancholy persisted. They spent the journey huddled against each other, kissing and touching, counting down the moments until they would have to resume the platonic roles of brother-in-law and sister-in-law.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They finally arrived at the Cullen cottage at 11.30 pm. Bella had fallen asleep with her head in Edward's lap and he was loathed to move her, but he had to.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Angel, we're here," he whispered. She stirred but didn't wake. "Bella. I'm sorry, my love, but Jess and Alice are going to be opening the door any second."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That woke her, and she sat up with a start.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck. Sorry, baby."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We'd better revert back to 'Bella' and 'Edward.'" Bella nodded her assent sadly, her heart breaking at the loss of "Angel" and "Baby."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They kissed passionately one last time before Edward wiped his eyes and mouth and stepped outside to meet his family. Bella composed herself, put on her game-face and exited a minute later. She greeted her sister and niece with a hug and a kiss and politely met Edward's Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle before claiming exhaustion from her long day of work and travel. Once alone in her quaint and very comfortable room, she took two sleeping pills and cried herself to sleep.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward couldn't settle. He tossed and turned all night until he gave up and woke at 5 am. Bella had been right when she said that they would be able to resist each other better once they'd had sex. He just wished that the longing for her body had not been replaced by the realisation that he was hopelessly in love with her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Both of them managed to go through the motions of Christmas celebrations better than expected. Esme and Bella got on very well, thanks to a mutual love of cooking, arts and culture and joined Esme in preparing the food and poring over her collection of coffee table art books and photography collections. Edward joined his uncle Carlisle and cousin Jasper in fishing, hiking and clay pigeon shooting. Jessica spent her time watching TV, shopping in Kendal and planning lunches and socials with her friends via Facebook. Alice flitted between spending time with all her family members.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Despite the distractions, Edward was not surprised when Bella feigned a work emergency to get out of staying at the cottage for New Year's Eve. He could see the strain on her face every time they were in the same room, which was, by design, not very often. Bella had become more and more worried about seeing Edward kiss Jessica as the clock struck midnight. She was starting to resent her sister for having him, and she didn't want that to show.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Over the course of January and February, Bella threw herself into her work, and only saw Jessica, Alice and Edward a couple of times. She and Edward continued their "no contact" deal, but it was hard. Bella longed to hear Edward's voice, longed to hear him call her "Angel" again. Edward was struggling too. He could no longer sleep comfortably in the same bed as Jessica because his conscious and unconscious mind were both so full of Bella that he constantly worried about saying her name in his sleep. Jessica, fed up of his restlessness, told him to sleep in the spare room. He was exceedingly grateful.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In early March, Edward was at home with Jessica and Alice one Monday evening watching TV when the doorbell rang.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I wonder who that could be," Edward wondered out loud, starting to get up.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, it's probably Bella. She said she might call in as she had a dinner meeting tonight this side of London."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nervous knots formed in the pits of Edward's stomach at the thought of seeing Bella.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ooh! I'll get it. I'll get it!" Alice exclaimed, bouncing out of her armchair. Edward sat back down.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A moment later, Bella walked into their living room. Jess stood up and hugged her little sister, whilst Edward greeted her with a light kiss to her cheek. Bella's breath caught in her throat. It took all her strength not to just throw herself into his arms.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Can I get you a drink or anything, Aunt Bella?" Alice asked.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, thanks, sweetie. I'm afraid this is just a flying visit."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, what a shame. It's been ages since we saw you," Jessica said.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know, and I'm sorry. Work has been crazy," Bella replied. "Actually, it's the reason I've come to see you."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh?" Edward replied.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella braced herself and kept her gaze on Jessica, not Edward.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm going back to California. I've been transferred back."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No!" Alice cried, her bottom lip trembling. "You can't! We only just got you back!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh Alice. I know, sweetie. But I've been here nine months, and it was unlikely they'd let me stay past a year," Bella told her niece, internally crossing herself at the lie. She had, in fact, asked to go back to California, as soon as possible.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"When are you leaving?" Jessica asked. Although she and Bella didn't have much in common and weren't that close, Jess had loved having her only sister nearby.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's the other thing. I leave at the end of the week. I'm on a Friday afternoon flight to Frisco."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But that's so soon! Are we going to have any time to spend with you before you go?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why don't I take you all out for dinner tomorrow night?" Bella ventured.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm really sorry, but I can't make it for dinner tomorrow. I'm in York for a trade fair for the next three days," Edward replied, trying not to show his sorrow and heartbreak at his angel's impending departure.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What a shame."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella allowed herself to look at him briefly. It was a mistake, for his expression ripped a hole through her heart, but she remained determined. She couldn't stay in London any longer. Being in the same city as Edward was agony and getting more painful.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But we can make it, can't we, Mum? Please?" Alice begged.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That would be great. We can give you a proper send-off," Jessica agreed.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Brilliant. Is Japanese okay? I thought we could go to Roka?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Perfect!" Jess and Alice chorused. They loved Roka, in London's Fitzrovia district.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Great. Well, Edward. I guess this is goodbye."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Goodbye, Bella." They stood and Edward embraced her lightly, all the while desperate to feel more. "Good luck in California, and please keep in touch."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I will."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They all walked her out and waved her goodbye.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't want Aunt Bella to go back to America," Alice whined. Jess put her arms around her and hugged her. Neither noticed Edward slip away to bed in the spare room, where he spent the night wide awake, tears running like rivers from his eyes.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">-cc-</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">On Friday morning, after three hectic days in York at the trade fair, made worse by his utter failure to sleep, a bleary-eyed Edward made his way into work. The postman, who usually arrived at lunchtime, came just as he was opening up shop and handed him a big stack of letters. Edward took them into the office and was about to open them when one of his sales assistants asked for his help.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Three hours later, after helping serve a steady stream of customers and dealing with a surprising number of phone enquiries, Edward finally made his way back to the office at the rear of the shop. After making himself some coffee, he worked through the mail until he was on the last one.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The letter was a thick white envelope and was marked "Private and Confidential, for Addressee only" in clear, hand-written block capitals. Edward opened it. A sheet of expensive notepaper fell out, along with a smaller brown envelope.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Edward, baby,</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>By the time you get this, I'll be on the 2 pm flight back to San Francisco. Staying in London, being so near and yet so far away from you, is proving too painful, and I can't endure it any more. I requested a return to California, and it was granted.</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>I was wrong. That one night was not enough. Now I know what it feels to be in your arms, to have you inside me, what you taste like, how in tune we are, I can't hang around and watch you be with Jessica. You belong to her, and I can accept that, but I just can't witness it anymore.</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>There is just one more thing. I agonised over whether to tell you this, but found myself stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I didn't tell you, you would find out anyway and be devastated that I had kept it from you. But telling you when I'm on the point of leaving also feels cruel.</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Please don't hate me for this, but I'm pregnant. The child is yours. It seems that, despite years of me using the contraceptive pill with no issue, one of your strong little swimmers managed to get through.</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>I have decided to keep the baby. The envelope contains a picture from the ultrasound scan. I'm not asking for anything from you, and please, please don't leave Jessica for me. I couldn't do that to her or Alice. This baby will be raised in a happy, one-parent family and won't know any different, but if you leave Jess now, Alice will be affected for the rest of her life.</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Okay, it's time for me to go.</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Edward, I will always love you. Don't doubt that, but you aren't mine. Perhaps in another life, I'll get to be the one who meets you first.</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Your angel, Bella</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With a shaking hand, Edward opened the small brown envelope and pulled out the small photograph. It was grey and grainy but the head, hands and feet of a tiny unborn baby could quite easily be made out.<i>His</i> tiny unborn baby.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward needed to leave. He told his team he was sick and decided to head home. Alice was at school and Jessica was at a charity fundraiser all day, so he could be alone for a while.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He walked into his house, poured himself a large brandy and went upstairs to lie down, in order to contemplate the cluster-fuck that was his life. But when he got to the top of the stairs, he heard noises, keening and wailing, coming from his and Jessica's bedroom. He tiptoed along the corridor and gently pushed the door open.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He wasn't prepared for the sight of his wife, wearing fishnet stockings and nothing else, being fucked from behind by the short, slightly pudgy form of Michael Newton, Edward's closest friend from his days in advertising.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh! Mike! Oh yeah!" she cried.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Jessica! My Jessie! Say it, babe! Say it!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love you, Mikey! Fuck! I love it when you fuck me like this."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, Jessie, I love you, babe!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Feeling nothing at all at the sight of his wife's infidelity with one of his best friends, Edward quietly made his way back downstairs. He downed his brandy, picked up his briefcase, headed back outside and started walking.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Dad! Dad!" Edward heard from the other side of the road when he was about 100 yards from the house. He crossed over to meet her.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alice? What are you doing here? Why aren't you in school?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Teacher training half-day, remember? I swear, you and Mum never listen to me!" his daughter cried. "That's why I like Aunt Bella so much. Even though she's, like, the busiest person on the planet, she always makes time for me. I'm going to miss her."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Aunt Bella's pretty great," Edward agreed.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A Hackney Carriage was passing by with its light on and Edward flagged it down. "Look, princess. I've got somewhere that I need to be. Urgently. I'll explain everything soon, but right now, I need you to go home and wait for your mother to come downstairs. Whatever you do, don't go upstairs until she comes down, okay?" He didn't want Alice to witness what he had just seen.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Err...sure?"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay. I love you." He kissed Alice on the forehead before climbing into the taxi.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Love you too, Dad. Bye."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bye!"</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Where to, sir?" the driver asked. Edward checked his watch. It was 1 pm. <i>I have one hour.</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Heathrow Airport, please. As fast as you can."</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Fin</i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">-j.o.n.-</span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-13537774998728008462012-08-12T22:54:00.000-07:002012-08-31T22:55:01.300-07:00Unspoken Relations<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella has a steamy encounter in a closet with a stranger. But is he really a stranger? </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance Word Count: 3,352 Pairing: ExB</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Unspoken Relations</span></b></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just one kiss on my lips</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Was all it took to seal the future</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just one look from your eyes</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Was like a certain kind of torture</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once upon a time</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was a boy</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was a girl</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just one touch from your hands</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Was all it took to make me falter</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">(Madonna)</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Quick! Everyone hide!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Carlisle's voice boomed above the crowd, causing them to scramble for a place to go in our giant foyer. Gotta love my stepfather; he was anything but dull about an occasion worth celebrating. Tonight's specific occasion was my mother, Esme's birthday.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme wasn't my birth mother, but she'd been my mother since three days after I was born. I was found on the steps of a church with a note pinned to my blanket that asked I be called Isabella.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What a selfish note, right? I can't take care of my kid, but I'll tell you what to name her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme had found me and fought tooth and nail to adopt me. She'd won, and her kind heart had won out when it came to naming me. But she also hadn't refused when I insisted upon being called Bella for short.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Though Esme was single, she was hard working and made a good living as a nurse in the local medical center. She volunteered at several charities and did work for the church in her spare time. The agency that had held me felt there was no good reason she shouldn't have me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme was kind and gentle, whereas I was a bit outspoken and not quite easy to handle. I'd matured enough over the last few years, but a lot of that had to do with Carlisle and his son.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I was thirteen, Esme met Carlisle when he'd transferred from Seattle to our small town to work in our medical center. They went on a few dates, and before I knew it, Carlisle was bringing his son over to meet me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was three years older than me, so naturally he was unimpressed about spending the evening with a thirteen-year-old. But, like I said earlier, I wasn't quite predictable.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Much to his surprise, we wound up spending the evening watching a Kevin Smith marathon and ended up asleep on the couch in the middle of <i>Clerks II</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme and Carlisle viewed it as a sign their families belonged together and were married within the year.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward and I got along easily, as we had the first night. We didn't spend every moment together, but when we did hang out, we always laughed until we cried.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'd admired him from the start. He had an easy way with words and a killer sense of humor. I'd had a few boyfriends here and there, but Edward usually spoke up with his distaste for them and the relationship never lasted long after that. I knew that a lot of boys were intimidated by him, and I'd had Edward to blame for being dumped as often as I was.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But a part of me had relished the thought of being protected by him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The age difference was what kept us from being completely inseparable. Two years after our parents married, Edward was swept up in the final moments of high school, and he made sure to enjoy it to the fullest. He went to prom with a horrid girl named Katie. I'd scoffed at her choice of dress and how badly it clashed with her face. I'd got grounded that night, and I'm pretty sure Edward didn't get any action since he'd failed to hide his snort when I'd shamelessly made fun of his date.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Shortly after, he graduated with honors and was off to college.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The house had been lonely without him, but we were sure to keep in touch through email and texts. He'd never mentioned anyone he was dating, and I hadn't told him about Mike Newton getting my virginity in the back of his Civic. I hadn't needed him driving home in a rage to confront Mike over a sad excuse for a first time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My favorite time of the next years of high school was anytime Edward made it up to visit. It must have seemed odd to people around me that I didn't buy into the high school parties, prom or grad night.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In fact, the night of my Senior prom I'd spent at a drive in theater with Edward. We'd opted to leave the sound off and make up our own dialogue.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We never really talked to each other about dating or relationships. I didn't know how Edward would handle me dating as an adult, but I figured it would be much the same as it had been in high school. Plus, none of my fleeting relationships were anything to write home about, so I'd never felt the need to tell him about them in our weekly Skype sessions.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While I was getting ready for the surprise party, I texted Edward to make sure he'd be there on time. I hated attending parties without him, as he usually had me snorting my drink through my nose before midnight.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme's birthday had never been a drab affair. Though she blushed at the drop of a dime, Carlisle still insisted on celebrating the day the love of his life was born with the world. It was the most endearing thing about him, how he treated my mom.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Edward arrived at the party, he had a blonde on his arm, a bombshell in every sense. She was so stunningly beautiful that it almost hurt to look at her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was mad. I had no idea why, but I was seething at the sight of her. I mean, how dare he? We hadn't gotten to hang out in nearly a year with my schedule at work, classes at the community college, and his interning slot at a law firm in Seattle. But not once did he mention a her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And he brought her to my mother's birthday party.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yes, that's it. I was mad because she was at Esme's birthday, and my mother didn't even know her!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I ignored the voice telling me that Esme will be pleased to meet Edward's girlfriend and I should mind my manners.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I scoffed at the argument I was having with her in my head.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Carlisle announced she was almost home and we all hide, I was already downing my fourth flute of champagne.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I found my way to the hall closet and decided it was as good a place as any and stumbled in.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A strong pair of hands grabbed my waist to steady me as the door slammed shut behind me. The small room was pitch black and crowded with coats and umbrellas.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Woops, I didn't know someone was hiding here," I whispered and giggled to whoever still had their hands on my waist.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I made an effort to turn and leave, but the hands tightened their grip on me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The champagne coursing through my system turned what should have been fear, or at least discomfort, into lust and excitement. Who was in here with me?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I silently prayed it wasn't Mike. I had seen him earlier, downing appetizers and talking with his mouth full.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nah, couldn't be him. I think I'd have smelled the garlic by now.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"All right then, I suppose it's big enough for the both of us in here..."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turned around so that I was facing the door, ready to pounce when it was time to surprise my mother, but he made no effort to let go of me. He'd loosened his grip while I turned, then tightened again when my back was to him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I think I'll always know that, somewhere deep in my subconscious, I knew what was happening that night. But in that moment, I was all too willing to let the champagne haze take over and let my tingling body take what it could get while my mind took a break and didn't over analyze.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I leaned back, only slightly, into the body of my stranger. Through my dress, and whatever he was wearing, I could still feel his body was warm and firm.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I breathed a small breath of relief. He wasn't a beer gutted doctor from the center, at least.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He smelled like whiskey, but only slightly. It was intoxicating to my senses.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pulled on my waist, his hands splayed across my hip bones; his thumbs played with the dip of skin that made me squirm.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My movements did something to him. One of his hands traveled up, and the other down. I had to bite my lip to muffle out a whimper when the hand that traveled down grabbed a hold of my dress and hiked it up. The other hand went straight into the plunging neckline of my dress, and easily grabbed a hold of my braless chest. My boobs were small enough to forgo the undergarment but full enough to get a handful.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The gentle teasing was short lived, and judging by the scent of booze coming from us both, we had no plans of leaving the closet until we had each other, consequences be damned.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I arched my back into him and let out a breathy moan. The back of my dress was up, and his cock was out. I could feel the trail of pre-cum he left behind when he slid himself across my ass.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turned around quickly and pouted at my own actions when his hand left my breast.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I reached forward, blindly grabbing until I found purchase on a silk tie. I grabbed and pulled until he was flush against me and my back was against the wall. He hiked one of my legs up and reached down to tease me through my thin panties.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I groaned again, and he pressed his mouth against my neck and sucked. I gasped in a breath of air and held it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His hand left me, and I whimpered until I realized that he left to grip himself and direct it to me. The head of his dick pressed against me, blocked only by the thin layer between us.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please..." I uttered, rolling my hips against him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He didn't hesitate.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With a quick movement of his fingers, my panties were pushed to the side and he was inside me with one thrust.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I cried out, and he put his hand over my mouth. With the movement, I was reminded of what was going on the other side of the closet door.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In my lust-induced haze, I didn't even hear the celebration when my mother finally arrived home. And in that moment, I couldn't be bothered with worrying about how I would play off being absent during the big moment.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not with what might be the most talented dick I'd ever experienced inside of me at that moment. Instead of going in and out, he was rotating his hips, and hitting every sweet spot I never knew existed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His chest rumbled, letting out small grunts and moans as he sought out his release, which brought me closer to my own.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I need...fuck.." he moaned, and I briefly realized how familiar that voice was... But when his hand gripped and pulled at my breast and I was rocked over the edge of my orgasm, the thought fluttered away quickly.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He moaned into my neck and nipped it with his teeth. His movements became more ragged – needy even. There was a hint of desperation in him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was sensitive after my release and his tempo was anything but soft. His hands gripped me roughly, and my legs were trembling from the assault of my senses as he pounded through his orgasm. He twitched and stilled inside of me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was a moment of complete stillness. Him still inside me. Both of us gasping to catch our breath.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Only then did I realize that I'd just had sex with a stranger, in a dark closet, and not once did we even kiss.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I…" I started, with every intention of breaking the awkward silence and cracking a joke. But, I couldn't. He stepped away quickly, leaving me to stumble as I gained my balance and strength back. He backed up as far as he could, I assumed, since I could no longer feel the heat coming from his body.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could feel my own skin burning hot with the embarrassment of the situation. I had just let myself become a drunken notch in a bedpost. Well, in a closet, rather.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pulled my dress back into its appropriate place and smoothed down my hair. Without a word, I opened the closet and slipped out unnoticed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The party was in full swing, and I spotted my mother easily. She was stunning, laughing loudly in the middle of her closest friends and coworkers. I often silently wished that she was my birth mother so that I could look forward to being her age, knowing that beauty doesn't easily fade away in that gene pool.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wasn't bitter, and it was a fleeting thought. I had a good life.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I approached her, and when she met my eyes, she smiled brightly.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella! Where have you been?" she asked, handing me another glass of champagne. I sipped it eagerly, realizing that I'd pretty much burnt through whatever was in my system earlier. I then remembered the amazon woman that Edward had brought and wondered where they were.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, I was around... Just letting you make your rounds. Happy birthday, Mom." I smiled easily, putting on a face for the crowd around me. Not once did I glance back at the closet. After I stopped in the restroom and cleaned myself up, I made it a point to not look around too much. I didn't want to see the face of whomever I just let ravage me. I didn't think I could handle seeing who now viewed me as an easy slut that will fuck someone at her own mother's party.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stuck around for a little while longer and mingled with everyone I was supposed to. Edward and the model were still absent; I figured they had already made their rounds and had to leave early. I shrugged off the thought of wondering what they were doing in the moment.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After a while, the facade became a little too much, and I let Esme and Carlisle know that I drank a little too much champagne and was going to bed. They hugged me goodnight briefly before getting lost again in the ambiance.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our house was fairly large, so I knew that once in my room, I'd be plenty far away from the party, and they could easily rage on until dawn without me knowing. I was thankful for that. I didn't plan to dwell on what happened for long, if I could help it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Though, the memory of his hands on my waist... his teeth on my skin... and the way he knew the perfect way to play with my body wasn't something I'd soon forget.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I passed by Edward's old room and saw a light under the door and heard soft music. I grimaced, wondering if that was where he wound up with blondie.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I paused too long. Before I made it to my own door, his opened. He came out with disheveled hair and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He had a bottle of Jack in his hand and a worried expression.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What's wrong, bro, don't have any condoms?" I jabbed, though the thought of him in there with a woman was still threatening the champagne make a reappearance.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His face grew still and tense, and when his eyes met mine, they were startlingly focused.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I gasped in surprise at the look he was giving me and glanced behind him into his room.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Empty.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I looked back and raised an eyebrow at him. "Trouble in paradise?" I joked, trying to wipe the look from his face.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This wasn't normal. He didn't show me these kinds of emotions. We kept each other at an arm's length, and when we did talk, it was with banter, sarcasm, and one time, a joint in the garage loft that wound up with us sneaking into the house and eating every last oatmeal cream pie in the pantry.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He shook his head and gave me a small smile. The feeling of dread in my stomach dissipated.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stepped closer and I smelled the whiskey on him. My entire body tingled and I felt it flush.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No way. Not even possible.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ed-Edward, where have you been all this time?" I stuttered, waiting for an easy explanation to come from him to prove that he couldn't be my stranger in the closet.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I battered away the thought of excitement that it could have been him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Around..." he spoke, searching my eyes for something.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I closed my eyes and whispered words I meant to keep inside.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It was you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I refused to open them again, and instead turned on my heel and walked to my room.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I opened the door and stepped in, forgoing the light. The harsh reality of the night was real enough without it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I knew before I walked away that he would follow me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You really didn't know it was me?" he asked, his voice weak.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shook my head.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Where is your date?" I asked, still wrapping my head around the situation.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Gone. She doesn't matter. Trust me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The look on his face broke my heart into a thousand pieces. He thought I knew. He thought it was mutual.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A sudden realization came over me. The reason I never wanted to know if Edward was dating. The reason we kept each other from getting too close. Somehow, somewhere inside us both, this was always going to happen. It was inevitable. We were far from sharing blood, yet we still had titles that forbade us from letting this happen.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, I don't regret it."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One simple sentence wiped away almost every line of worry from his face. It elated me that I had this much control over him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not even sure of how I'm supposed to feel right now... hell, I'm still reeling from the feeling of your hands."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stepped back and sat on the edge of my bed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But I don't regret it."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, what do you want now?" he asked honestly.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What did I want? I thought about our parents, one floor away, probably dancing and laughing in each others arms. I thought about our extended family, and how happy they were when our families joined. I imagined their surprise if Edward and I were ever found out.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I searched for an ounce of regret. Any small voice telling me no, and listing the reasons I needed to kick him out.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The problem was, that voice was long gone and Edward was standing so close to me the scent coming from him was invading my senses all over again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I looked up at him and wordlessly answered his question by pressing my lips to his. He responded eagerly and pushed the door closed with his foot.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That night, we spent the night getting to know each other in more ways than we'd ever planned to. We didn't think about the morning or worry about the chances of being walked in on. We focused on each other and made up for lost time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Three times.</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-47365356093009901492012-08-11T22:52:00.000-07:002012-08-31T22:52:53.719-07:00Daddy's Little Girl<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thirty-seven year old Edward needs to find a nanny for his girls. Will he find an older, experienced nanny or a young, sexy college student who needs a helping hand? </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance/Drama Word Count: 3,839 Pairing: Edward/Bella</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer:</b> All recognized characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, not me. Although I wish Edward did.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Daddy’s Little Girl</span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward</span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Looking - for a Full time, live-in Nanny for two girls ages 3-5. Compensation of $500 a week</i>, p<i>lus food.</i>Edward reads his ad for a third time. Never in his life did he think that he would need to find a nanny for his girls. He provided everything for his family, but it wasn't enough for Lauren. In some ways, he was relieved she was gone, and in others, he felt a dull ache in his chest from the fear he was an inadequate husband. Working all of the hours he did to provide for them allowed Lauren to be a stay-at-home mom. She had other plans, like being a porn star in their house. He had come home early one day to surprise her, but he was the one surprised.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Flashback</span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward realized he hadn't been able to make love to his wife in over a month. It's not that his wife wasn't sexually appealing; work was just so crazy that by the time he got home, he was too tired for anything. He cleared his schedule after lunch and decided it was time to rectify his absence in the bedroom. He pulled up to the garage and noticed that the door had been left open.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He had an uneasy feeling about this. Lauren was always all over him to keep it closed. She said that she felt unsafe, and anyone could just walk into their home through the garage and into the kitchen. As he glanced around the quiet cul-de-sac, he spotted an old beat up and rusted Jeep Wrangler parked just across the street. That made him suspicious; his neighborhood always had luxury cars outside. Making his way into the house, he noticed a strange set of keys on the counter and loud jazz playing from their bedroom. This piqued his interest as to what was going on in his home while he was at work and the girls at their playgroup. He strutted to the bedroom knowing that was where he would find her, but he never could have prepared himself for the sight before his eyes.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As he opened their bedroom door, he could smell the sweat, mixed with pussy juice and cum. He could hear quiet moans coming out of his wife. His heart started to race and his mind was a flurry of activity. He was enraged that she would cheat on him with another man.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He left the door ajar – there was a compulsion he felt inside of him to witness her adultery undetected. Lauren was on her knees beside the bed and blindfolded. With one hand, she pumped the cock that belonged to their neighbor, Mike, and the other pumped a cock of a stranger, all while she bounced her head back and forth so she could suck them both off. She was completely naked and had cum streaked all down her chest and on her face. No one had noticed Edward yet, and he felt paralyzed and his stomach churned. She mothered his children and kissed him every night. Had he kissed her after some other man's cock was jammed down her throat just hours before? He did not recognize this woman.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>He stumbled out of the door way and into the hallway bathroom. He emptied out his stomach in the toilet bowl, purging out the sickness that was his life and marriage. When there was nothing left, he gathered himself off the floor to go and throw Lauren and her men the fuck out. When he went back in their room, he noticed they had</i> ch<i>anged positions from earlier. The stranger was</i> ly<i>ing on the bed and Lauren was no longer blindfolded. She was riding his cock into oblivion while Mike rammed his cock into her ass at the same time. She had always told Edward that she wasn't the kind of girl who would do anal. The sheer shock of this scene caused him to crash the door into wall with such force that it put a hole in it. They all jumped at the sound and Lauren's face changed from annoyance, to fear, to panic. She knew the show was over.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I have never done this before. I was just so lonely, Edward. You are never home, and I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to feel wanted for something more than just wiping snotty noses and…" Edward did not want to hear her excuses.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Shut the fuck up!" he screamed. "Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house</i>, y<i>ou filthy cheating whore."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>But Edward, I love you. Please let's talk about this." Lauren was in tears and trying to appear modest by covering up her cum-stained tits. The men scurried around trying to put on their clothes, and it was then that Edward noticed the web camera.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>They are mother</i>f<i>ucking airing this online," he thought.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>You fucking skank – you were sex blogging. I know it can't be for the money. So what the fuck is it for? What would you tell our kids if they ever found out? You disgust me." His blood was boiling at this point, ready to pummel these men and throw the bitch out by her hair.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>The viewers got the best show today," he thought. "Whore bag wife caught cheating on her husband during a double penetration scene."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I have nothing else to say to you, and I don't give a fuck about your excuses. Leave. Now."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">End Flashback</span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That was what had brought him here today, anxiously waiting for a girl to come and interview for the nanny position. All he knew was that her name was Bella and she was nineteen. He had hoped to find an older woman, maybe someone with more experience with children, but he was in a jam. Anyone would do for the time being. He couldn't continue to work from home much longer; luckily, the company allowed him this much time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The sound of the doorbell got his attention. <i>Finally she was here,</i> he thought.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward made his way over to the door. The beauty standing there surprised him. His heart rate picked up, and his palms were sweaty. <i>Please tell me she's not the nanny … please don't be the nanny, </i>he thought.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward? Hi, I'm Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All the saliva in his mouth dried up, and he felt like a frog was in his throat. Standing before him was a goddess with long brown hair and striking hazel eyes. The curves of her cheekbones were defined but still soft and feminine. Lastly, those lips… pale pink, luscious, full lips that he could picture wrapped around the base of his….</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Umm, is this the right house?" the lips asked.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Oh shit, I need to focus,</i> he thought.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, I am so sorry, Bella, I was just so surprised by how much older you look than nineteen. Please come inside so we can sit down and discuss my needs."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>My needs! What the hell kind of statement is that? My needs are for me to bend you over the couch and fuck you until those perfect perky tits are bounced so hard they get whiplash. This can't be good, get your shit together,</i> he thought, <i>and stop thinking with your neglected cock.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He steered her towards the living room and asked her if she wanted a drink, but she declined. He noticed her eyes danced down to his rock hard cock, but he told himself he must have imagined it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ok, Bella, tell me about yourself."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, I am nineteen. I am taking some time off from school to save up some money. I really want to work in early education specializing in children with special needs. Unfortunately, I couldn't get any loans or assistance, so I need to step back and save. When I saw your ad in the paper, I thought this would be a perfect position for me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>I'll give you some positions… snap out of it! Too young and barely legal,</i> kept dancing around in his head.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love working with kids, plus this will give me some great added experience to my resume."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As Bella continued to talk about her family and dreams, Edward's eyes discreetly travelled up and down her body. Whenever she would pause to think, he noticed that she picked a piece of her hair and twirled it slightly. He wondered how her hair would feel spread over his stomach. <i>Is it as soft as it looks?</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His whole body was aware of her. She would cross and uncross her legs, and as she did, her skirt rose higher and higher. Seeing the creamy flesh of her thighs only made his erection harder. He tried his best to conceal it, but he thought she glanced down and a little smirk crossed her face.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He knew that he was completely delusional. Why would a nineteen-year-old find him attractive? He was thirty-seven years old, for Christ's sake. While he had been told that he was handsome with his green eyes, strong jaw line, and tousled I-don't-give-a-fuck hair, he was much too old for her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, Bella, you sound like you would be a great fit here. Do you have any questions for me?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her demeanor seemed to change instantly. She now seemed a little unsure of herself.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What exactly does my job entail? Are the girls in any activities, or should I plan a curriculum for the day? I know the ad stated this was a live-in position; can I see where I would be staying?" asked the temptress.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"These are great questions; the girls go to a play group three times a week. I would need you to bring them and pick them up. If you could provide some sort of curriculum that would be great, and more than their mother ever did with them. Also, I would need you to cook all the meals during the week. As for your living arrangements, I would be happy to show you your room, and you will have your own private bath."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward asked Bella if she would follow him, but she didn't reply right away; she appeared to be in some sort of trance. He stepped closer and noticed that she was breathing faster than normal and her face was starting to flush. He placed his hand on her shoulder to try to break the spell.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, are you okay?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now her face was visibly flushed, her pupils had dilated, and if Edward didn't know better, he would have guessed that she was aroused.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, Edward, I am so sorry. I was just thinking about some games I could do with the kids. I am so embarrassed; you must think I am such a spaz."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was reluctant to believe her story but decided to give her the tour. She seemed impressed with the house, but as they neared what would be her bedroom, Edward started to have doubts about hiring her. She would be just down the hall from him, sleeping. He wondered what she slept in: maybe nothing, or little nighties that would barely hide anything. Oh no, would she walk around the house in short shorts and tank tops? He started to perspire, and his cock stayed in its rock hard state. Could he really live next to this woman? Maybe it wouldn't be so hard all the time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He cleared his throat. "This is where you would sleep." As he opened the door, he stepped back and let her explore the room.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella</span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella couldn't believe her luck. She finally found a job that could give her enough money to follow her dreams while also giving her some experience in her field… and the dad was fuckhot. She had been so nervous on her way there and worried about being the right candidate for the job; it never crossed her mind that she would also be working for a DILF. When he greeted her at the door, she did everything she could to keep from jumping him right there and rubbing his cock all over her body.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was tall and lean. It looked like he had some definition hiding under his clothes but nothing too bulky. His hair was longer than most guys', but it was perfect for balancing out his face. The lines of his jaw and cheeks were so sharp that having the erratic hairs sticking out every which way helped to soften his look. It made him more approachable, while short cropped hair would have made him too serious or possibly intimidating. His eyes held the same intensity; he was concentrating so hard on something as she stood there that she felt like she was interfering in a personal moment by interrupting.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Umm, is this the right house?" she asked.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The look he gave her made her stomach twist and turn in knots. Her heart rate started to accelerate, and then she felt her nipples harden under her bra. When he finally asked her to come inside to talk about his needs, she almost died right there. She tried to keep herself as composed as possible, but she was so nervous she was sure he could see her heart beating out of her chest. She kept incessantly twirling her hair like a little school girl and rambled on and on about her dreams.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She tried to stop herself, but she couldn't help the nagging voice in her head that told her to take just a peek! Very quickly, she let her eyes glance down to his crotch and was shocked when she saw the outline of a very hard cock. This brought a secret smile to her face. Knowing that this man found her even remotely attractive sent a shiver straight down to her clit. If her panties weren't already soaked, they would have been by now. She couldn't help but let all the fantasies float through her head.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>He came home late, the kids were in bed, and she was wearing a little cami and waiting in the kitchen to serve him dinner. Her hair was piled high, exposing her neck. All her nerves seem</i>ed t<i>o be on end. Her nipples were so hard, straining against the fabric. They were tingling and aching for something; even a whispered breeze would have released a moan from her. Her booty shorts exposed enough of her ass that she was almost begging for a playful spanking. The fabric rubbed against her clit, causing her to feel warmth, a tingle, a need that could only be extinguished by the feel of a hard long cock against it.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward immediately noticed her state of arousal and stalked over to her.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Hello</i>, B<i>ella, have you been a good girl today?" Whenever he called her a good girl, her clit pulsated, and she felt shame for liking it so much.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Yes, Daddy, I did everything you asked. The girls are already in bed and dinner is in the fridge. Would you like me to heat it up for you?" She knew very well what she was doing. Edward had asked her to have dinner ready on the table, not in the fridge.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Didn't I ask you to have dinner on the table? Oh, Bella, you have been a very bad girl. You know what needs to be done now."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And she did.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As much as she like being called a good girl, being a bad girl was so much better.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She walked over to the island in the center of the kitchen. Slowly she took off her top; the feel of the cool air touched her nipples and caused them to contract even more. As she slid her panties down to the floor, she felt how wet she really was, the panties smearing a little down her thigh. She was sure he could see the glisten on her, but she was not allowed to look him in the eye.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pressing her chest and stomach down flat on the island was a shocking sensation. The marble was so smooth and cold against her. She wanted to lift her body up slightly and let her nipples just graze the counter top to enjoy the feel of it, but she couldn't – Daddy would be mad.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She felt him come up from behind her and rub his hand down her back. Her body naturally responded and arched up to his touch, but he grabbed her hands above her head and forced her down again.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His voice changed; it became lower, authoritative, and monotone. "I was so looking forward to relaxing and having a quiet dinner, but it seems now that I need to teach you a lesson. Grab the edge of the counter with your hands and spread your legs."</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She grabbed the counter tightly, spreading her legs. The air hit her pussy and sent a cool breeze over the wetness; she was almost dripping onto the floor.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>He huffed in what sounded like annoyance, but she knew better. He was taking in the beauty of her being bent over the counter</i>, w<i>aiting to see what he was going to do.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">WHACK.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella bit the inside of her cheek, allowing no sound to come out. She heard Edward shift over to the fridge.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I am going to heat my dinner up now and eat it. You are to be a good little girl and stay like this until I am done. Maybe next time, you won't make me wait for my dinner, and you won't have to wait either."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She started to feel the excitement building inside of her. She heard him moving around the kitchen and turning on the microwave.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The clock was ticking so slowly. She was ready to walk over to him and beg him to fuck her, but she could not. That was not their rule or the game. Instead, she stayed still, even though her knees were getting tired from the position. Her body ached, in more ways than one.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, are you okay?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella was snapped back into reality when Edward touched her shoulder. She felt the heat of his hands travel straight down to her breasts; she wished that they would alleviate some of the tension she felt there. She was so embarrassed that she came up with a lie about games for the kids, when really she was thinking about fucking him. She couldn't even look him in the eye when she said it, but luckily, he didn't ask for more detail. Instead, he was offering to show her around.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The house was beautiful, but she was anxious to see her bedroom. She glanced over at Edward; he had slowed his pace for some reason, almost like he was hesitating. He also appeared to be sweating a little, but she did not think that it was hot in the house. She was about to ponder what would have caused such a reaction, but then he opened a door and said it would be her bedroom. Edward stepped back and allowed her to explore on her own.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first thing she noticed was the bed: it was very large, possibly a King size, with a wrought-iron headboard. A sliding glass door led out to the small terrace in the back yard. The closet was larger than her bedroom back home, and the bathroom was double the size she was used to.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was so much to take in; this would be the perfect job for Bella, with the possibility of many perks.<br />
As she walked around and surveyed the room some more, taking in the details, she let her mind wander back to the kitchen fantasy.…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Spread legs, wanting, needing, and waiting. She felt as if she would combust from sheer sexual hunger. Finally, she heard the clamor of dishes hitting the bottom of the sink. Her breathing was all over place, and she had no idea what would be next.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Good girl. You are very lucky that you cooked my favorite tonight. I am going to let you get off easy. I will only spank you three more times</i>, b<i>ut then I want you on your knees."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She held her breath, waiting for the deliciously painful assault to begin.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He laid three quick slaps on her backside. The sensation was more of a burning tingle than pain. He never spanked her hard; it was part of their game.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Turning around, she sank to her knees. The cool tile was a relief after standing up, bent over for so long. She kept her eyes straight ahead. After a second or two, Edward stepped in her line of vision. He had discarded his pants and was stroking himself through his black boxers. He was long and thick, and the rhythmic movements were hypnotic.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I want you to suck my cock. Open up."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She leaned forward and opened her mouth. He pulled his cock out and guided it in. He had no taste, just clean. She sucked, licked, and scraped her teeth along the shaft until he could not take it anymore. He reached down and pulled her up to her feet. He forced her to turn around so her backside was pressed up against his erection and then guided her towards the kitchen table. Her body was pressed down on the tabletop, and he thrusted his cock all the way inside of her.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>ARGH," she screamed from the assault. He continually pulled out at painstakingly slow pace to only thrust back in at full force. Eventually his pace picked up, and she was reaching climax until Edward pulled out.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I want you to flip over, baby, and spread your legs for me. I want to eat the beautiful pussy of yours."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She flipped over and spread her legs. Luckily, Edward must have noticed that she was hanging on by a thread, because he had placed each of her legs on a chair for support. He sank down to his knees and buried his tongue inside of her. As he lapped at her pussy, he coaxed moans out of her. She was panting and thrashing around; the build-up of her orgasm was almost unbearable after he had delayed it. She wanted to push his face away and pull him closer at the same time. Almost there, hanging on the edge, but she couldn't seem to go over. Suddenly she felt the tip of his finger being pushed against her asshole, and it was just enough that it pushed her over the ledge. She was surprised at how good ass play felt to her. Never had she experienced that strong of an orgasm before.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, do you need a hand?" Edward asked quietly from the doorway.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella stood frozen in one spot. She was completely shocked to find that she had been so caught up in her fantasy while touring the house, that she started to touch herself ever so slightly through her clothes. She couldn't deny her attraction now or her needs.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I would love a hand."</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-80194766922027207532012-08-10T21:17:00.000-07:002012-08-31T21:17:57.823-07:00My Forbidden Fruit<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At ten, she was told he was her forbidden fruit, but now eight years later, she is back to have her forbidden.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M<b> </b>Genre: Angst & erotic Word Count: 5850 Pairing: Edward & Bella</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer:</b> Stephanie Meyer owns everything twilight, I just play some with Edward and Bella.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>My Forbidden Fruit</b></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Putting on her Gucci sunglasses over her eyes, Bella Swan makes her way outside the airport, calling him every name in the book while pushing her luggage, a carry-on bag, and a heavy suitcase. The rest of her things were sent there a week ago.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The fucker is late!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With a huff, she exits the airport. Her eyes take in the parking lot and search for her father's best friend, Edward Cullen, without any luck. The weather is exactly the opposite of what she is accustomed to. She is glad that she had the foresight to change her jeans and hoodie in favor of a fitted shirt and shorts.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella smirks at the primary reason behind her outfit, the very reason why she decided to come here. Not that she would ever tell anyone about it save for her two best friends, Rosalie Hale and Alice Brandon.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She plans to seduce Edward Cullen, who she has not seen in five years.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward is her father's best friend. Even at the age of thirteen, she knew that Edward is the most beautiful man of the world. There would be nobody else for her. Now that she is finally eighteen, she would make sure that he would be hers. For the past five years, her father has tried his best to take her on trips involving Edward, but she always had reasons not to go. It wasn't Edward fault-it was the fault of his wife, Tanya Cullen, the she-devil.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A ten-year-old Bella can't stop herself. She is too excited to remain seated on one place. After all, Edward is coming today, and she would get to spend two weeks with him. She could hardly contain herself from jumping up and down like a child.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The sound of a car coming to a screeching halt makes Bella forget about her inhibitions. She runs toward the door, stumbling twice on the way. She opens it with so much force it surprises even her. Then, she launches herself into the arms of the unsuspecting man who has one hand raised in the air ready to ring the doorbell.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stumbles with the force of her attack but he manages to balance them both, laughing at her enthusiasm.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Hello, pretty girl!"</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She couldn't help but blush at Edward's greeting. His voice feels like butter and honey that has a bell-sounding quality to it similar to an angel. At least, ten-year-old Bella thinks so.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She squeals out a quick hi before burying her face on his shoulder.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>So now you are gonna go all shy with me, pretty girl?"</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She doesn't grace him with an answer–not a verbal one, at least. She just nods into his shoulder. With her head still in his arms, Bella makes his way into the house, the luggage forgotten for now.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Tanya, sweetheart. Come on."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella scoffs internally at the reminder that Edward's wife would also be joining them the whole time. Tanya acts all lovingly to Bella in front of everyone, but as soon as their backs are turned, she glares at Bella. Bella does not know the reason for this hatred.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella slowly lifts her head from Edward's shoulder, only to find the witch glaring at her. Once again, she buries her face into her safe haven:</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's shoulder.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward has now reached the living room where an amused Charlie greets him, shaking his head adoringly at his daughter's eagerness. Edward shifts her in one arm so the other could shake Charlie's hand.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Bella, let Edward breathe, and show Tanya her room. That way, she could freshen up while I catch up with Edward."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella glares at her dad while still in Edward's arm. It felt like he told her that Santa does not exist. This only causes the two men to laugh once again.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I'll be waiting for you to come back, pretty girl."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella pouts at Edward, not wanting to leave his warm and safe arms. Edward smiles at her and with the softest lips, he kisses her nose.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I promise."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella nods, believing Edward's words while blushing a bright scarlet color. Edward places her on the wooden floor with utmost care. At last, she reluctantly steps away from him.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She turns to Tanya who is now standing by Edward.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Hello, Tanya."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tanya's smile would have been warm if there wasn't anger and resentment in her eyes.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Whatever! It's not like Tanya is Bella's favorite person in the world.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ignoring the look Tanya is giving her, Bella leads Satan to the room where she would be staying with Edward.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella steps into the room with Tanya behind her. When the door closes behind Bella, she spins around and narrow her eyes at Tanya. However, before Bella could say anything, she feels a slap on her face.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Never in her life has anyone even raised a voice to Bella, let alone slap her. She has no idea what she has done to warrant this. Yet, in that moment, she can't find it in herself to fight Tanya because of fear. Bella couldn't stop the tears of humiliation from falling. She could feel the sting of the slap and know that it would certainly leave a bruise later because of her pale skin.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The woman who has just slapped Bella is looking at her with so much malice that fear makes its way through her spine. She has to step back. Every time Tanya looks at Bella with hatred, Edward has always been there. Bella knew nothing would happen to her. However, Edward is not present in the room. She is on her own, and she is scared.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella sweeps her eyes across to find escape from the monster in front of her. Then, her eyes fall on the door. She tries to run for it, but the she-devil grips her arm painfully and whispers harshly.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Listen to me, little girl. You will not go near my husband. You will stay in your room for two weeks, faking being sick. You will never try to talk to him, or I will do something much more painful than slapping. I forbid you to meet him. He is your forbidden fruit–the one you will never have."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella could feel the prickle of tears forming at the corner of her eyes and blinks her eyelids in an attempt to stop crying. Even after eight years, the memory still makes her cry, although the reason has changed. There is no fear associated with the memory. Only anger.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Anger at Tanya for keeping Bella away from her true love.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Anger at herself for allowing Tanya to have so much power over her to allow it to happen.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This ends now. She would no longer stay away from her Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, pretty girl," says the whisper to her ear. Her eyes widen and her breathing stops. Her heart beats so fast, it feels like it would jump out of her body. Even without the familiar term of endearment, Bella could have told you who it was because she could feel it in her very being. Every pore of her body is singing with energy whenever he is near.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She whirls around, and there he is in all his glory. The same bronze hair that has a mind of its own. The same pouty lips. Lastly, the same green, soulful eyes that seem to always read her thoughts. Bella's hungry eyes devour every inch of his face like a thirsty man in the desert.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Eight years have passed, and he has gotten even more handsome. Bella throws her arms around his neck, and without thinking, wraps her legs around his waist. Just like the last time, Bella face finds solace in his neck. She inhales his unique scent–manly and natural.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One of Edward's arms comes around Bella's waist and the other goes below her thighs to support her weight. The feeling of his arms around her makes Bella feel secure after eight long years. It finally feels like home.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I missed you, pretty girl."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's voice brings back so many memories, and Bella's mind once again goes to that gloomy day. She remembers running into her room being scared. But before he could see her, Tanya said to her,<i>"Don't you dare tell Edward because he would never believe you. He trusts me. He is my husband. He will believe me over you."</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella didn't come out of her room for two weeks while Edward stayed with them that summer. She didn't talk to anyone. No matter how much Edward and Charlie tried to talk to her, she refused to come out until they backed away. Every summer since then, Bella always went to live with her mother. She had cut all her ties with Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before, it was because of the fear she felt at the mention of Tanya. Later, it was because of her insecurity–insecurity that Tanya's words had caused.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I missed you too, Edward," Bella replies in his shoulder. He is the one person who understood her like no other. He has always talked to her like an adult–an equal. She is aware that she can't fall apart in front of him; she needs to be strong if she wants to be with him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am a strong, sexy woman.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She repeats the mantra her two best friends, Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale, have ingrained in her. They are the reasons why Bella is here. When they found out about Bella's love for her father's best friend, they prepared Bella. They built her confidence, and now she is here.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella lifts her head and then her eyes meet his. At the back of her mind, she realizes that she doesn't even remember removing her sunglasses. Nevertheless, when green and brown connects, the atmosphere around them changes. The tension becomes so palpable that it is too hard to ignore. Their faces are so close that Bella could feel his warm, minty breath against her lips while his nose is only an inch away from her own. Suddenly, she is aware of just how close their bodies actually are.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her legs and arms wrap around his. Her perky breasts are pressed against his chest, which causes a shiver of desire to run through her body. From the base of her spine, the sensation slowly radiates to her body until it finally settles between her legs.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">God! Bella wants him so much that it hurts.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A horn in the background breaks their moment, causing them to jump apart. Bella had accepted long ago that she wants Edward in every way possible. However, she also knows that it would be difficult for Edward to come to terms with his want for her, so it doesn't hurt her when Edward looks anywhere but her. He needs time to accept that Bella is no longer a kid but an eighteen-year-old woman.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward clears his throat and finally looks into her eyes with a smile. Still, Bella could see the various emotions in his eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Confusion.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Panic.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Lust.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Desire.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Self-loathing.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward takes Bella's luggage and moves toward his Volvo, with Bella following closely behind. She is aware that her mission to seduce Edward and make him fall in love with her would not be a walk in the park. She is prepared for Edward's denial and rejection, but she knows that he would crumble to her will. He has to. Bella's best friends have trained her well.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Operation Seducing Edward Cullen begins now.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Like the gentleman he is, Edward opens the passenger door for her. With a grateful yet seductive smile, Bella slides into her seat.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Edward enters the car, he looks baffled. Bella has to bite her lip to hide her smirk. If her mere smile would cause this reaction, only God could save him from what she has planned.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella fumbles with her seat belt, trying to fasten the damn thing. Edward, being the knight-in-shining-armor that he is, comes to her rescue.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Let me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His voice is just a whisper, but it feels like chocolate fudge brownie. Bella has to work hard to keep her breathing normal.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward leans over the car console and places a hand over the headrest while his other hand fastens the seatbelt. Just as he removes his hand, Bella moves slightly to the front in a pretense of placing her phone in the glove compartment. The move makes Bella's left breast press against Edward's arm, causing her body to react in unexpected ways.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward quickly sits straight in his seat. When Bella turns toward him, his eyes are closed, while he shakes his head and mumbles "no" repeatedly.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella just leans back against her seat and closes her eyes, waiting for Edward to regain his composure.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">…..</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It had been a few days since Bella came to live with Edward. College would start in two months. Originally, Bella had decided to live in the dorms like a normal student, but Edward would have none of it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After many arguments since coming here, it has been decided that Bella will be living in Edward's House.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ha! House! It's a fucking mansion.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella remembers the first time she had stepped into Edward's mansion. She hadn't been able to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. The mansion looks like something out of a high class magazine. This shouldn't have surprised her as Edward is from old money.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The last few days have been blissful as well as frustrating. The heat is not something Bella is accustomed to, hence the need to wear shorter clothes. It just happens to have another reason behind it. The way Edward would stop mid-sentence when Bella would stretch her long, bare legs or the way he would talk to her chest rather than her face makes Bella glad that she is taking Rose's advice. If it had been any other thirty-six-year old man watching her like Edward does, Bella would have called him a pervert and kicked him in the nuts, but with Edward, it's all right.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Much more than all right.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella snickers at the last thought. Tanya has once again tried to scare Bella, but this time, Bella is prepared. She has met Tanya's hateful stare head-on and glared right back to her. Tanya would no longer be able to scare her away; she would no longer be apart from Edward anymore.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Although the last few days have been fun, it's now time to step up the game.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella adjusts the straps of her bikini and opens the sliding door as quietly as possible. She could see Edward swimming in the indoor pool with his back to her, and she lets herself admire his body. She nearly faints at the sculptured body of Edward Cullen. He has quite a fine physique for a person in his mid-thirties. She has to remind herself that she would have to have this body to herself. She just needs to be patient.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"May I join you?" she asks when she reaches the side of the pool. When Edward turns toward her, his eyes nearly pop out of his head. Her eyes scan the length of his body before settling on his eyes. His green eyes darken with lust. He closes his eyes and takes deep breath. When he opens his eyes again, he smiles at her before nodding. Although he tries to hide it, Bella could still see desire mixed with guilt. Guilt at practically eye-fucking his best friend's innocent daughter, who is half his age.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella has her work cut out for her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She walks seductively to the other side of the pool, knowing and feeling his eyes on her ass as she dives.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Even guilt couldn't stop him from ogling her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Surfacing through the water, she turns toward Edward. When their eyes meet again, his eyes are filled with so much raw passion and desire that it takes her breath away. Neither could ignore the pull between them, but neither are brave enough to make the first move.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With their eyes still connected, their bodies seem to move toward each other unconsciously until they are so close they could feel the other's body heat in the cool water. Her breasts are nearly brushing his chest. Edward raises his hand to brush the wet hair away from Bella's face. He starts combing his fingers through her hair, seemingly unaware of what he is doing.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His voice is full of so much need, want, and desire that it takes Bella's breath away. She doesn't reply, afraid that she may ruin the moment. Instead, she tries to tell him with her eyes how much she loves and wants him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward reads Bella's eyes as he leans forward, both of them starting to pant in anticipation of what is about to happen. Just as his lips are about to touch hers, the front door slams closed. Edward's eyes widen as if a bucket of cold water has been dumped on his head. Before she could blink, Edward is out of the pool. Without a glancing at her, he wraps his towel around his waist and walks away from her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">….</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hugging her pillow to her chest, Bella buries her face into the soft mattress as she tries unsuccessfully to keep her tears at bay. It has been a week since the almost-kiss incident, and Edward has been avoiding her. The moment she enters the room, he always has a reason to leave. When she first arrived here, he promised her that he would spend the summer vacation with her. Now, though, he wouldn't even look at her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella has tried her best to make him talk to her, but he doesn't relent. He has the will of steel, but Bella is just as–if not even more–stubborn.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With a new resolve in her, Bella gets up from her bed and makes her way toward Edward's room. Tanya is out of town for the week, so this is her perfect chance. As the distance between the two of them decrease, Bella's heart becomes afraid of his reaction–his rejection. He is the only man she has ever wanted. There would be no one else for her but him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When she reaches his room, he is lying on his back in the middle of the bed. The comforter is up to his waist, leaving his chest exposed. Although his body is that of Adonis, it's his face that truly mesmerizes her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She studies his face in the moonlight while making her way toward the bed and sit at its edge beside Edward's waist. He looks ethereal with his strong jaw and long eyelashes that are resting on his high cheekbones. His soft, pouty, red lips are slightly open, making him look so innocent, calm, and at peace in his sleep.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gingerly, she lifts one hand and traces the lines of his cheeks and his jaw the while trying to contain the sob that is threatening to escape. What if she becomes too much for him and sends her away? What if he starts hating her? Nothing happened in the pool, but he is still ignoring her and punishing her for something she hasn't even done.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When it becomes too much for her to control, she places her hand over her mouth to stop the emotions from coming out, but she couldn't stop the tears. Faster then she can stop, they fall on Edward's face and his eyelids flutters open. He blinks to adjust his eyes in the dark, and then they fall on Bella.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella quickly stands up and tries to make a run for the door, but Edward's hand moves on her wrist to stop her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His voice is a mixture of concern, confusion, and something else. She doesn't turn toward him but fruitlessly tries to tug her hand in an attempt to free it. Edward would have none of it. He tugs her arm, which causes her to fall to the bed beside him. Suddenly, she finds herself in Edward's arms, crushing her to him. With his face pressed against her shoulders, loud, stupid sobs rack her form.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She wraps her arms around his neck tightly and lifts her legs on the bed, tugging them under her. Edward rubs her back soothingly but firmly and mumbles into her ears that everything would be all right. That he would do anything to take away her pain.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His words makes Bella's sobs increase tenfold. How does she tell him that he is the only one who could take away her pain? That he is the only one who could make it all better? She can't. Instead, she clings to him like he is her only lifeline and cries until she couldn't anymore.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She doesn't know how long it has been since she has stopped crying, but she suddenly becomes aware of her position. Somehow, Edward has pulled her into his lap that she is now straddling. When she lifts her head, her breath hitches at the expression of his face. It is the look of a predator. Slowly, he leans forward, his lips brushing away the tears from her right cheek.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What are you doing to me, Bella?" he murmurs against her skin. Then, he proceeds to wipe the tears away from the left side of her face with his lips.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why does the mere presence of you test my limits?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He kisses her left eyelid.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Every time I see you, I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for the next two days."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With his every word and kiss, Bella craves for more. She wants him everywhere–on her, over her, beside her, inside her. She wants to feel his lips on every part of her body, especially on her own. She wants to taste him. She wants to be completely owned by him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I am married."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella opens her eyes, and what she sees breaks her heart. Edward's eyes look pained. There is so much guilt in them they almost make her feel guilty.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Almost.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She can see the pain written all over his face but in the depth of his eyes, she can see the pure, unadulterated lust as well. For her. Bella doesn't care if he is married or not. She also doesn't care whether or not he is her father's best friend. She wants him. Never in her life does she doubt that. Edward wouldn't also have any doubts after this night.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Still looking into his eyes, she leans forward and kisses the corner of his mouth, making his eyes close. She could feel his warm breath against her cheek while she peppers his face with kisses. His breathing increases, but Bella is not doing any better. She stops just as her mouth is inches away from him and whispers his name.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The sound of his name snaps the little control he has over himself. Before Bella could even blink, she finds herself flat on the bed with his lips on hers in a searing kiss. This kiss, her first kiss, is unlike anything she has ever imagined. She always believed that her first kiss would be soft, yet passionate, but the way Edward is kissing her is so much better. She couldn't have asked for a better one.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One of his hands has taken hold of her hair, keeping her where she is. As if she is even planning to go anywhere. His other hand is pulling her hips toward his glorious cock. Even through the fabric of his boxers and her panties, she could feel all of him. It's clear that he wants her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He slides his tongue into her mouth without permission–not that he needs any. The feel of his tongue causes something to stir in the pit of her stomach. As his tongue touches hers, she could feel herself getting damp. The hand on her waist moves to hitch her right leg on his hip. Bella instantly wraps the other leg around his waist, wanting him closer even though it is practically impossible.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She moans as he rubs his penis against her swollen sex. His grunts fill the room, making her wetter.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, please!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There is a delicious ache between her legs, and she knows that only Edward can bring her the relief she desperately needs. Edward chuckles against her lips, and he leans back to give her a crooked smile. Bella might have swooned if she wasn't so aroused right now. She needs him, damn it!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her arms that are around his neck try to bring him back to her, but Edward shakes his head, chuckling at the pout that forms on her face. He leans on his left forearm, hovering over her and tracing the exposed skin of her throat with his forefinger before he looks into her eyes. He says while following his finger with his eyes, "You really don't think I am going to give you release so easily after you made me suffer for days with those short outfits, do you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella tries to speak, but her mouth refused to cooperate with her. She could just plead with him through her eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know, Bella, you deserve to be punished for the ways you have been teasing me," he says while rolling her right nipple with his finger and finishes his sentence with a hard pinch. It doesn't help Bella find her ability to speak. There is a delicious pain and pleasure from the way Edward is playing with her body.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's eyes snap to Bella's. There is something predatory in them that wants to feed on Bella's body. Bella has never really seen Edward like this, and it only ruins her panties further. Removing his hand from her breast, he wraps her hair in his hand and tugs hard. Leaning forward so that his mouth is next to her ear, he whispers in a low but dangerous voice. "You should have stayed away from me, pretty girl!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She is breathing so fast that she could only take in so much oxygen to keep herself from fainting. From the look on Edward's face, it seems that he is nowhere near done with her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She is all too grateful for that.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He unwraps her legs and arms from him. With a painful slowness, he lifts her tiny tank top upward, exposing her pale, beautiful skin to the silver moonlight. He is still looking into her eyes as he lifts her tank top over her head.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's eyes drift to her breasts and once again, his breathing speeds up. Then, he takes her nipple into his mouth and sucks it like there is no tomorrow. His left hand cups her other breast, rolling and tugging her other nipple.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella is having a sensory overload. His mouth and hands are eliciting the reaction she never thought she is capable of having. By now, she is sure that her panties are drenched as his other hand ghost over her stomach, slowly moving toward the promise land.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She really hadn't thought that this would happen when she had come into his room earlier and cried. Perhaps her tears had weakened his resolve until it was nothing but a myth. All these thoughts escape her as Edward's fingers find her lower lips swollen with want and arousal.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward groans and once again, his mouth finds hers in a searing kiss. He leans back a little and he growls out, "You are so fucking wet for me, pretty girl."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He inserts a finger inside her and Bella cries out with pleasure while her back arches.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So tight…pretty girl….. mine…..only mine," Edward pants against her neck in between biting, sucking, and licking just as another finger enters her. Bella so desperately wants to tell him that she is his. He is the first one to touch her and would be the only one, but the feelings of his hands, mouth, and words make it impossible to form any coherent sentence except to moan his name in a plea for what she wants–no, what she needs.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward….. Oh, God…Edward."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Taking pity on her, Edward starts rubbing the bundle of nerves above her entrance just as he curls his fingers inside of her, and that is all what Bella needed to find her release. As the coil in the pit of her stomach tightens, her back arches and then she explodes. Her eyes close, and she could see white sparks behind her eyelids. Waves and waves of pleasure ride throughout her body, making her tremble from the force of her very first orgasm.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When she finally comes back to the world of the living, she opens her eyes, smiling lazily at a smiling Edward. But his expression changes and the predator is back to have his prey.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh, God!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He gets rid of his last piece of clothing, and Bella's eyes drift toward his cock. Her eyes widen at the size of it. She imagines it to be bigger than the average, not that she has anything to compare it with. She lifts her shaking hand to touch it, but before she could, his fingers wrap around her wrist and he shakes his head no.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We have time for that later."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She smiles at the promise of more. He takes her hands in each of his and places them to the side. She feels him right there, and just like that, she is wet again for him. Leaning forward so that their faces are just a few centimeters apart, he rubs the tip of his cock against her sex and grunts out, "Tell me Bella. How many boys have been this way with you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella doesn't miss the jab at the word boy. Neither does she miss the possessiveness behind his question. Biting her lips to hide her smirk, she shyly replies, "No one, Edward. I have never wanted anyone but you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes darken even more, if it is even possible. In a fluid motion, he breaks through the barrier and finally makes her his. Before Bella could scream out because of the pain, his words near her ears distract her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What are you doing, Bella? For the past ten days, I have been fighting with myself. You know how difficult it is for me to stay away from you? I went through the shame of lusting at a girl half my age who is also none other than my best friend's daughter. Why did you come here tonight, Bella? Just a few tears from those beautiful brown eyes, and all my resolve to stay away from you vanishes. Now, I am forced to bow before you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She realizes that the pain has dulled, so she moves her hips against him to test it. Pain shoots through her, but it is also mixed with pleasure. It feels so glorious to be inside him and finally, she is complete. Edward groans as she moves. Slowly, he thrusts inside her. His movements are long, slow, and intense, making Bella crazy with lust and love for this man.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Soon, his speed increases, and they are indulged in a dance of pulling and pushing, back and forth. Moving his hand between them, Edward starts rubbing his thumb over her sex and she could feel her orgasm building. When she comes, it triggers Edward's own release, both of them groaning each other's name.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward drops on her, his face finding home in her hair as he breathes heavily. Once both of them come back from their high, Edward leans forward, ghosts his lips over her ear, and whispers, "You are mine now, pretty girl. Don't think I am finished with you. Not even close."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's breath hitches as Edward slides down her body, his mouth finding her still throbbing sex.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Flipping the pancakes over in the pan, she moves to place them on the plate and winces.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Shit!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella is still in awe of the man and what he had done to her last night. He has at least made love to her two times when they had finally surrended to sleep. Edward also woke her twice that night to fuck her from behind. If she found out one thing about Edward last night, it is that he is quite skilled in the sex department and insatiable. Not that Bella is complaining. Now she is feeling sore but in a good way.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's whole body tingles as she feels rather than hear him behind her. A contented sigh escapes her as he wraps his arms around her while he feasts on her neck.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How am I supposed to stay away from you when you look so fuckable in my shirt?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ah! His shirt. Yes, Bella has stolen his shirt that was lying on the couch this morning rather than wearing her own tank top.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Only his shirt.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But back to the man who is marking her right now with his lips and teeth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Who said you have to?" she replies. She would have rolled her eyes if she could. After last night, how he could even think about staying away is beyond her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Seriously, men are so stupid sometimes.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Instead of replying, the man in question just lifts the shirt from her back. After freeing his powerful, orgasm-inducing cock, he is inside her. All the thoughts of pancakes or breakfast vanish as he fucks her from behind like a man possessed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">….</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bells sighs as she looks at the thirty-six-year-old man eating pancakes like a six-year-old.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The man is impossible.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After making love to her on kitchen counter followed by the dining table, they have finally settled on the isle to eat the pancakes, which Bella has to reheat. Although Bella would have been happy in roaming the house in nothing but her birthday suit, Edward has demanded that she wears something if she has any plan to eat. After all, he doesn't want to be the reason for her declining health, and she really has to be healthy for what he has planned for her. His words, not hers.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella clenches her thighs as she remembers his words with the look he gave her and shifts in her seat. Edward catches her action and with his dark eyes still on his breakfast, he pats his lap, clearly demanding her to be there; Edward doesn't ask–he demands.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As soon as she is on his lap, the breakfast is abandoned, the shirt is gone, and Edward's mouth is on hers as his hand cups her breast. Soon, the kitchen is filled with moans and grunts. Edward's mouth finds her nipple as he lifts his hips enough to free the most important and her favorite part of his body. Hers legs are wrapped around him, and just as he is about to enter her, they both hear the front door open.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"BELLA! EDWARD!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Both of them freeze as they hear the voice of the one person they have least expected.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Charlie.</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-26268238942333829412012-08-09T18:51:00.000-07:002012-08-31T18:52:09.096-07:00Silence of Sin<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The one woman Edward desires is the one woman he shouldn't. When a surprise guest arrives at his family's summer retreat, lines are blurred and lives are irrevocably changed. </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance / Angst Word Count: 10,181 Pairing: Edward X Bella</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer: </b>I do not own Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended. Rated M for sex and language.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The moist air of summer attached itself to Edward's skin like pudding—thick and sticky. He dabbed at his forehead for the thousandth time with the bandana and pushed away from his chair.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm going down to the water to cool off."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His mother smiled and waved him off. "Go on. Have some fun. It looks like the beach is starting to fill up finally."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He nodded, not caring, and made his way down the sand, walking aimlessly. He regretted his decision to give in to his mother's desire to have him join them at the beach for the summer. He'd had other plans. His friends were all touring Europe—partying and exploring, while he wasted away on a deserted beach with his mother and stepfather.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was disgusted.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Honestly, he was just bored. He was bored with his family, his life, and especially the lack thereof. He wanted booze-ridden nights and easy women. He wanted to wake up next to some gorgeous foreign beauty and not remember how he'd gotten there. The lack of stories he'd have to share when fall rolled around embarrassed him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He'd spent the better part of a year studying and working his ass off. Sure, he'd gone to parties and had his fair share of women, but for the most part, he'd been all business. Letting loose and throwing caution to the wind enticed him, and he knew for a fact there was little adventure to be had in the secluded little shore side town his mother adored.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He walked into the waves until the water hit his knees, and then bent, diving into them and out into the ocean.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The current pulled him out, tugging him toward peace and numbness. The chattering and polite giggles of his mother and the other ladies in town were slowly suffocating him. His stepfather lent little solace to his plight, too busy with transactions and mergers and telecoms to pay any attention to him. Not that he really cared, anyway. He had little in common with Carlisle, and that was fine.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The thrashing of the waves beat against his back, and he turned to make his way back toward the shore. It felt good. The wet sinking sand beneath his feet molded with each step toward hell, but he continued on like a robot, knowing his mother would be calling out for him soon.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The sun was starting to set, and the sun porch where he'd left his mother earlier was empty. It was better that way. He was so frustrated and disgruntled that he knew he'd just end up hurting her feelings… again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He could hear her in the kitchen, getting dinner ready. The house smelled of roasted chicken and fresh vegetables from the farmer's market. They'd spent hours trolling the aisles earlier that day, and now he was looking forward to seeing what sort of concoction his mother would come up with. She was a wonderful cook, something he missed terribly while away at school.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, is that you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He peeked his head into the kitchen and knocked on the door frame, gaining her attention. "Yeah, Mother, it's me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She turned and smiled, wiping her hands on the cherry patterned apron she had tied around her waist. "I'm glad you're back! Just in time for dinner. Go wash up." She turned back to the oven, only to turn back around quickly. "Oh, before I forget, Carlisle's sister will be joining us for the summer! Isn't that nice?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He wrinkled his brow, confused. "She is?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes! I think it'll be nice to spend some time with her. It's been so long."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shrugged. It made no difference to him. He didn't know the woman, and as far as he was concerned, he had better things to worry about. He needed to find something, anything, to fill his time while he was there. He was losing his mind.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll be down in a little bit."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After a long hot shower, one that gave him a few minutes of much needed privacy and the time to properly jerk off without having to worry about his mother walking in, he got out, dried off, and dressed to go downstairs for dinner.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dinner at the summer house was always a casual affair. It was the best part about being there, in Edward's opinion. His mother wasn't usually very stuffy, but she was still a groomed socialite, and she considered dining to be her forte. She loved entertaining, having the best of the best to her house to share her love of gourmet and exotic fare. Esme Cullen came alive in the company of others.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He loved her for it. His mother was as smart as she was beautiful. She had always been his rock—his constant supporter and biggest fan.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The conversation was stilted and awkward. Edward wasn't sure what was going on between his mother and father, but he didn't feel like dealing with it. He was too busy thinking about seeing Bella again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first time Edward met Bella, he'd been a scared little boy of six. It was the day his mother married Carlisle, and he was emotional and insecure. He sat on his grandmother's lap almost the entire time, his mother too pre-occupied with her new husband to keep him company.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sometime after the cake was cut, a beautiful lady came to sit with him, scraping the frosting off her cake and layering it on top of his piece. It made him giggle, and he'd wondered who the silly lady was. She covered her lips with her finger, letting him know it was their little secret.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She watched him play with his Gameboy, asking him silly questions about the characters and about his top scores. He smiled a toothless smile and decided that he liked the lady named Bella very much. When she asked him to dance with her, he followed her to the dance floor and giggled when she lifted him off the floor and swung him around. It was the same for the rest of the night, the two of them in their own little bubble. It was only later that he learned that the pretty lady with the bouncy hair was to be his aunt.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme adored Bella. She was so happy to have a sister-in-law, someone to share things with and spend time with on the holidays. She was encouraged by the fondness Edward had for her—he was such a reserved boy, so quiet and withdrawn after the death of his father. She looked forward to being a part of a family again, having a father figure for Edward, and an aunt for him to look up to.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was disappointed, as was Edward, when Bella decided to go to school on the other side of the country. She was a bright girl, though, and with Carlisle's encouragement, she headed off to an Ivy League university to follow her dreams.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The visits were few and far between, and no one was more disappointed than Edward. Soon, the memory of the beautiful lady with the laugh that was more of a snort became distant and fuzzy. It would be many years before he got to see Bella again, but when he did, it was memorable indeed.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once they were done with dinner, Edward excused himself and decided to roam the boardwalk. It was his escape from the boredom. It was alive, crawling with tourists, lights, sounds and life. He spent a lot of time people watching, getting lost in the lives of others. He wanted to put himself out there, but he was just too wound up.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He wanted to leave. He wanted to tell his mother that he was an adult, and spending the summer with his family was just not what he wanted to do anymore. He wouldn't, of course, knowing that he couldn't handle his mother's disappointment.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He finally found a bench at the edge of the pier. He'd come out to watch the boats regularly. Even though he wanted to join his friends, he had to admit that the lure and appeal of the ocean was intense. He'd always loved it, and when Carlisle bought the house on the beach, he'd also purchased a fifty-eight foot luxury fishing boat.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At the time, Edward had been thrilled. The boat was amazing, and the trips out to sea were incredible. As a young boy, the boat offered a chance for him to bond with his stepfather. They were trying to find a common ground, and fishing became their passion.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They'd taken the boat to Mexico, deep sea fishing for Marlin. They'd also spent long weekends at sea, just enjoying the open water and the company of each other. As Edward got older, he'd had quite a few wild weekends with his friends—without Carlisle's permission.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before he knew what he was doing, his feet were carrying him toward the marina. It was a short walk, and the brisk air felt good on his over-heated skin. The weather was at its peak—hot and stiff, and lingered into the evenings.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It wasn't hard to spot the <i>Marie</i>. She was a beauty—tall and grand, crisp and white and grandiose in comparison to the other boats docked there. He climbed on and let himself melt into the soft cushions on the deck. He didn't have his key handy—something he'd need to remember the next time he decided to visit.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He'd dozed off, letting the dark star-littered sky lull him to sleep. He knew exactly why he was so twisted up. His mind was on an auburn-haired bombshell that he'd had trapped in his subconscious and fantasies for so many years.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was the summer of Edward's thirteenth birthday, and the fifth consecutive year that the Cullen family spent the summer at the house by the shore, that he once again saw Bella. Riddled with raging hormones and fascination, he was completely infatuated all over again, but for reasons separate from those he had when he was a little boy.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella carried herself like no other woman he'd ever seen before. She was full and curvy and soft in all the right places, and the clothing she wore defined every dip and arch of her body.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella came to the shore to relax. She was starting an internship in Europe—much to the dismay of Carlisle, but Edward was absolutely entranced with her. She was bright and witty, beautiful and sexy and because of her constant presence, Edward's hormones went into overdrive. That summer, he and his undying erection became the best of friends.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He found himself obsessed, addicted to her attention, and enthralled with every move she made. He followed her, stalked her, and spied on her. He'd throw himself into every conversation, watched her sunbathe on the deck, drooling like the horny pubescent boy that he was. Daydreams haunted him, taking over his days, and more often than not, he'd have to excuse himself, only to retreat to his bedroom to take care of his constant situation in his pants.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was sweet to Edward, possibly making his state of discomfort even worse without even trying. She'd ruffle his hair, tell him how handsome he was, ask him about school, and spend long afternoons collecting driftwood and sea glass on the sand while they talked. He ate it up… craved it. He sought it out at every turn, purposely doing things to impress her and garner her attention. She was everything, everywhere, and all around him.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All he could think about was Bella.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Unfortunately, his curiosity and fixation on her brought him to her bedroom door one night. It had been balmy out, much too cool for him to wander the boardwalk like he usually did, so instead, he'd stayed at the house, losing himself in mindless television in Bella's absence.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He had no idea where she'd gone off to that night, and it took every bit of restraint he had not to follow her out in the peach halter-tied sundress she'd worn. She'd excused herself from the dinner table once she'd picked at her food, and informed them that she was going out for the night.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme wished her a good time, while both Carlisle and Edward were hesitant to let her leave the table. As far as the family knew, she hadn't made any friends while in town, so going off on her own was a little out of character. Esme waved them off, told her to go out and be young, enjoy her freedom. Edward had never wanted to make his mother shut up more than he did in that moment. He didn't like what she was insinuating, and he really didn't like the sly smile and wink she threw Bella's way as she walked out the door.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His parents retired early that night, locking up the house and turning off all but the porch light, leaving it on for Bella. He was glad. He was unnerved and anxious and wanted to be left alone. His concentration was for shit and his ears were keen to any all noises as he waited for Bella to return.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At some point, he'd fallen asleep on the couch, but woke when he heard the stairs creaking and protesting from footsteps. He jolted up and turned his head to listen for Bella. When he heard her bedroom door close with a swift click, he cautiously made his way toward the stairway, eager to catch a glimpse, a sound… anything.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was just closing in on the bottom step when he heard the door to her room open. He splayed himself against the wall on the other side of the stairs, hidden away and out of sight. There was a giggle, and then the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing and the water flowing from the faucet in the sink. It was only a few seconds, but he was petrified that he'd be caught, and wished he had a better idea on how to effectively spy on her.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There were more doors, opening and shutting, and then nothing. The house was still again. He crept up the stairs, heading straight to her door and pressed his ear against it. He jumped back, surprised, when he heard the obvious sounds of a man's deep grunts, and the sweet, breathy moans of Bella's replies.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His heart shattered into a million pieces, shards and partials scattered about in his chest, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He knew what fucking sounded like. He'd unfortunately heard the sounds of his parents going at it once or twice, but he was also familiar with free porn on the internet.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She had a man in there, in her room, and they were fucking. His Bella, his passion, his dream girl, was on the other side of the wooden entrance giving herself to someone else.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was heart sick and completely turned on.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward couldn't help that the sound of the beautiful woman's moans of pleasure affected him. His dick had a mind of its own. With a shaky breath, he moved closer to the door once more, pressed the side of his face against it, and pushed a hand down his shorts, grasping his erection tightly.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For more than twenty minutes, he stood at that door and listened as the lucky bastard took Bella over and over again. Roughly, from the sound of things. The way the furniture shook, and the loud slap of skin echoed, he was surprised his parents hadn't heard.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For that, he was glad because he would have no way to explain away the fact that he was eavesdropping at her door, tugging and pulling at his meaty cock while Bella was fucked by the man. He closed his eyes. He imagined it was him, slamming into her heat, pushing her and making her cry out for him. Of course, he'd never had such a vivid picture when he'd masturbated before. He'd picture a cute chick from school, maybe some girl he'd seen on TV, or sometimes nothing at all. He'd just play with it until he came. Simple as that.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This time, everything changed for him. In him. He wished more than anything that he was a man, someone Bella wanted to fuck, suck, and beg for. And Lord was she begging.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">More. More.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Harder. Harder.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh, God, please.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With a stiff jerk, his body shook as he filled his hand and boxers with the product of his orgasm. One thing was fact. He'd never come so hard in his life. It'd almost brought him to his knees.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Deciding that it was a terrible idea to stay put, he wiped the mess on his pants and stealthily moved toward his room on the other side of the hallway.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He didn't close the door all the way, not wanting to make any unnecessary noise and pulled his shorts and boxers off in one swift motion. He grabbed a towel off the floor, wiped himself off, and tugged a pair of fresh boxers up his legs.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was physically and emotionally exhausted and fell against his mattress with a long, drawn out sigh.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Those memories were always with him. Everything triggered them. They were the reason for the preference he had for petite brunettes—not that he'd ever chased away a buxom blonde, but when given the choice, he'd hunt for the girls with taunting brown eyes and curvy hips. Edward wasn't proud to admit that he'd close his eyes while he was inside of those girls and image they were someone else. He only heard her throaty moans and lustful sighs. It was his name he'd hear, in her voice, when those faceless girls cried out after he'd fucked them senseless. No, he wasn't proud at all, but it was out of his control.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At the thought of it, he reached down and palmed his cock through his shorts, rubbing relentlessly to relieve the ache that started the moment he heard his mother utter her name. Just knowing that she'd be close—close enough for him to see, smell, and hopefully touch-made him incredibly hard. There was no way the ache was going away, and he was alone, so without another thought, he pushed his hand underneath the fabric and grasped his throbbing hard-on.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pushed his shorts down over his hips and when the cold air hit his sensitive skin, he hissed. It felt good—the fire inside of him was too much. He slid his hand up and down, up and down, rubbing his palm over the head before descending down again, grazing his balls.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck," he groaned, the pain lessening a bit as he stroked harder and harder.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A creak from beside him caused him to stop his ministrations. He held deadly still, looking back and forth in the dark, trying to focus in the black of the night.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Who's there," he called out, stunned that someone caught him in such a compromising position.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Logically, he knew there was no way someone was on <i>his</i> boat, but there were several boats anchored nearby, and anyone could walk along the wooden dock and catch him. They wouldn't see much, truth be told—it was far too dark—but it didn't stop the paranoia from seeping into his bones.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A figure came into view, a delicate, petite bit of a girl—woman. Edward gasped, surprised and more than a little turned on that she'd been watching him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't stop," she whispered into the night. "Please."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A strangled cry escaped his lips as he tugged at himself, twisting and squeezing the length of his cock. He watched as she swayed across the deck of the boat, out of the shadows until she was right in front of him. He still couldn't see her, but he could see her silhouette well enough. Her hair fell over her shoulders like a mink blanket—full and wavy, tousled by the sea wind. Her hips were plump, curved and full, and her tiny waist called to him, begging for his fingers to dig in and hold on as he fucked her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was speechless. The sight of Edward touching himself excited her like nothing she'd ever seen before. She could see how strong—how beautiful he was. Underneath the moonlight, she could see every inch of his chiseled face, every shallow breath he took. She knew she was but a shadow to him—she preferred it that way. The mystery was enticing. Being a faceless desire to him was the sexiest thing she'd ever felt. Something drew her to him, something primal and deep inside of her. Something she'd thought was long gone… the want, the yearning.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She'd stood in the dark and watched him, followed him. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. The pull was too strong, and she wanted him… wanted him more than anything she'd ever wanted before. It'd been so long since she'd felt the lure of passion—of pure need.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was wound so tight that he was ready to explode. He was afraid of embarrassing himself like a school boy in front of her—the sinful beauty in front of him—but there was nothing to it. His body tensed, his hand tightened around his hardness, and he came in heavy spurts against his stomach.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh fuck," he groaned, stroking himself slowly as he finished.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was beside him when he opened his eyes. He gasped when he felt her mouth around his member, shuddering when she sucked on him softly, reverently. He was spent, but that didn't stop her. She kissed all around him, gently rolling his balls in her hand and moved her way up his stomach and toward his chest. His head reared back, his eyes closed. The feel of her closeness was almost too much.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was like an apparition—too good to be real. At that point, he wasn't even sure if he was dreaming or not. Things like that didn't happen—at least not to him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've never seen anything more beautiful than you touching yourself," she whispered in his ear, letting her tongue peek out to taste his salted skin. "I could only imagine how you'd feel inside of me… my pussy instead of your hand."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her breasts were right in front of him when he opened his eyes—her legs thrown over him as she straddled him. Instinctively his hands went to them, caressed them, molded around them and squeezed. They were glorious—full and pert, just enough to fill the palms of his hands. The sound of her mewls and moans set him off, and suddenly touching them was not enough. The top she was wearing was cut low enough for him to taste them, and so he did.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She began pushing against him, the soft satin fabric causing a delicious friction on his cock. He was hard again—faster than he'd ever recovered. He was in awe of her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I have to go," she said, so soft that he almost thought he was imagining her words.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Inside, he was screaming. <i>No! </i>He wanted nothing more than to take her, keep her, and have her until he wasn't able to breathe.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please, stay."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She sighed, sadly. "I wish I could, cher, but I cannot stay. Thank you… thank you for sharing this with me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She slid off of him, straightened her skirt, turned and walked away without another word. At first, Edward was stunned stupid. Once he gathered his bearings, he pulled up his pants and fled after her, tripping over the edge of the boat in his haste. Once he was on the wooden planks of the dock, he looked back and forth, but she was nowhere to be found. It was as if she had disappeared off the face of the earth, as if she never existed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He began to question his sanity, and after shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he shoved his hands in his pockets and headed back toward town.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That night, he was plagued with dreams of a raven-haired beauty with ample breasts and a delectable mouth. He slept restlessly, completely aroused and completely confused.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The next morning the smell of bacon and warm toast woke him. He was groggy from sleeping little and grouchy after not being able to have what he wanted so badly. He wanted to avoid breakfast all together and run back to the boat and search for his lost lady love. He wanted to trap her and make love to her as the ship sways on the water.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When he cleared the last step of the stairway, an uncanny chill ran up his spine when he heard the beautiful tinkering of a most familiar voice. Goosebumps pricked at his skin as realization floods his pores.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme was thrilled to find Bella at the kitchen counter pouring coffee when she walked into the room when she woke. It'd been so many years that she hardly recognized the beautiful girl in front of her. She'd become a true woman, almost a stranger to her now. She couldn't wait to catch up and learn everything there was to know about her sister-in-law. She hoped they could forge a stronger bond now that she was there.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella wasn't sure what she was doing in that house. She'd stayed away for so long that she now felt like an intruder—a fraud among strangers. There was a lure, however, one she had denied for a long time, and she knew she could no longer stay away. Curiosity and defiance strengthened her need to be set in the circle of the Cullen family.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She'd spend most of the morning with Esme, catching up and filling her in on her travels. She liked Esme, even though she barely knew her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When she looked up and saw that Edward was watching them as they laughed and talked over coffee and scones, she couldn't help but give him a smile that only he would understand. His eyes were dark, and she could sense the anger he felt toward her and her betrayal. She intended on coming clean—telling him that it was her on the boat, but she couldn't bring herself to do it after what they'd shared. It would have tainted it, and she wanted to hold that for as long as she could.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," Esme sang, waving toward Bella with a smile. "Isabella arrived late last night. You remember Isabella, don't you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes never left hers as he gave his mother a swift nod. "Welcome, <i>Isabella,</i>" he said tightly. "If you'll excuse me, I have some things I need to take care of this morning."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He turned to escape. It was obvious that he was angry and uncomfortable. That was never Bella's intention. She felt horrible for hurting him. He was special to her—she never wanted to see that look in his eyes. She remembered a time when he adored her—hung on every word she muttered and every step she took. She lived for those moments, held on to them when she was alone. No one had ever made her feel as important as Edward had.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why don't you take Isabella along? I'm sure she'd love a tour of the town, show her around a little bit."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme's tone left no room for argument. She was insisting, and felt that Edward was being rude. She couldn't understand it. Edward always loved Bella. She didn't expect the rude behavior he was exhibiting toward their guest—their family. She wouldn't tolerate it, and Edward knew it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fine," he said stoically, never turning around to acknowledge either of them.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella scrambled up from the table and ran to her room to change. She wanted to explain things to him, make him understand that it was just impulsive on her part. There was too much at stake if he were to blow up and anyone found out. She had to make things right.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It took her all of five minutes to throw on a casual sundress and her sandals before heading back downstairs. Edward was waiting for her at the door, flipping a set of keys in his hand. He didn't look up when he heard her, but opened the door and headed outside, the expectation that she follow obvious.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She did follow him. It was difficult keeping up with his long strides, but she knew he was mad and kept her mouth shut. She had no idea where they were going, but was afraid to ask. She had a feeling he was ready to tell her <i>where</i> to go.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was stunned, however, when the bobbing of the boats in the marina appeared. Was he going back to the scene of the crime? To torment her? Accuse her? Confront her? She took a shaky breath and straightened her back. She would take the backlash. She deserved it. She was a horrible person—detestable, and not only because of what she'd done to the beautiful boy in front of her. It was who she was—ugly on the inside. Her outward beauty a decoy, used to lure and destroy any and all that encountered her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward couldn't think straight as he walked toward the boat. His mind and thoughts were all over the place. He could smell and feel her all around him, and it was driving him into a frenzy. Logically, he should have been thrilled that the object of his filthy fantasies was there, had been there, but suddenly, his conscience was in overdrive. She was his aunt—his father's sister. It was sick, wasn't it? He wasn't even sure what to think anymore. She'd had his dick in her hands… her <i>mouth.</i> That vision wasn't something he'd ever be able to erase, and he was enraged.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How dare she.</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He could tell she was surprised when he turned and offered her his hand to help her aboard. He could see the questions in her deep brown eyes, but he wasn't willing to give her any answers, not until he got some of his own.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He followed her, throwing his legs over the edge and turning to face her. The moment he looked down and got caught in her gaze, he was lost again. Without hesitation, he grabbed her, pulled her into his arms and crashed his lips on hers.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was dizzy. The way he held her, so possessive and incessant, needy and uncontrolled, threw her into a whirl of emotions she'd long ago locked up inside. The way he made her feel frightened her. It should have sent off alarms and sirens for her to stop—to push him away, but she couldn't stop it no matter how wrong it was.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was gorgeous, all chiseled jaw and sloped strong nose. His hands were brusque and manly, stronger than any that had touched her before. His lips were like sugar in her mouth, dissolving inside of her and pushing down the sour taste of distractions and emptiness. She wanted to eat him whole—every bit of him. She knew in an instant that she'd never get enough of him, not ever. In her darkest, loneliest days she would remember his taste, the way he held her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Stars punched behind Edward's lids as he kissed her. He'd never been so satisfied by a woman before. There was no doubt that if he ever touched the flesh of another female, he'd remember that moment. He was drunk on her, dizzy and faded by her and the way she felt against him. Lifting her in his arms, she wrapped her long, lithe legs around his waist, and he moved them toward the door to the cabin. Talking be damned, he was taking her until he couldn't take anymore. If this was all he could have, the only moment, he was going to make it remarkable. He had no idea what faced them later on, but it didn't matter. His heart was screaming for her. The craving to have her was too much of a temptation. He would likely go mad if he had to wonder for the rest of his life about what could have been.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pressing the key into the lock, he swiftly got them through the door and led them to the back of the cabin and they tumbled onto the neatly made bed, lips and hands and tongues fighting and feverishly searching. Bella was lightheaded. She could feel the bubbling inside of her and ached to have him touch her like the lover she longed for him to be. The fabric of her dress was pushed aside, her delicate satin underwear torn away, and his fingers dipped inside of her. Her back arched, her actions so needy and wanton that she hardly recognized herself.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was rough, taking, taking what he so desperately needed. His thoughts were crazed, muddled, and dislocated. The smooth velvet of her warmth rendered him lame. He had no words, nothing sensible to say to her. All he could do was feel. He could smell her then—the musk of her arousal so sweet and succulent that it made his mouth water. He removed his finger, chuckling darkly when he heard her disappointed whine.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He wasn't sure what game she thought she was playing, but he was throwing his dice on the table. She wanted to throw that cunt around like the tease she was, well, he was calling her bluff. He would fuck some sense into her, show her that he was not a child, but a man worthy of fucking her, showing her pleasure like she'd never known. He'd loved her since he was a child, and he wasn't going to let her stop now that she'd put the ball in motion.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"God, yes, Edward," she cried. "Please… more!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stood, pushed his shorts down his legs and watched as her eyes widened when his cock snapped back against his stomach, harder than steel and pulsing with the need to be sheathed in her soft, wet cunt.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was magnificent in his heated rage, she thought. Lean, strong muscles stretched across his chest and shoulders, and a strap of coiled muscles led to his profoundly impressive cock. She'd remembered it, easily, the way it felt in her hands and her mouth. She was reminded of her brazen actions when she stared at it, licking her lips with anticipation. She was ready for him to fuck her, to own her body the way she so desperately needed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She wasn't stupid. She could see the hurt in his eyes. Edward's feelings were written all over his face. He was agonizing over this decision to fuck her, but she hoped he'd look beyond it—see how remarkable they were together, the way their bodies sang to each other when they touched. There was something magically happening, and she wasn't sure he would be able to see it through the guilt and shame he was working through in his head.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't think. Please… I want this… I want you. Take me, Edward. Use me… I'm yours… I'm all yours."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He hissed, taking his shaft in his hand and gripping it tightly. She could see the war behind his eyes. She only hoped he'd give this to her—to himself. She wasn't sure she could live with the almost of knowing him… she needed to know—to feel that true passion she felt with him. If only once in her life, she needed it to get by.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward the edge of the bed before flipping her onto her stomach and lifting her hips. He slammed into her with so much force that the wind was knocked out of her, and then pulled out and did it again. And again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His pace was frantic. He was fucking blind with the way she felt on the inside, the way she molded around him like she was custom made for him, a tool of his desire for him and him only. His hold on her was punishing, brutal, but there was no way he could control himself. Years of pent-up desire and fantasy crashed into him, knocking him flat on his ass. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought he'd actually get to touch her, and now that he had, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to pretend it never happened. There was no going back for him. He was in love with her—loved her. He needed her like oxygen and blood; he couldn't go another day without it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck," he cried out. "Jesus, fuck, you're every-fucking-thing. Why?" he insisted. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now? "</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pounded into her with an almost inhuman strength. His heart battled against his chest and he took and took and took from her. The giving was secondary—he'd given her his heart a long time ago. If she was toying with him, he'd make sure she felt him for the rest of her life. Every man that came after him would be compared to the fucking he gave to her. He wanted her to feel him inside of her every moment for the rest of her life. He poured his heart into her as he hit her in spots he was sure no one had ever touched before.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh God," she wept. "It's never… it's never, ever felt like this. Please, make it all go away."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He had no idea what she was talking about. His brain was pretty much mush and he was in no position to make sense of any of it. The animalistic sound of the sins of their bodies filled the room like pollution. The slap of skin and grunts of pleasure frightened him. He was possessed—trapped in web of lust and deceit like he'd never experienced.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And he was a glutton.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His hands moved to her waist then, lifting her so that he could move more fully on top of her. He wanted every part of him to invade her, suffocate her. She was his—he wanted to consume her very fucking soul. If he could have sucked it right out of her, he would have.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Does this feel good? Do I fuck you good enough, <i>aunt Bella?</i> You sick fuck."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The whimper that escaped her satisfied him. "God," he growled. "I love you. Do you have any idea how long I've thought about you this way? Berating myself for thinking about fucking my <i>aunt?</i>"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, Edward," she chanted.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hearing her cry out his name was his breaking point. With a howl, his body shook, and then tensed as he emptied himself inside of her. He could feel the way she fluttered and constricted around him as he came, pumping his cock of everything he had.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He collapsed on top of her, the heat and weight of his body startlingly comforting. She wanted to stay that way, never let go of him, but there was no way she could hold on to something so pure—so beautiful. The tear that fell from her eye and trailed down her cheek told a story. It wasn't happy, and it wasn't good, and she wanted to save Edward the heartache. He'd said he loved her, but he couldn't. She wouldn't let him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sensing that she was pulling away, Edward pushed himself up on his elbows to look at her. There was so much conflict behind her soulful eyes. Life had done something to her. She looked tired when he looked at her. He saw the turmoil, and he wanted to take it all away. The anger had faded, dissolved. He'd bared his soul to her, and he wanted nothing more than for her to let him in, to let him love her the way only he could. He'd face his parents, he'd protect her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Where'd you go?" he whispered, brushing the stray tears away from the corner of her eyes. "I'm sorry I was so rough… I don't know what got into me… it was too much."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The regret was thick in his gravelly voice. Had anyone ever been so tender with her? She wasn't sure. She'd been given words—lots and lots of words, but none of them felt the way Edward's did. She wanted to cherish them, keep them in her heart and believe them.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You've always been right here, Edward," she whispered, pressing her hand against her heart. "I always think about you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A shuddered breath escaped him. He longed for her… the possibility of being with her, really being with her was within his grasp. He could feel it. He could practically see her determination to shut him out crumble before his eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I saw the man you've become… the pictures… Carlisle," she said, closing her eyes and shaking her head. "So handsome… the most beautiful man I've ever seen. And now I see your heart… the same incredible heart you had as a boy. I can't take that away from you. I can't taint you this way. It'd be the most selfish thing I've ever done. It will destroy you—ruin you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He shook his head. She was wrong. He'd become whole. That empty space would fill within him. He had to show her how right they were, family be damned. She wasn't his blood relation—she was practically a stranger. The familiarity was estranged, absent. He knew her, and yet, she was an enormous mystery to him. He had to admit to himself that he hardly knew her at all.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love you. That has to be enough. I can see it in your eyes, Bella. I could <i>feel</i> it when you touched me. This is right—you and me. They'll understand. We'll make them. I can't live without you now. Not now that I know." A sob broke through his chest and his head fell against his shoulder. "I need you. Fuck… I need you so much."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She soothed his back as he cried against her. His salty tears meshed with her skin, and she felt like she was breaking in two.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"There will never be a day that I don't think about this… us. I will treasure it every single day of my life, Edward. I will always hold you inside of my heart. Only you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He cried then, too overcome with emotions to care about losing face as a man in front of her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Too soon, Bella moved from where she was beneath him, gently pushing him to the side. "We should get back. They'll be wondering where we are."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He knew she was right, but it made him physically ill to think about leaving the blissful bubble they'd created. He never wanted to leave that boat. He wanted her again, the desire and ache still powerful.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The walk back to the house was spent in quiet reflection. Both of them were disturbed and conflicted, knowing that the consequences of their actions could be detrimental to those they loved.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella avoided Edward for the rest of the day, choosing to spend her time with Carlisle and Esme on the beach instead. The sea air helped cleanse her diseased mind. Her heart was heavy, and her mind settled. She'd never been more at odds with herself in her life.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dinner was awkward, and the tension was thick and plagued the otherwise whimsical dinner table. Esme's enthusiasm did nothing to thaw the ice blanket that wrapped itself around Bella's heart, and there was no amount of friendly banter that would pry the frown off Edward's face.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward tried his damnedest to keep his eyes from wandering in Bella's direction. He felt like everyone could see right through him. He'd spend the better half of the afternoon trying to come up with a way to tell his parents that he was in love with Bella, and that he wanted to be with her. Every scenario ended the same way, and he felt like a coward for not jumping up and announcing it like a true man in love.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once they were done eating, Edward followed Carlisle into the living area to watch the news. Carlisle was curious about his son's behavior. He was always quiet, but he'd been more withdrawn than usual, and it worried him. He had a feeling it had something to do with Bella's arrival, but he couldn't understand why Edward felt so uncomfortable in her presence. They'd always had an easy relationship, and Edward always looked forward to seeing her. He drew the conclusion that Edward was just being his regular brooding self—unhappy about the attention Bella gained with her appearance.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward could tell that his father wanted to talk to him, but he was in no mood. Carlisle would never understand what he was going through. He'd been lucky with his marriage. It was easy and perfect, not a flaw in or out of the public eye. He was envious of that, and he felt like lashing out, knowing the man didn't deserve it at all.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He could hear his mother and Bella in the kitchen cleaning up the dinner dishes, their hushed whispers a cruel taunt to his ears. Finally, he'd had enough and excused himself to go to his room. He just wanted to be alone until he could seek Bella out once his parents went to sleep. They needed to talk, and that wasn't going to happen with his parents lurking around.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In the privacy of his room, he replayed every moment he shared with Bella. Every touch, every moan, every soft whisper. He was ready to have her again—and he would. There was no doubt in his head.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He laid there in silence, waiting until he no longer heard movement in the house. When he heard Bella's door close, he sat up, ready to make his move. Then, he heard Carlisle's voice outside her door and groaned, knowing he would have to wait… again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He could hear harsh whispers, but couldn't decipher the words between them. Bella's anger was evident, and he assumed they were arguing about her life decisions again. Carlisle wasn't exactly quiet about the fact that he disapproved of her decisions. He'd heard about it time and time again over the years.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her door slammed again, and the sound of Carlisle's footsteps disappeared down the hall and descended the stairs until they were gone. He was becoming impatient—greedy for more of her and irritated that Carlisle had to interrupt his plans.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Around an hour later, he startled, having fallen asleep. He jumped up and tore through the room, throwing the door open and flying down the hall to Bella's room, hoping that she hadn't fallen asleep, too.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He knocked quietly, first, and pressed his ear against the door to listen for any movement. There was none.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit," he hissed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Turning the knob on the door as quietly as he could, he let himself inside. The room was dark and quiet, and he made his way toward the bed. He felt around, looking for her sleeping form in the darkness, only to find that the bed was empty.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Motherfucker," he cursed, flipping the switch on the lamp on the night stand, flooding the room with light.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His entire body vibrated with anger and resentment. The hurt was fierce and stunned him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How could you?" he roared into the empty room, grabbing the base of the lamp and slamming it against the wall across the room. "Fucking bitch!" he cried before falling to his knees, sobs tearing through his chest like a wild animal.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~~Silence of Sin~~</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For months, Edward found it impossible to sleep. He barely ate. His classes were all but a blur and he was all but a ghost to his former life. He was unrecognizable to his friends. They worried—they tried. He wanted no part of them. He was hollow inside, and he wanted to be left alone. He had nothing for them, nothing left to give to anyone. She'd robbed him. She'd left that night and taken with her everything that made him who he was.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His mother insisted that he come home for Christmas. She didn't understand what was going on with him, and he wasn't sure he'd ever have the strength to tell her. The night Bella left the beach house, he left, fled to the boat in hopes that she'd gone there to get away. She wasn't there, of course, but by the time he got back, his father had cleaned up the mess, and he made up some ridiculous excuse about hearing noises in Bella's room and tripping on the night stand. He could tell Carlisle didn't buy it, but he was upset enough himself when he found Bella gone.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There were no more questions about that night, and a few days later, they left—him to go back to school, and his parents back to their lives. As many times as his mother confronted him about his sullen mood those days, she never pushed. She offered her support, expressed her worry, but she left him alone.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Going back to face them was a difficult decision. Being around them was bound to take him back to the summer and the beach. Those memories were all intertwined with Bella for him now, and the fact that his house held memories of her wouldn't help.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was determined to be strong. He'd began the long, harsh road toward getting over her, and he didn't want any more setbacks. He wasn't sure how he'd go about getting over her, but eventually he'd have no choice. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life alone, but settling on second best wasn't very appealing.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He made the trip back home, to Esme's delight. She wanted to shower her son with love and attention, bring out the vibrant soul inside of him again. She knew if she could just get him home and spend some time with him, she could help him crawl out of his depression. The truth was, she was scared to death. Something changed in Edward, and it was dark and frightening.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She cooked a three-course meal the night he arrived—all his favorite foods. She baked him a Boston cream pie, roasted a goose, and had every side item imaginable. She was well aware that she was going out of her way, and maybe over the top, but she'd do anything to see her baby boy smile again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She could see sparks of the old Edward as they enjoyed their meal. He and Carlisle discussed his studies, politics, and talked about planning a fishing trip once the weather started getting warm again. Esme was grateful that they were making strides. It'd been a long road for the two of them, and she hoped they'd finally grow closer.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She'd just brought in the coffee and dessert tray when a knock at the door interrupted them.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I wonder who that could be?" she wondered, setting the tray down and heading to the door.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Carlisle and Edward continued on with their conversation, unaware of the surprise guest that walked in behind Esme.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We've got some surprise company," Esme said nervously, looking between Edward and Carlisle. "Bella came to spend the holiday."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward couldn't breathe. He could feel her in the room and struggled out of his chair to get a glimpse of her from where she stood behind his mother.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," he whispered, hardly able to say a word. He was speechless.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The punch to his gut when she walked out from behind his mother was enough to knock him back into his chair. The air fled from his lungs and his heart thumped rapidly within the cage of his chest.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh fuck," Carlisle said, his voice pained.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He, too, fell back against the chair and held his hand over his mouth. Edward glanced over at him quickly before bringing his eyes back to the woman in front of him. It was painfully obvious that she was full of child, pregnant and very pregnant at that. The protruding bump on her abdomen drew him in and he couldn't bring himself not to stare.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was beautiful, and he couldn't help but hope that the child within her was his. It was possible—the size of her and the dates would match up—he was sure of it. Her eyes were on his, sad and pleading. He couldn't decipher what she wanted from him—did she want him to deny it? Lie? He wouldn't.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was just about to jump out of his chair and profess his love and support to her when Carlisle flew from his chair and charged her, yelling angrily.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What are you trying to prove coming here like this? Are you trying to ruin me? You fucking bitch!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme gasped, holding one hand over her heart and the other over her mouth. Her eyes were comically wide, shocked and appalled by her husband's actions.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Carlisle!" she yelled. "What's come over you? Get away from her!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was up and out of his chair without another thought. He'd never seen Carlisle so upset in his life—he was in a rage. He wasn't sure what was so offensive about a child, but he wasn't going to stand there and let him abuse Bella without doing anything. She may have left him and broken his heart, but he loved her still.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you okay?" he asked, holding her tear-stained cheeks in his palms. She was shaking, quivering with fear, and he wanted to whisk her away from that place, take her somewhere safe and take care of her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She shook her head. Bella knew it was the end of the line for her, but she had no choice. She'd hurt the only man she'd ever loved—or would love. Her obligation to another had forced that on her, but she was no longer willing to be a pawn in a sick and twisted game of hearts. She'd done it for far too long, and when she found out she was going to become a mother, she knew she had to set things straight. Make it right.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm so sorry, Edward. I love you… I love you so much, and I'm sorry I hurt you. I told you. I'm tainted… I'm a horrible person. I told you that I'd destroy you, but I had to tell you. You had to know."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He shook his head in confusion. "It'll be fine. Baby… I'm here. I'll be here for you both. I'll take care of you, always."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A thunderous roar came from behind him and before he could react, Carlisle had him in a choke hold, pulling him away from Bella and down on the floor.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You fucking piece of shit! She's mine! She was mine, and you had the audacity to put your fucking hands on her! I'll kill you!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward fought him off as best as he could, struggling to catch his breath. Carlisle had his hands on his wind pipe, choking him with every intention of watching him take his last breath. Carlisle's words bounced around in his head, and he tried to make sense of what he was saying.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He could hear his mother and Bella off to the side, begging and pleading for Carlisle to let him go. Finally, he watched his mother come up behind her husband and smack him with a crystal vase, knocking him out.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward slid out from beneath him and put his hands up to his throat, gasping.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me what the hell is going on!" he heard his mother scream.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella was sobbing; full-blown heart wrenching sobs and it broke him. He searched for her, finding her next to the table, arms wrapped tightly around her middle.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she wailed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He crawled to her. He needed to know she was okay. Just the thought that Carlisle might have harmed her made him crazy.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Baby, baby," he called to her, wrapping his arms around her once he was close enough and pulling her against her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She fought against him, beating him in the chest to get away. "You don't know who I am! You don't love me! You can't love me… now that you know!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward had finally had it then. "Tell me! Tell me what's going on, then!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She's my fucking whore!" Carlisle spat, standing on wobbly legs, and pushing his hand through his hair to examine the damage Esme had caused. "She was never my sister, you stupid shit!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">An anguished howl came from his mother and he watched as she sagged against the table. "Oh, God!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward felt like he was floating. There was no way anything he was hearing was real. It couldn't be. His Bella—the beautiful, smart, and funny girl that he'd loved most of his life—the girl he knew to be his aunt was his father's mistress. He felt sick and bent over, expelling the meal he'd consumed only minutes before.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He could still hear Bella crying, Carlisle yelling, and his mother screaming, but he was in a tunnel. He couldn't work his way out of it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Soft hands smoothed over his head, warm and comforting, and lovingly comforting words were whispered in his ear.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He finally looked up at her, anger and betrayal so heavy and so thick that he wasn't sure if he could hold himself back from striking her himself. She was right. How was he supposed to love her after that?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love you, cher. Je n'ai jamais aimé une autre."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looked deeply into her eyes, and without a shadow of a doubt, he believed her. She was his—the same way he was hers, and the child she held was theirs. He could forgive her, in time. He was hurt beyond repair, but he loved her… God, how he loved her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love you, too."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He kissed her, a small promise before standing to face the despicable man that he'd called father for almost fifteen years. He wanted to murder him, not only for what he'd done to his family and his mother, but for what he'd done to Bella. Using her, controlling her, punishing her. He was sick, and Edward was going to end it. Bella was his, no one else's. They had a life to start, a family to raise, and he wanted to make sure Carlisle Cullen was never a part of that. He would never go near Bella again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He walked up to the man he once respected, and saw nothing in him that remotely resembled the sham he once was. The malice and greed in his eyes was all Edward needed to get rid of him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Get the fuck out of this house, and don't ever come back. If you come near my mother or Bella again, I will end you. You're a sick piece of shit, and you're done ruining lives. Go. You make me sick."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pulled his mother into his arms and walked over to where Bella still laid on the floor next to the table and watched as Carlisle took his leave of the house, for the last time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme wasn't sure what she'd just experienced, but she'd seen enough to know that her son was in love with Bella. She felt the salty sting of betrayal from the girl she'd once considered to be her sister, but her compassionate side also wondered what she'd had to endure at the hands of the psychotic man she'd never known her husband to be. She'd only been a child when she'd met her—merely eighteen years old. Now, she was a woman carrying her grandchild, and she wouldn't throw her out. Somehow, some way, she'd find the strength to forgive her and move on. She'd learn to love Bella for what she was now—the mother of her grandchild.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come, darling. You and I need to talk, and you need to lie down. This kind of stress can harm the baby. Come now…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was as shocked as Bella when he saw his mother extend her hand. He shouldn't have been. Esme carried more class around in her pocket than most people ever saw in a lifetime. Rouge tears escaped his eyes as he watched them walk toward the guest room—a room Bella had stayed in many times before.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He wasn't stupid enough to think everything would just work out. He was a rational man. He did know that he was going to do all he could to take care of that woman and his baby, for the rest of his life. He'd show her what real love was, and how one gave and received it. Edward had his hands full and his mind made up.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For as long as he lived, he'd erase the damage Carlisle did to Bella. One day at a time.</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-39059584476653691662012-08-08T18:43:00.000-07:002012-08-31T18:43:31.988-07:00A Sexual Journey Home<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella is a divorced mother of two and goes on a sexual journey. Some may find her secrets kinky or taboo, but it works for her. After raising her boys to young men, it is time for her. What does she discover on her journey? Rating/Genre: M – Erotica, Romance Word count: 5598 Pairing: Bella & Edward</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer: </b>All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I walk into the room and remove my clothes, putting on the gown and sitting on the examination table. I don't have to wait long.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He walks in with his white lab coat unbuttoned and the stethoscope hanging around his neck. He sets my chart down and apologizes for running late. His nurse had an emergency, so unless I want to reschedule the exam, it will be just us. He apologizes again, looking so very young.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I think he is twenty, maybe twenty-one, and a student. I tell him it is okay to proceed. "Go ahead and lie back," he says. Nervous, I do as he asked. Why do I get nervous every time?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He checks something on my chart and makes a small mark. He looks at me, and I see he appears nervous as well. I give him my warmest smile, thinking he's mighty good-looking. He's tall, has big muscles, and a big bulge in his pants with a young and oh so innocent face. He asks me to raise my arm and my nipples pebble. Then, goose bumps break out across my torso.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As he opens my gown, his eyes meet mine in question. I give him a nod to proceed. I am okay. His fingers ghost across my nipples. My breasts swell up some, the nipple so hard. He starts the exam with his fingers circling the swell of my breasts and working his way to my nipples. I notice a drop of milk start to form on the tip. He looks at it, and his tongue darts out and swipes across his lower lip. The circling turns into a light massage, which sends me into a breathless pant.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looks to my eyes and then to my nipple. Huskily he asks, "May I?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">An excited moan escapes my mouth. "Please!" I feel intense pleasure form in my belly as his lips close and suck around my nipple. The let down begins, and my milk begins to flow heavily. He is pinching and twisting my other nipple to stop the flow, just to hold it off until he can get his lips to my other breast.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">By this time, I have managed to skim my hands down his chest to his pants. God, he is so hard. Everywhere!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His arms, thighs, and his cock are so hard. As his other hand is now buried in my wet pussy, I remove his belt and start to undo his zipper.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Commando … my kind of man. I scoot down a bit and dart my tongue out to taste the head of his cock. Mmmm, so salty, musky, and clean at the same time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">By this time, he has switched to my other breast, and I am so close to shattering around his fingers. I greedily suck down as much of his ten-inch cock that I can in this position.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His fingers are pumping, twisting, and curling. "Oh there, yes! Yes! Fuck me!" I cry out. I shatter and clench on his fingers as my pussy starts to squirt all over the exam table. Damn, I love it when I squirt.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I start to lower my trembling legs as I shift on the table turning towards that monster cock. I grasp it in my hands, and yes, it takes my two hands to wrap around that beast. He starts to thrust in my mouth, and I move my hands to his ass. God, his ass feels so good in my hands.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just as he is about to come, he pulls away. My chest is heaving as I try to figure out where the hell he's going. He moves to the end of the table and pulls me down by my waist. His hands fit perfectly around my waist. He nips at my heaving breasts and settles himself between my legs.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looks at me and smirks just as he thrusts into my wet pussy. My pussy clenches around him. He loses the smirk. His eyes roll back in his head as he tries to forgo coming.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After a few deep breaths, we both calm down. He pulls back and I lean up so I can watch his gorgeous cock slide out and then thrust back into me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It feels so good, and watching it makes it that much hotter. I start to move in time with his thrusts. He starts to swivel, aiming his cock to hit my sweet spot.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Uh, fuck, there it is!" I scream. Thrust ... "Does that feel good, my sweet?" He grunts ... thrust "Fuck, yes!" I scream. Thrust … Swivel … "I love drinking from you!" he says. Thrust ... "Oh God!" I cry. Thrust ... "No, my sweet, it's Oh, Edward!" Thrust ... Swivel ... Thrust … "EDWARD!" Thrust ... Thrust "Bella! Oh fuck!" he cries.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I can breathe again, I look into his green eyes as Edward raises his head and looks at me. His face reddens with his blush. He pulls out and picks up my chart, adds a couple more checks, and pronounces me fit as a fiddle. I bust up laughing. After we get dressed, we sit and talk for a few minutes. I pull over my chart, which were actually my instructions for him during this visit. I look at the notes he just made and then the note he made on my chart when he first came in.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We agree to meet on Tuesday at 7:00 pm. I can wait until then, I think. He leaves, and I think about to our first time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I researched online for the type of club that I was looking for. I made out a list. There were three that appeared to be exactly what I was looking for.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I went armed with my pepper spray and stun gun, just in case; I am, after all, a pretty small woman. I am often mistaken for being quite young. I set out to check them each in person.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first club, Adventureland, was not right for me. It seemed very immature. It was nothing more than a dance floor, bar, living room lounge area, and a few private rooms. No organization or checks and balances. I think the younger crowd used this place to just start orgies or something. Oh my God, the smell was stale and nasty. As I leave, crossing them off the list, I think they must have the best PR/Advertising agent in history.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The second on the list was Twilight. I liked the name. It just sounded like what I was looking for. Now this place was much more organized. There was a door man, and I found a membership was needed. They then ran checks on you and whatnot. I was able to get an appointment with the manager, Jacob Black. He was a tall, dark guy.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All during the interview, it felt like he just wanted to kiss me or grab me. I didn't like his eyes. The time I spent in his office seemed to have a weird feeling or aura that filled the room. He explained how reservations were made for clientele and the rooms. I explained I would think about it and thanked him for his time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I had just closed his office door and got three steps away when I realized I left my purse. I automatically chastised myself and turned back. Opening the door, I realized I should have knocked. That slime ball was turned to the wall where now you could see monitors, and he was watching a couple in a room engaged in play. He was rubbing his crotch. I am not sure who was more startled–me or him. I grabbed my purse and hightailed it out of there. Eww … just … Eww. Marking Twilight off my list, I left the parking lot.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Midnight Sun was my salvation. So far, it had everything. I saw a door man, and the atmosphere seemed nice. The smell when you walked inside was fresh, and you could just feel excitement in the air.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The bar was combined with the nicest lounge area I had ever seen. It really seemed to fit your different needs–couches and chairs arranged in a large open groups and smaller tables and booths. It just all fit comfortably.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I met with the manager, Jasper Hale. He was very well kept and personable. I explained what I found at Twilight quite by accident. I wanted to be sure that it wasn't the norm for these people to watch you while in a private room. He explained he had heard of the monitors at Twilight. Jasper explained to me that although some places do use video for security purposes, they should always disclose that to you.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Midnight Sun used an audio surveillance system. Once a member, you chose a security word. When you reserve a private room, the occupants' personal security words are entered into the audio controller system. The computer then monitored all audio from the room. If one of the words was spoken, it alerted security, who then came to the room, gave two knocks, and then entered with their master key.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Regardless of whether or not you answered the knocks, security came in. He gave me a demonstration. I picked the word pomegranate. I recited it into a phone attached to his computer. Jasper accompanied me to a room. We entered and he turned on an I-home sound system. Jazz music filtered into the room.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He asked me if I was ready, as some people would become startled, he explained. He said pomegranate and nothing happened, but when I said it a moment later, there was action. In about ten seconds, there were two knocks on the door and it was open. Needless to say, I was very impressed. Midnight Sun was classy, and I felt secure. It would meet my needs very well. I looked to Jasper and asked, "Where do I sign?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Midnight Sun has special requirements that had to be met. I had my physical and STD screening done. All participants in the BDSM realm had to have their certificate or diploma, if you will, of their training as Doms. I then explained what I preferred. I explained I would only be using soft restraints occasionally and a blindfold thrown in here or there, and that on some occasion, they would be used on me. I wanted to make a script of each meeting so that we would both know what was going to happen. I wouldn't use punishing instruments, and he classified it as role-play so I would not need a certificate of instruction in BDSM.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Any partner I chose would be given my resume with my picture and my tastes, and had the option to decline. After the first "date," we both had to report to the office if we had been comfortable and would be willing to continue. Although I was the controlling party, I also had to follow the same protocols. I loved the checks and balances of the system. I felt in complete control.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The selection process took a week. When I filled out my paperwork, I realized how extensive it was. Complete physical description, the usual height, weight, eye and hair color, bra size, nipple size, and natural or enhanced. Was my pussy hairy, bald, landing strip, or any other design? And lastly, my sexual orientation and experience was needed. Much like a checklist for the regular BDSM clientele. Like I said, it's very extensive.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was happy for all the questions when it came to the selection process. It helped me but confused me as well. I guess I never thought of picking a guy just on penis size. If I was a guy with a four-inch skinny dick, I would never come to a place like this. I would be too embarrassed, but the confidentiality clause I guess would give you some security. Still, I don't think it would be anything to brag about.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I selected three guys to do a trial "date" with: Paul, Alex, and Edward. Edward was at the top of the list, but he took the longest to reply, so my first date was with Paul. He was easy on the eyes, normal build, and size. It took forever to get off, and I got the feeling he was not here for the experience but just to be paid. It seemed he disassociated himself from what he was doing. All mechanics with no feeling or energy. I was left wondering if he lied on his paperwork and was actually gay and on Viagra. Strike for Paul.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Alex had the mojo going on but didn't want to stick with what I wanted and kept trying to change my scene. We both enjoyed the sex and I got off and all, but I had to keep reminding him and bringing it back to the scene I wanted. I just didn't think this would work. Enjoying yourself sexually shouldn't be this much work. I mean, I raised my kids, and although I like my men young, I don't want to raise them. I was ready to put Alex in time out, and at one point thought I may actually have to use my security word.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Finally, the time had come for my date with Edward. I had written out my scene and sent it in by email to the club. They would forward it to Edward. He had a day to look it over to decline. When I received the acceptance to my plan, I prepared with excitement for tonight.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was to be at the room first. I knocked and waited for him to grant me admittance. Edward was in role right away. This is how it was to be, I thought.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was interviewing me as a nanny for his one-month-old twins. I noticed a clipboard with papers attached. He would refer to it as he asked me questions. When he talked about what my duties would be, I became entranced by his voice. My clit throbbed and my nipples were hard. I adjusted my legs, squeezing my thighs, looking for friction.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He read my body cues well. My breasts were swelling; I could feel my milk coming. If he didn't get to them soon, I would be having a problem. He noticed my predicament, and as I was about to say I needed to be excused, he became controlling. Just the right amount of sternness in his voice, and my panties were officially ruined.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He commanded me to open my blouse. Once I had, he reached into the cup of my left breast and removed it, gauging the heaviness in his hand. His thumb brushed over my nipple a couple of times. "May I taste you?" Edward asks.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My thighs are clenching as if they have a mind of their own. "Of course, sir," I respond.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His tongue swipes over the nipple, collecting a drop. His lips then close over my nipple and he takes his first drink. His eyes close, and he nuzzles my breast as he sucks. I feel his tongue rolling around my nipple, and I'm surprised my panties haven't been lost in the flood. My pussy is so wet and leaking so much, the scent gets stronger and stronger.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pulls out my other breast and focuses on that one. He scrapes his teeth under my nipple and gives a tiny nip before sucking hard. I shudder as I come undone by his mouth on my breast. I start to rub his cock covered by his pants. I lick my lips, thinking about his thick cock.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The scene I had written for us is out the window, and we are just trying to get to each other. I need to taste him. NOW. He removes my blouse and bra; I'm tearing his dress shirt off, popping buttons. He's young, muscular, in shape, and so beautiful. We both back away a moment to look at each other. His eyes roam over my breasts and up to my face. I look over his six-pack abs, up his chest, and to his face. His eyes hold a question: do you want to? My eyes say yes.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I unzip the side of my skirt and drop it to the floor. He has removed his dress slacks. I slide my hands down his chest, over his abs, around to his hips, and slide my fingers under the waist band of his boxer briefs. Taking in the outline of that thick, juicy cock, I remember back to his specifications and smile, thinking he does look to be ten glorious inches. I should be embarrassed that my panties are so soaked as he slides them down my legs, but I just don't care. Edward smiles up at me and slides his nose from one hip to the other. My c-section scars don't seem to bother him. I feel confidant–he makes me feel so sexy. He takes a small lick at my pussy lips. I start to fist his hair. God, I love his hair–it is so smooth and silky. Edward's hair is a unique color. From his picture, I would have said brownish-red. But that does not do it justice when you see it in person. His dark, copperish-bronze locks go so well with his green eyes, and it is just long enough to grab and tug on. Hmmm, he seems to enjoy the tugging. We move to the couch, and I cannot get him into me fast enough. We both startle as he thrusts all the way in. We just look into each other's eyes and take a deep breath. It feels so natural, like coming home.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We are both taking baby steps, small thrusts and moves, and exploring hands and mouths. We change rhythms and positions. Both of us too eager to explore to see what pleases the other. And, oh my God, did we please each other. Our first round was forty minutes before he came. I came three times before he did. The second round was started with small whispers, discussing what we both liked and didn't like from the scene I had written out. This was Edward's first time drinking from someone, and he found the act so enjoyable. I confess he was the largest man I had ever been with, and I loved it. I had decided then he was the one for me. And got lost in the pleasure he gave.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">On the drive home, I reflect on how I got here and what is coming up this summer.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I love my life. It took me a long time to get this way. I am a single mother of two wonderful boys–men actually now–I have to keep reminding myself. Emmett and Garrett are twenty and eighteen respectively. My boys are big. Emmett is six-feet-four inches and Garrett is six-feet-two inches. No one ever believes I gave birth to them. I guess it is because I am only five-foot-four inches and weigh a hundred and eight pounds.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I look good and am so proud of my body. Their father left us when they were little. Luckily, I had my surgical nursing degree so I was able to secure a job with the best heart specialist on the Eastern coast. It came in handy, raising a six and four year old on my own. But we did it. My boys didn't suffer, grew up knowing how to treat women, and have a great work ethic.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They are both at college, figuring out what they want to do and who they want to be. I can't wait until they come for the summer. I miss my babies. One more month, and they will be home.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't wait to get to the club tonight. I have my appointment all planned out. It took a long time before I accepted my sexuality. Well, as I said, I am damn proud of my body, and that helped. Let me start at the beginning. I breast-fed Emmett. The idiot I was married to convinced me breastfeeding was a natural birth control, and that is how Garrett was born so soon after. I never regretted my boys, though. As I was about to wean Garrett from breastfeeding, my friend, Charlotte, that I worked with, mentioned how breastfeeding had actually helped lose the baby weight.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It made me wonder that if I continued to pump, as if I were still breast-feeding Garrett, if it would help with my figure. I was right. Something else I found was that when the idiot was around and he suckled from my breast, it made me extremely horny and I could almost come from that simulation alone.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, I would continue to pump in the privacy of my en suite bathroom. I never had to worry about workouts. Like I had the time for exercise or dating, for that matter. After the ex-husband left, I was content to pump and masturbate, which made my orgasm so much better than I ever had with my ex.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When the boys got a little older, I found a company that was looking for breast milk, so I started selling my milk to them. All the money I made was put into the boys' college funds. No one knew my secrets, though. It just wasn't anything I felt comfortable talking about to anyone.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If women only figured out how I always kept my figure with no diets or exercise. He … he … he.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Midnight Sun. There are two different types of people that go there: the ones that pay for the services they provide, and the ones that are paid services they perform.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After finding Edward and our first date, I asked him about being exclusive. He declined at that time. I said I understood, and we worked out our contract in Jasper's office. Jasper witnessed (another one of the precautions) as the third party present, and we worked out a schedule.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After two months, Edward had requested re-negotiations to our contract. I went in there worried sick, thinking he didn't want an old lady anymore. Probably had found someone else younger.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jasper greeted me as I stepped inside, and Edward was already there. He looked rough, stressed, and so tired. My motherly instincts kicked in right away. I was surprised when Edward said, "I have a problem. I came to Jasper and spoke to him. He explained he needed to call you for you to be present because it concerned you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My heart sinks and my stomach starts to ache. Jasper guides me to a chair, looking back and forth between us.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Go ahead, Edward, whatever it is. I can take it–go ahead," I mumble. Edward stands and starts to pace back and forth, looking to Jasper for help in starting whatever it is he has to say.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I got a call from Edward yesterday. It is in reference to changing the contract between you both. He was unsure of what to do."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I look at Edward with very sad eyes. I have come to feel something for him. I'm not sure I can define it. "Edward has given me authorization to speak for him. He has been contracted with two other parties beside yourself. One of these has reached a breaking point and will be terminated today. When you both first entered into this, exclusivity was brought up. Edward would like to know if you are still open to this idea but … it would cause the contract to change financially," Jasper states, while confirming with Edward that he said the right thing.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I look to Edward, and he looks so embarrassed, stressed, and worried. "Edward, is the reason you would not do exclusive based on financial reasons?" I question him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I am sorry, yes, it was. I have major school loans that I need to work on. But since we have been together, I am finding it difficult to be with another sexually," Edward sheepishly tells me. "The other contract does not involve …" Jasper stops him from saying anything more. "Private matters, Edward," Jasper states. "We can discuss only the particulars of the contract between you two." Jasper hands me a note with the dollar figure for the new contract.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is still within my means. I look at Edward as he looks at me. "If you are sure this is what you want, I am agreeable to changing our contract," I tell him while smiling.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward looks at me, smiling, and the worry fades from his face.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That was four months ago. Edward and I have been very happy since then. We have our schedule of two dates a week. When my boys are home, it is not hard to work out the schedule. They do have other things going on. They find some temporary jobs for the summer and have their friends.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I arrive at the club and head to our room for the evening. I get there first and get ready. Today, I will be restrained and blindfolded. Edward will be my kidnapper. I am starting to get wet already.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A swift bang, and the door opens. I jump, looking for a place to run. He laughs, grabs my arm, and pushes me to a chair. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blindfold. "Be a good girl and be quiet. STOP. Fighting me." Edward smirks and looks at me. He restrains my hands together behind my back, tying them to the chair. He pulls out a midnight blue scarf and covers my eyes. I am a whimpering mess at this point and trying to stay in character, trying to not seem like I am getting more and more turned on. His tongue darts out and licks my skin right below my ear. He nibbles on the lobe and whispers, "You are mine." I soak my panties. He is standing behind me and starts massaging my shoulders, dipping his hands lower and lower down my cleavage. Soon he is just massaging my breasts. He takes a knife and cuts down the front of my shirt. He then cuts my bra right between the globes of my breasts. They pop free. Tweaking the nipples, pulling on them, I get that feeling again. They are starting to leak at this point, and I am whimpering. Edward starts to run his nose around my breast, licking the milk that has escaped. My breasts swell further, and my milk is starting to make them so heavy.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He captures one nipple in his mouth and starts to suck. He gently holds the globe in his hand and massages it, almost milking me right into his mouth. God, he has gotten so good at this. The way his lips and tongue are playing, my nipple feels divine. His other hand is rubbing my pussy so hard, and it feels so good. He swipes the panties to the side and slides a finger over my opening, tapping gently. He then circles my clit.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hmmmm," he mumbles over my nipple, making it vibrate. "You are so wet, my sweet," he is whispering right at my mouth, licking my lips. Edward goes to the other breast, nipping the nipple just as he plunges two fingers in my pussy. I clench and come so hard my pussy squirts all over him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Damn, my sweet, you needed that, huh?" He chuckles at me. I can't speak. I am just gasping, trying to get air into my lungs. Edward continues to play my pussy like only he can. His mouth sucking on my clit takes me by surprise. He is licking, nipping, and sucking my clit until it is so big and throbbing. Edwards's fingers are twisting, curling, and plunging. Not having my sight and my hands to bury deep into his hair make this so much more intense.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"COME FOR ME, MY SWEET!" Edward yells so forcefully it vibrates across my clit, and I am now squirting in his face. I can hear the slurps as well as feel his tongue still on my pussy.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I scream, "EDWARD!" It is too intense. He slows and stops, and I feel the knife at my wrists and he cuts my rope, pulls the blindfold off my eyes, and plunges his tongue in my mouth. He picks me up and changes positions with me. I am clinging to his body like a spider monkey which enables him to drop his jeans. As he sits, I swivel my hips and align with his monster cock perfectly. I slide right down and we sigh, resting our foreheads on each other. Home is all that comes to mind. I open my eyes and look in his and proceed to ride his cock for dear life. He is thrusting with his strong thighs, as I am bouncing up and down, using his chest and shoulders for leverage going for all its worth. Tonight will be our last for a month. He has a few family things he has to take care of, and he will be back.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After we finish, I feel the need to tell him. Tell him my feelings have changed. Gotten more involved. We look at each other and I open my mouth. "Edward ..."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella ..."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We both start to speak. He tells me to go ahead. "Ladies first."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, I wanted you to know how I feel. I'm not sure how to classify it … yet. It is much more than friendship."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward looks and says, "Bella, I need this month off to think about things and my feelings as well." He touches my arm. "I think when we get back together, we should first sit down and discuss exactly how we feel, maybe without Jasper." I nod my head and agree. I kiss Edward and tell him to be safe and take care. A little of my mommy instinct coming out. He kisses my forehead and says he will.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I drive home and have a message from my boys. "Hey, Mommy, where are you? Shut up, Garrett, mom can go out if she wants. She is only forty, not dead," Emmett tells him. I laugh out loud. "We need to run something by you before we come home, so if you get in before twelve, please call us. WE LOVE YOU!" my boys sing to me. It's ten after midnight. I'll call in the morning.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wake up feeling sore and all so good in all the right places. "Edward," I say, as it is my first thought. "Hmm." Time to get up. I check the clock to call my boys. At eight am, I call Emmett and Garrett.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, guys, what going on?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mom, how are you? We wanted to ask about our girls coming to stay the first week? You remember–we mentioned them to you? Rose and Lily?" Emmett and Garrett tag team like when they were little. If I didn't know better, I would swear they have a script they read from. But they used to do the same thing right in front of me. Sometimes I wondered if they shared a mind.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Boys, you know it is fine and we have the room. They will be staying together in the guest room. If I remember, they are sisters, yes?" I let them know.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mom, that is so great. Thanks. See ya at five," Garrett says.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hear their hummer come up the drive. My babies are home. Emmett is first in the door with a tall, cute blond. Garrett comes with a cute, fluffy–fluffy is nice for chubby, right–auburn-haired girl. I am surprised as she is a little heavier than the girls he has dated before. Emmett hugs me, picks me up, and hands me off to his brother. They then introduce me to the girls. Rose and Lily are so right for my boys. Rose is so sweet, and blonde, and Lily just makes Garrett shine.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am putting dinner on the table with help from the girls, and Rose's cell starts to ring. She steps outside. When she comes back in, she is nervous and grabs Em, pulling him aside and talks to him while looking at me. Lily walks over, and they are upset about something.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mom?" Emmett calls me. "Rose and Lily have a problem. Their brother ran into car trouble while he was going through town, and it will take a week to get it fixed. He has no place to go. Can he bunk here with us? We know him. He is cool, a good guy like us." He smirks and smiles at me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure, give him directions and tell him to hurry. I almost have everything on the table."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While I am cutting the roast in the kitchen, I hear the doorbell and muffled voices. I get the meat to the table and sit. Looking around, I don't see anyone extra.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He is in the bathroom washing up. He'll be right out."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hear the door open and turn but knock my fork on the floor. I reach over to get it, and another knee and hand drop down to grab it as well. I sit back and look at the boy grabbing my fork for me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mom, I would like you met Edward ... Edward, this is my mom, Bella Swan," Emmett says.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes meet his, thinking, you have got to be kidding me … HOME.</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-3650257365492835622012-08-07T18:40:00.000-07:002012-08-31T18:41:03.728-07:00For I Have Sinned<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She is my Heaven. She is my Hell. </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Angst Word Count: 3,169 Pairing: Edward/Bella</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>For I Have Sinned</b></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been two days since my last confession. I accuse myself of the following sins…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm going to Hell. I'm going to Hell, because she makes me forget about the rules, about my faith.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I will lose my soul because of her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And I don't care.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How can I care when she's staring at me the way she is?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I lust for a man of God, Father," she says as she takes one step forward.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She likes to play this game, this game of confession. It turns her on. She's usually already wet when she meets me here in this tiny booth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could probably smell how turned on she is right now if I wasn't paying so much attention to her mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Or the ache.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Or the need to touch her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I went so long without touching her before.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before when I had willpower.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And a stronger prayer ethic.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And the knowledge that she wasn't eighteen, yet.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But she's eighteen now, and she's wearing that school uniform that looks ridiculous on all the other girls.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But not on her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">On her, it's sin.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She's sin.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And I think about him all the time. When I'm in the shower. When my friends talk about the things they did with their boyfriends. When I take my clothes off."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I look her over, and the required yet cliché Catholic school uniform is in place; knee high socks, mid-thigh skirt, matching blazer over a white button up.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What else, my child?" I whisper. "What other sins have you committed?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I take part in this game, because she wants me to. I do whatever she wants me to. I've already given up my soul for her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Because while they taught me about why celibacy is important to God, important in my act of worship, they didn't teach me about her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They didn't tell me that Bella Swan existed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And as I watch her slowly remove her blazer, I forget the reasons why I became a priest.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She makes me forget God.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But is also proof that God exists.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I touch myself, Father. I think of him, and I touch myself."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her hands start moving up her legs until they disappear underneath her skirt. I can't see what she's doing, but there's movement. And there's her breathy shudder.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She knows I struggle.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to see, but I don't.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to touch, but I don't.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want her in so many depraved ways, positions, but I say nothing.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She bites her top lip and slowly raises her skirt, allowing me to see that her right hand is where I want to be. It's nestled between her legs, against innocent white cotton.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her fingers move in unison, and I can tell she's applying the smallest amount of pressure.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I pretend that my fingers are his, and I do things that I only want him to do. And when I can't wait anymore, I put them inside me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pray.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pray and hope and wish that I be given the strength to finally walk away. I want to be good, and I want to be what God wants me to be.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But my hand goes to my cock instead, feeling how hard I am underneath these black regimented pants.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I continue to move, to feel myself as her hands roam to her chest. They falter on her breasts, where she gives a squeeze and slightly smirks. She knows what she's doing to me, how her breasts are one of my favorite parts on her delectable body.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stop my hand and grip my seat, watching as she slowly - always so torturously slow – unbuttons her shirt and walks closer to me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I run my fingers over myself here," she whispers as she demonstrates.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The tip of her index finger circles her nipple, and I watch as it hardens underneath her bra.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her bra.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This one's my favorite.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's my favorite, because it opens from the front. Sometimes she lets me see them right away. Other times, she makes me wait.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She holds all the control. If lucky, I merely hold her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I pretend I can feel his hands on me, squeezing me. I can almost feel his tongue licking me and his teeth biting me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her shirt hangs open as she unhooks the clasp on her bra. Now that they are unrestricted, they bounce and hypnotize me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The pink color of her neck extends down, down into the valley between her breasts.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She chooses to leave her bra on, and I almost ask her to take it off completely.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Almost.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All I can see are the inner curves, her nipples – those nipples that I want to flick and tease and suck on – hidden.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I need your help, Father," she says as she kneels between my legs "I need you to tell me what to do. I need your guidance."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I can speak, she runs her hands over my knees and up my thighs. The fluid motion, her inability to show fear at this moment, makes me body shake, tremble.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Up and up her hands go until she reaches my belt. She undoes it while keeping her eyes on me. The sound of the zipper is so loud in this tiny booth. But it's her eyes that scream at me. And she shifts as she reaches in, finally letting me feel her fingers.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She drags her fingertips along my cock, smiling when it twitches.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But like always, I'm reminded of what I'm doing. How this is wrong. How I'm taking pleasure in something that's against God's laws.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm His servant. I work for Him. My body is solely for Him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I've desecrated it with Bella. And I've desecrated her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I desecrate her now as I fight with myself over wanting her on me. I desecrated her last week when I had her bent over this very chair. I desecrated her when I had her for the first time the day she turned eighteen.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm evil, but I'm human.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm the worst of man while praying that God will forgive me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm all she wants, and I struggle with the knowledge that I want to give in.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to ask her to go, to leave me with my thoughts and sins, but I'm too weak. I'm not strong enough to give her up.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She is the only thing I want. I need her against me. I can't stand the thought of not having her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But I know that God is disappointed, and I'll go to Hell for what I'm doing, for what I've done, and for what I probably will do.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I feel her pull me out of my pants, and I'm ashamed when I lift so she can pull them off enough to have me entirely. I look at anywhere but her. I can't watch as her hands squeezes me and move up. And down. And up with a twist of her wrist.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her thumb glides over the head, and my hips jerk. She lets out a groan before I feel her lips on me, taking the tip into her mouth. She suckles and moans, sending the vibration all the way up my spine.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I give up and lean my head back. I watch as she abruptly stands and lifts her skirt enough for me to see her start removing that cotton innocence. She drags her panties down to her ankles and steps out, leaving them on the ground. She reaches for my hand and stands oh-so close to me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've thought about you all day."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her gaze keeps mine as she guides my hand to her pussy. She's wet – so so wet. She moves my hand up and down until she singles out my middle finger and uses it to tease her opening. But she changes her mind and drops my hand, and it thuds against my chair.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No more," she whispers.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And I know she means she's done with the games, the foreplay. She wants to do what we come here to do as often as we can.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And again I think about how this is all wrong, regardless of what I feel for her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm a priest, a man of God. I'm looked to for guidance, to spread His Word, to worship Him with my mind, body, and soul.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took vows. How can I honor Him, worship Him, when I insult the uniform and its meaning? The very uniform I'm wearing and always wear when I'm with Bella?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm disgusted with myself, but I can't stop. I can't bring myself to say the words that I'm done, because that would mean admitting out loud that all of this is wrong. It would mean admitting that Bella's wrong.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And there's nothing wrong about her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Even still, I go back to not looking her in the eye, especially now that she has me in her hand as she straddles me. She moves the head up and down, letting me feel how truly wet she is, and finally – <i>finally</i>– pushes down and brings me inside of her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Brings me to my own personal Heaven and Hell.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There is no better feeling than her around me, but it is also the one thing that will cost me soul.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But as she begins to move, I know that I'm more than willing to give that up for her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I feel so much as she moves up and down on me, as I feel her take me in ever so slowly.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I ache to touch her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">To push aside the cups of her bra and grab on to her breasts. Or to simply kiss her, to push my tongue into her mouth and taste her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But I'm too ashamed and too excited to do either.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I remember my position of authority over her, her age, how I'm going to Hell.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So I keep my head to the side like a coward, looking away from her angelic face.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From a face and body that are my undoing.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She whimpers and moans and pants quietly, always aware that we could be caught, that someone could be right outside the confessional.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mmmm…" spills from her mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her movements slow a bit, and she leans forward. She puts her arms around my shoulders, leaving a tingling sensation as she moves them up and around my neck and into my hair. I can feel her lips hovering just above the skin on my neck, her hot breath causing me to break out into goosebumps.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You always smell so good," she whispers.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I feel her nose slide up and down my neck until she stops at my ear, taking the lobe into her mouth and biting down gently.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I wake up everyday," she pants into my ear, "with the feeling of you inside me. The only thing I can ever think about is this booth, being here with you. To feel so full. To know that you want me just as much as I want you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She moves a little faster.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You love to fuck me, don't you? You love how I feel wrapped around you, to see me like nobody else has seen me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She pulls on my hair, doing her best to get me to look at her, but I refuse to move.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If I look at her, I'll break. She'll take what little I have left of what's right for today and shatter it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me," she begs, stopping all movement. "Tell me the truth."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I feel her squeeze around me, and it causes me to moan.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do us both a favor, and let go."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She starts to rock back and forth, and this need within me is ignited.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Because I want to.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to let go. I want her to be mine. I want to give up anything that would keep her from me. I want to spend the rest of my life inside her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Even if that means turning my back on my calling.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Let go, Edward," she pants, heavy and thick into my ear.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And that last shred of right is gone.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Because I turn to see her face, and it's beauty and ecstasy and perfection.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And my body recognizes the look in her eyes, the look she's giving me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It wants. It needs. It's starved for her. Regardless of the fact that I'm so deep inside her, it's not enough.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It'll never be enough.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Like magnets, my hands grasp her hips. My body slides down in the chair, and despite that I'm uncomfortable, I want this for her. To show her. To let her know the truth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I squeeze my fingers into her hips, and just like she wants me to, I let go.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I drive into her, shocking her with the intensity of my hips meeting hers over and over. She grunts and throws her head back. She extends her arms until they're touching the walls of the booth, using them to hold on.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Because I refuse to stop or go slow. Not when I've just started. Not when she's begging me to show her how much I want her, how badly I need this from her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How everything in me is no longer about God but about her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Up and down. Quickly. Aggressively. Achingly.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her breasts bounce and bounce, and I remove one hand from her hip to harshly move the cups of her bra aside. I need to see them, see her perfect pink little nipples. I need to see how hard they are.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How hard they are because of me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And they are.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And it drives me mad. I need to feel them, to have them in my mouth. I need to make her tremble and know that <i>I'm</i> the one who makes her feel this way. That if I had my way, I'd be the only person she'll ever know this way.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took her innocence, and I'll be damned – to Hell - if I let anyone else know what it's like to be inside her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My free hand cups her breast, roughly squeezing it. I drag my nails across the top of the mound, leaving light red marks in their wake. It causes her to moan louder than usual, so she bites her lip. She looks at me as I continue to pound into her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do it again. Do it again," she begs, her head lolling to the side.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her wish is my command. Always. So I switch hands and am as rough with her other breast as I was with the first. She squeezes her muscles again, and it causes me to double my efforts. To really give it to her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. And I know that if we were in another setting, if we weren't in our specific statuses, she would be screaming and moaning and crying out.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Calling out God's name with mine.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Instead, her heavy breathing is all I'm able to rejoice in.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She leans over me, her stomach and chest on my stomach and chest, and changes the angle in which she can feel me. It's deeper than before. I can tell by simply looking at the bliss on her face.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And it matches the purist of pleasure I feel while inside her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please. Please please please," she whispers, her face ending up in my neck.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I put my arms around her, moving quickly from her back to her ass, where I grab and squeeze and knead. She mewls and begs again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you want me?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "How much do you want me?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I push even more roughly into her, wanting to hear her say it again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Just you. Oh, God… Cum inside me. Please cum inside me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hold off giving her that part of me until she does the same.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slide my hand around her hip and rub circles onto her clit. Her moans intensify, and I'm thankful she had the mind to hide her face into my neck, muffling them.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh. Oh, God. Y – yes…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And that's all she says before I feel her squeeze me so hard that it takes my breath away. Her body shakes, and her whimpers and moans are lost in my ear.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I think of her, her face, her breasts, how deep I am inside her, how much trouble we could be in, how wrong this is in the eyes of God.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And that has me almost calling out His name as I let go and finish. I hold her, relish in this time I'm able to touch her and have her, before she leaves me, leaves this booth, to go out into the church auditorium to pretend as if nothing just happened.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As if we didn't just exchange my soul for my pleasure.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I think about what I could have if I allowed myself to do right by her, by God.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What if I left my vow of celibacy behind? What if I joined other priests who married and had children?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What if I could really have Bella forever?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But I know that's not possible. Because while I'm just shy of thirty, she's still just barely eighteen. People would whisper about the difference in our age. They'd question how we came to be in the first place. And they'd speculate. They would always speculate and create scenarios, filthy and inappropriate scenarios, about what could have possibly happened before we announced ourselves to the congregation.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Scenarios that probably did happen. Scenarios that I want to happen.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I know that Bella deserves more. She deserves better.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But doesn't God deserve more? He deserves my promises and the time I spent learning how to worship Him, how to reach others with His Word.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And so this will forever be my struggle.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I will forever fight my demons, because I'm a weak man. I'm a man who wants nothing more to be the priest he was trained to be. I'm a man who begs for forgiveness and prays for strength. I'm a man who lies to the parishioners and is a hypocrite.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But as I watch Bella move quickly to re-dress, to pull up her panties so that the remainder of what we just did stays inside her, I don't care.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Because the look on her face right now - the look of pure pleasure and satisfaction – and the knowledge that she'll physically ache because of what I did to her is enough for me to forget my morals, to damn my soul.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's enough for me to turn my back on my word to God but to also thank Him for bringing her into my life.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's enough to know that I'm helpless when it comes to this girl. I'm weak for her and because of her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's enough that I had her, have her, and will have her for as long as she allows me to. I will continue to dig my grave and pave my road to Hell.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Because I am a sinner, and she is my sin.</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-48592346292403110042012-08-06T18:35:00.000-07:002012-08-31T18:35:25.933-07:00The Gift<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For it is in giving that we receive. </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance/Drama Word Count: 8335 Pairing: Edward/Bella</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span></span></div><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer:</b> I don't own Twilight.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span><br />
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</span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Look at her," I heard Jasper hiss through his teeth as he watched the woman that I knew as my wife's PA step out of my parents' pool in only her hot pink bikini.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Jesus, Jas, give it a rest, man," I said with a half chuckle as I looked from the girl who made me uncomfortable to the man who had been my friend since the age of five.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't tell me that you aren't jerking to that in the shower each morning?" he whispered in disbelief, calling me out on my bullshit as he tried to keep it from his overbearing wife who was close by.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm just saying, leave the girl alone," I replied as I tried carefully not to answer his lewd question, since it was none of his business what images filled my head in the shower each morning.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's what I thought," he said, with a low laugh that made him sound like a dirty old man as he continued to gawk at the young twenty-three-year-old whose tits were about to spill out of her small bikini top.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Jasper!" We both heard Alice bellow out for him. He muttered cuss words as he walked away, leaving me standing there gawking at the girl who I saw every day.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, Edward," she whispered in a shy voice as she stepped closer to me. I could not help but notice the way the water beaded upon her skin, as well as how the breeze caused her nipples to harden before me in the most tantalizing manner.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," I murmured, feeling like a fourteen-year-old boy all over again, as I tried to mask the hard-on that appeared in the few seconds of seeing her wet and responsive before me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Happy Birthday," she said as she stepped closer, while I tried to focus on her almost copper-colored eyes instead of her creamy curves that were on display or how close she was to me now.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I hope you get everything you want," she finished with a naughty grin that made me ache, as I just smiled like a fucking idiot at her. She didn't need to know her affect on me. She didn't need to know that she, alone, was on my list of freebies that I had with my wife. She didn't need to know that her soft, twenty-three-year-old flesh was what I thought of as I jerked off in the shower on those mornings that were too busy for anything else.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I watched as the young woman turned and left me standing there in my awkward pose, while people milled around me, blissfully unaware that I was rock hard for a girl who would never give me the time of day, since I was her supervisor's husband. I continued to watch Bella's ass sway with each step she took, until my view was blocked by a pair of bright blue eyes and soft blonde hair. Tanya, my wife. The only person who knew how I felt about the woman-child that had left me standing there like a damn school boy with a book covering his unfortunately timed hard-on.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Look at you, you dirty old man, gawking at my PA like that," she teased me, but she knew. She had always known how I felt about the girl and was always one to encourage me in her own twisted manner. She never cared that I had what she considered a crush on the girl, even though I vehemently denied it to her. She didn't need to know the depths of depravity when it came to how badly I wanted Bella Swan. She never needed to know that I thought of her assistant at all, let alone that I often dreamed of her on her knees before me, with her big and innocent brown eyes looking up at mine while she sucked my cock.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not old," I replied back, causing her to laugh at me in all my ridiculousness as she wrapped her arms around me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I like how you didn't deny that you were a dirty man," she snickered before pressing a kiss against my cheek.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thirty is not old," I scowled as I looked at her, while she laughed at me. She knew I was having a hard time leaving my twenties. She knew better than most how badly I hated the idea since, to me, being thirty also brought on responsibilities. It came with children and a mortgage, which had both been things I had successfully dodged even though I had gotten married quite young. I was lucky since Tanya loved the city, and children had been something she had never wanted. I could only hope my luck would hold out for a while longer.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Keep telling yourself that, old man," she said with a loud laugh before leaving me to go chase after the young girl who starred in my private fantasies. I had no time to follow her and watch them together before my mother called my name, alerting me that it was time for cake.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The party passed into the night, and people slowly left, as I thanked each of them for coming, before we called it a night as well. I had looked for Bella but was informed by my mother that she had left much earlier, so I was not able to say good night – not that it bothered me, since just talking to the girl left me sputtering like a fool. The drive back to our loft apartment was quiet as Tanya would smile teasingly at me. She was known for her elaborate gifts, and I had no doubt that this one would be as elaborate as ever, since it was my thirtieth birthday.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I hope that you'll like your gift," she said in a coy manner as I unlocked the door before pushing her inside. I wasn't in the mood for my gift – I wanted her. I wanted a release from the irritation of her mocking me all day over my age, even though she was older than me by five years. Tanya never cared about her age like I did. She wasn't obsessed over minor things like that. She was more focused on pleasure than the painful parts of life like aging.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want to fuck you," I practically growled at her as I shoved her hard, the way she liked it, towards the couch while reaching under her short dress. I knew she would be bare underneath, since she refused to wear panties. It was part of the allure that first drew me to her – how liberated she was sexually, while I, on the other hand, suffered from embarrassment over sex. She had always been the one to encourage me to go forward, to do something more, and had been the only woman I had ever been with intimately. She had taught me everything and taught me well exactly how to please her. I lived to please her, and she knew this all too well.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Baby," she moaned loudly as my fingers slipped along her bare slit, feeling the wetness pool there before pushing my fingers inside of her to earn a loud groan of pleasure.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Wait, wait, wait," she moaned, as I slowly fucked her with my fingers, before she managed to wiggle out of grasp.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Naughty boy," she teased in a breathless tone as she scrambled off the couch, standing once more before straightening her dress, blocking my hungry eyes from her bare cunt that had previously been on display.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not before you get your gift," she teased as I approached her, only to be sidestepped once more as I grabbed at her. I chased her back to the bedroom we inhabited only to find the room aglow with candle light.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Surprise," Tanya whispered as I stood there in the door way searching over the room with a wicked grin, as I sought out my elusive gift that she had promised before my eyes settled upon the dark copper eyes of Bella Swan.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She sat upon my bed, like a queen presiding over her court, amongst the mound of pillows that Tanya had always insisted on. But that itself did not surprise me, since the girl was stunning enough to be royalty. What shocked the hell out of me was that she was bare. She was naked except for a red ribbon tied around her waist, as though she was the present waiting for me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was lost as I stared at the girl: lost in her creamy flesh and dusty pink nipples that were wide and welcoming with their stiff peaks. I was lost to the dark apex of her thighs where her tender pink flesh was hidden by a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair that made her look more like a woman than a girl. I was lost to the absolute shock of this girl in bed while my wife pulled me close in a half embrace as she whispered <i>happy birthday, baby, </i>to me. My body shuddered in response as her hand trailed down my chest to my hard cock as it strained against the khaki shorts I was wearing.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What the fuck?' I sputtered loudly in shock as I looked from the girl who eyed me with warm, lusty eyes to the woman who was my wife.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I just wanted to give you something that you've been wanting, and… Bella wants you too," Tanya said with a sassy grin at her young assistant. Bella moved slightly, allowing me to see more of her as if she was tempting me to indulge in what was before me. I did not need the temptation. I wanted her. I had always wanted her, but I was a married man, and cheating was not something I would ever do.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tan…. I just… I just…" I stammered nervously as my eyes would not leave the bare skin of the girl who sat before me, while I fought off the pleasure of my wife's hand touching me, urging me to enjoy myself.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Baby, this is okay," she cooed at me softly before peppering my neck with soft kisses just like she knew would drive me crazy. She knew me too well, and I hated her for it at this moment.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know you want this," she whispered to me in soft, throaty tone that told me how turned on she was as her fingers traced over the hard outline of my cock.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's ok. I want this too, and so does Bella. We all want it, so why not?' she whispered to me with a slightly wicked giggle that made my cock jerk in reaction.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not a… I'd never…" I sputtered as I closed my eyes under her touch as she unzipped my pants to touch me skin against skin.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know you wouldn't, baby," she continued to coo at me, soothing me and my frazzled mind as her hand gripped me tightly and stroked while using the abundance of precum as lubrication for her touch. It was maddening and familiar as I looked over at the woman who was anything but familiar to me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know you would never betray me like that, but this," she said in a breathless tone, hinting at her needs while touching me, "this with Bella, that's not cheating, baby. I want you to have this. I need you to have this. I want you to have everything you want, and that includes her," she whispered in a throaty tone while stroking me and half exposing me to the girl on the bed who watched Tanya's hand move with dark eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want to watch you, baby." Tanya continued to moan for me as my pants fell around my ankles and my boxers clung to my thighs as I stood there being touched before the girl. I was torn between the need to wildly fuck the girl before me and hiding from her in humiliation as my wife exposed me for her hungry stare.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want to watch you enjoy yourself. I want to watch you fuck her, baby." Tanya continued to moan in my ear lowly while rubbing her nimble body against mine, urging me to claim my present with the promise of no repercussions. It was a dream for most men, but I wasn't most men. I may have fantasized about other women, but actually acting on it was not something I had ever considered.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please, baby?" Tanya asked me as I refused to move forward.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please? For me?" she whispered in between kisses, but it wasn't enough to cause me to move. It was Bella that caused me to act. It was Bella with all her innocent sexuality and wide eyes that moved me forward, as she crawled towards me so I could watch the sway of her hips and the swing of her breasts. She was breathtaking with that damn red bow around her middle while kneeling before me on the bed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I watched as her hand came out and touched my thigh. It was an innocent, yet intimate, act as I stood there trapped by the feelings of pleasure as she looked at me with warm eyes the color of cinnamon.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's okay if you don't, Edward," she whispered to me in a voice so soft and warm that it caused me to shudder in response.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I understand, I just thought since… I mean, I was fine with doing this, and I want to. I…I have always wanted to," she stuttered nervously to me, making me feel like shit as she grabbed at the sheets around her to cover herself, while her entire body flushed red in embarrassment. This was not the sassy, bold young woman who I had known that called men out for staring at her tits. That girl was nowhere to be found. Instead, this was a girl who was resorted to stuttering and sheet-grabbing over my obvious rejection. I hated that I had changed that in her. I hated that my doubts had changed the one thing I had loved about this mystery girl who now was waiting for me in bed. I hated that my doubts over this were causing her to feel rejected. This girl was too perfect, too everything, to ever feel like that.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I didn't mean to…" I struggled to say, as I stepped away from Tanya and towards the girl who was struggling to cover herself. She refused to look at me until my hand touched her skin. She was warm and oh so soft, but that was nothing compared to her eyes. They were dark and inviting. They hinted at secrets that I suddenly needed to know. I needed to know who this girl was and why she looked at me like she did. I needed to know what her skin tasted like and what sounds she would make as I entered her. I needed to know everything about her, and I needed it now, but that need was tempered by the commitment I had made to another.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Go ahead, it's fine. I want this. I want you to want this." I could hear Tanya's encouragement. I knew she had wanted this. She had told me she had wanted to bring another to our bed. She had told me that she had always wanted to watch me please another woman, yet the idea seemed so foreign to me. I could not have ever imagined wanting another until this very moment. I wanted Bella Swan. I wanted her tender flesh against mine, and I did not care who watched or who it might hurt in the process.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pulled the sheet free, exposing her breasts before me once more so I could look at them. They were large and begged for my touch as she knelt before me, pulling at the sheet I had just discarded.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't," I whispered softly as I pulled the sheet away to expose her to me. Bella's eyes met mine with a silent question, but she remained still before me. I wanted to bury myself inside of her to ease the ache she was causing within me with her soft skin and kind eyes, but the ever logical side of me needed to know why she would agree to such an arrangement. Why this smart, pretty girl would agree to be used as a gift for a man she only knew in passing? Did she not know all the problems that an arrangement like this could bring? Did she not know the jealously and hate that such a union can stir up inside of a person? I had spent years studying people, and I knew the danger that acts like this one could bring. I knew that someone could get hurt over this night of supposed fun. Did she not care? Or was being here in this moment just enough for her as well?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me why?" I whispered to her as her eyes held mine in a soft gaze that hinted at her uncertainty.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why?" she questioned me as if she did not understand, and maybe she didn't, but that didn't change my need to understand her agreeing to this when it was so clear that acts such as these typically end in heartbreak.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why me? Why here? Why us?" I questioned as I tried to make sense of what I was even asking her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know what I'm doing, Edward," she fired back at me, red-faced from embarrassment yet fierce and proud. Just seeing that flash of anger in her cinnamon- colored eyes made my dick harder than it had been in ages. This was the spit and fire girl I knew. This was the fierce woman who ruled Tanya's classroom with an iron fist. This was the woman I fantasized about in the shower, on my desk, and in my bed for weeks without end.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Stop questioning and just do," Tanya urged, in what was clearly an impatient manner, as she pulled the sheet completely away to expose her assistant, while I stood there with my shorts around my ankles. It was awkward, yet so right, since there was nothing more to say.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Isn't she beautiful, Edward?" Tanya asked me, yet her eyes were clearly upon Bella – not that I cared, since my eyes were upon her too. I watched as Tanya's hand trailed over her skin, grazing her breasts teasingly while making her nipples harden in response to her touch while Bella bit back a soft moan for her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was impossible not to look at with the curve of her hips and the weight of her breasts proudly on display. Bella was beautiful, and I was tired of debating and waiting. I was tired of feel bad and denying. I was tired of doing the right thing when the wrong would be so much more pleasurable.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I watched with baited breath as Tanya took hold of Bella's hand, while I shrugged out of my t-shirt so I was bare with a pool of clothing at my feet. I was decided. I was determined. I was scared shitless, since never in my life had I been with another woman outside of my wife. I had never touched another woman. It had always been Tanya, and even though my fantasies where about other women, I had never acted upon had one.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I watched as Tanya brought Bella's hand to my belly to touch me, while she ran her free hand through Bella's dark, wavy hair in a loving manner, avoiding my hard cock that was right there, yet so blatantly ignored. It was all the urging Bella needed as she brushed my wife's hand away. It was a touch that was confident, even though I could feel the tremor of nerves within her. It was a touch that was gentle and questioning, as if she was almost asking for permission to be with me. It was a permission I was willing to grant with the idea that I would deal with the fallout tomorrow since, in this moment, there was nothing more I wanted than this girl.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stepped closer, almost involuntarily, into Bella's touch while watching Tanya's hand trace a pattern on the creamy skin of Bella's breast before pinching her nipple to make her moan for me. It was a sound that I wanted to record and listen to time and time again, since it was the sexiest thing I had heard in all of my life. I silently urged her to touch me more as impatience got the best of me. I brought my hands up to trace along her arms in an innocent manner, even though the situation was far from innocent. I focused on her hand upon me as she trailed closer to my cock that was aching for attention, while Tanya continued her teasing touch along the girl's breasts.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I just want to…" I could hear Tanya murmuring almost to herself as I waited on pins and needles for Bella to touch me. I watched, while biting my lip to the point of bleeding, as her fingers trailed closer to my hard cock. It was teasing and innocent. It was too much and made me want more. I wanted more as I watched Tanya's hand trail away from Bella's breast and down her quivering belly before dipping between her legs, while Bella's hips moved almost on their own, as she masked another moan.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"…I want to watch you fuck her, taste her, make her scream with pleasure," she rambled, as if she had lost her mind over the tension and need that filled the room with anticipation, while I watched her hand move against Bella. I could hear the wet sounds her fingers were making as she was slowly fingering the girl who was closing her eyes in pleasure from my wife's touch.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was all too much for me, and I almost couldn't take it. I had never seen Tanya touch another woman before. I had never dreamed it would be erotic to watch her with another, yet as I watched my wife suckle at Bella's breast hungrily while burying her fingers deep inside of the girl I had fantasized about for over a year, it was all I could do not to come without being touched.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Taste her, Edward," Tanya cooed to me in a sultry voice that hinted at how close she was to her own release, as she pulled her fingers out of Bella to give them a lick before pressing them inside of my mouth so I too could taste Bella's essence.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She's so sweet," she murmured to me just as a moan escaped my lips from tasting another woman. She was sweet and salty. She was different, yet so familiar, and all of this only made me want her more.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She's so ready for you, my sweet birthday boy," Tanya continued to coo as Bella smiled, but remained silent, letting my wife talk me into fucking her, as if I needed encouragement to fuck this girl.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you want me to touch you?" Bella asked me in a gravelly voice that told me of her desire as she continued to stroke me, making me shake under her touch. Her voice shocked me, as she was giving me one last opportunity to back out of this so called birthday gift, but there was no way I could now. I needed this. I wanted to taste her, touch her, claim her, and fuck her until there was nothing left of this ache inside of me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could not form the words to answer her, so instead I covered her hand with mine. It was soft and warm, steady without the tremors of nerves that plagued my own touch. I led her to where I needed her touch me by placing her hand upon my aching cock just as the sounds of Tanya's low hiss of a yes filled the room before disappearing into the faint background noise once more as she stepped away from us, letting me have my birthday gift the way I liked, since she knew I never liked to share.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I groaned as I felt her fingers wrap mine as well as my member in a tight hold that was foreign and exciting.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Show me," she whispered while looking up at me with dark eyes that were far from innocent, as she looked up for direction as I fought of the urge to come then and there.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our hands were wrapped around each other as we stroked my cock together. The sight of her hand in mine, touching me like this, was enough to make me moan as I felt the low burning that hinted at my pending orgasm. I gritted my teeth at the idea of the embarrassment of cumming like this without anything else from her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want to taste you," she said to me in her soft voice that was confident and sexy as she softly spoke of her needs. It left me shivering with excitement, since the image of her mouth wrapped around my dick was often what I had dreamed of when it came to this girl.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Without another word, Bella slowly eased our hands away, exposing me. Yet instead of quickly taking me, she just stopped. She looked up at me with her warm eyes and urged me towards her as she slid her hand along my thigh to pull me closer.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Lie down, birthday boy," she said in a whisper of a voice while pulling me closer to her with a naughty grin. It took very little urging for me to comply, and soon I was sprawled across the bed, shamelessly waiting for whatever this girl wanted to do to me, while my wife watched. I felt the twinge of guilt wash over as I watched Bella approach me, but that guilt was soon replaced with white hot lust. I knew Tanya was watching; I could feel her eyes upon me. I could feel her eyes watching as Bella placed soft kisses along my thighs while I shook with anticipation. I could feel her eyes watching as Bella's eyes met mine, dark and wicked, just before licking me from base to tip with her pink tongue. It was her eyes watching as another woman licked me that added to it. It made it dirty and almost taboo to be doing this while she watched, yet I wanted her to watch. I wanted her to see another love me like she had done countless times in our life together. I wanted her to watch as another woman took me in her mouth, her cunt, everywhere, and it made me feel especially dirty just by wanting that.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you think of me like this?" Bella asked me as her mouth hovered over my dick. I could feel the heat of her breath as it hit my skin, making me arch in response, as my cock took over with a mind of its own, seeking entrance into her mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you think of me on my knees for you?" she asked in a soft whisper that was teasing, yet confident in what she was doing to me. She knew I had wanted her, and if she had asked me this same question any other time without her on her knees ready to suck my cock, I would have been mortified, but at this moment, it was all I could not to push my cock forward toward her mouth while I groaned.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I watched with held breath as she licked at the dribbling of precum that greeted her with her heated words and naughty knowledge.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, taste him. He loves to have his cock sucked." I could hear Tanya in the background as if she was calling out what she needed to see for her own pleasure as well. I could hear her heavy breathing and her soft moans that told me how much she was enjoying watching as well.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You taste so sweet, but I always knew you would," she continued as her hands slowly began to stroke me before looking back at me with eyes too dark to be innocent.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What do you want, birthday boy?' she asked me in a husky whisper as she moved her hands around me, stroking me as if she had been trained to do so. Maybe Tanya had instructed her on how I needed to be touch. Maybe Tanya had told her just how to hold me to make me cum, and the thought of those lessons between the two women made me burn with the need for release.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me what you dream of," she said in a warm whisper that was teasing and telling of her wants all at once.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You," I responded without thinking and without care that my wife would hear those words. I did dream of her. I dreamed dark, sensual dreams with her spread out before me in the most stunning of ways with her pussy proudly on display. I dreamt of her moans being the only sounds between us as she begged me to fuck her. I dreamt of her always and only of her like this, but in all of those dreams, I had never envisioned that it would happen like this.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me," she asked as I closed my eyes under the twisting pressure of my pending release as she continued to touch me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Suck me," I whispered to her as I tried to find my voice to tell her what twisted thoughts and different ways I had fucked her in my mind. It was all so sinister and wrong to want her like this, but even more perverse to admit it out loud to her and the woman I had promised my forever to, while she moaned in excitement over it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My command was met was a sassy grin as Bella quickly leaned over and took me into to her mouth. My back arched off the bed in pleasure, while I cried out unashamed as I felt her warm, wet tongue circle around the head of my cock.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her mouth was hot and wet, while her tongue was teasing. It was almost too much as her tongue tangled around my cock, while she took me deeper until I felt the constriction of the back of her throat, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to see her like this. I wanted to see her with her mouth wrapped around me, since it was something I had envisioned every day, when I was left with only my hand to entertain myself with.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I lifted my head and looked down to see Bella in all her dirty angel glory. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed pink. Her hair was pulled away from her face allowing me to see it all as my cock slid, glistening wet, between -her rose-colored lips. She looked like an angel, a filthy fucking angel, who had been sent to fulfill my every desire.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I watched her as she lovingly sucked me. I moaned and thrust into her face without any control with each swirl of her tongue around me or sudden deep throating of my cock. I watched her as she pleasured me until her angel eyes opened and looked into mine. They were warm and dark. They were filled with secrets that I wanted to know. But that was not what shook me to my core. It was how soft and loving they were as she looked up at me. It was too intimate; it was too private. It was too everything, and it left me spinning inside, dizzy from the intimacy that I shared with this girl who was not my wife.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Stop, stop, stop," I murmured to her as I pulled at her dark hair that was so soft in my hands. I needed this to stop before it went too far, even though I had no idea what too far would be with this girl.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella pulled off my cock with a wet sounding pop while looking more than satisfied with herself, as I groaned over the loss of heat and suction from her mouth. The sassy smirk she gave me helped ease the dizzy motion that she caused inside of me with her soft gaze.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So fucking perfect." I heard the soft whispering of my wife, reminding me that she was still here, watching me with another. I strained to look, since I knew exactly where she would be watching our lewd display. She would be lounging on that damn chaise she had insisted that we buy, yet never used. I found myself needing to see her, needing her approval to bury myself deep inside of this girl she had "given" me as a gift. I felt a surge of guilt with the sound of her voice.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I found her sprawled across the velvet lounge naked, her eyes glassy from lust. She had her legs spread wide, putting her pussy on prominent display while she worked the vibrator I had bought her for her birthday in and out of her at a maddening pace. I knew that pace all too well. I knew she was on verge of coming. I could see it in her eyes and the soft quivering of her skin. I could hear it in her breathy moans and the wet sounds her pussy made with each pass of the vibrator. She was enjoying the show that Bella and I were giving her. While that eased my guilt, it also left me feeling off, but there was no time to think of why this was so important to her, as Bella crawled up my body. My eyes quickly went back to the swaying of her breasts as they mesmerized me with their movement.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I closed my eyes as I felt her hands settle upon my chest, tracing patterns on my skin, as she moved against my cock teasingly, letting me feel her slip back and forth against me. The feeling was over powering, yet I needed to watch as my cock slip back and forth between her lips, being so close yet so far from where I wanted to be: inside of her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you want me?" she asked me in an innocent voice that was laced with lust and danger.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you want to be inside of me?" she asked, slipping and sliding against me as she grew wetter for me with each twist of her hips.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me, Edward," she whispered in a soft voice, so clear and sweetthat one would think she was asking me for more than my fantasies or my need to fuck her. I closed my eyes and nodded as I bit my lip against the growing tension inside of me, pushing me towards the release I so desperately needed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Without a word, Bella shifted her hips and suddenly my cock was posed at her entrance, waiting and begging for the next motion that would ease my cock inside of her. I watched with stuttering breath and wild eyes as Bella moved above me. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel her warm, minty breath wash over me just as her hand closed around my hard cock once more.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've wanted this forever," she whispered to me so softly there was no way Tanya could hear her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've wanted <i>you</i> forever," she whispered again as she dragged the head of my cock over her pussy, rubbing me against her clit before easing me into place.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me you wanted me too," she whispered so softly, in such a decadent way, that it made me shudder.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me you wanted this as badly as I have," she whispered again as her big brown eyes met mine, letting me see all her lust and innocence as she waited for my words.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes," I whispered in a gravelly voice that was neither clear nor confident. It sounded weak and greedy, just like I felt inside as the head of my cock pushed into her but was stopped as her body was too tight for my immediate entrance. I looked deep into Bella's amber-colored eyes and could see the lust and heat in her gaze. It was perfect and frightening as hell as she leaned closer, letting me taste the hint of birthday cake and wine on her breath before pressing her lips against mine in the sweetest of kisses to seal our whispered secrets to each other.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I watched as Bella leaned back. There was determination in her eyes as she spread her legs wider around me and she sank down, inch by inch, onto my cock. It was madding to watch and heavenly to feel as she swallowed me up in her heat and tightness, while she worked to have all of me inside of her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's it, baby." I could hear the soft encouragement of Tanya's throaty whispers, reminding me that we were not alone.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He's so big, isn't he?" I could hear Tanya moan as Bella pressed down, taking more of me inside of her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He's going to feel so good inside of you," Tanya said in a high-pitched voice that told me she was close to orgasm.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So good. So good," she continued to coo before crying out in pleasure from her release, which only added to the pressure I felt inside as I fought off my own urges to come.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Stay with me, my pretty boy," Bella whispered to me while rubbing along my belly above where we were joined, pulling me back to her with her words while blocking out the image of the other woman in the room who was moaning as she watched my Bella as she sunk lower upon me, pinching me with the tightness of her cunt. Her words made me focus on the woman above me with her wild brown eyes and red lips open, gasping for air as she impaled herself upon me, while her heavy tits shook with each movement, each breath she took. She looked wanton and beautiful. She looked young and innocent. She looked every bit the Lolita she was playing at, by being my birthday gift: my sanctioned fuck from my wife who wanted me to have everything. She was my dream and nightmare all rolled into one as she hovered above me, impaled on my cock with sweat blooming on her forehead from her hard work to accept me into her tight body, while our audience ooohed and awed in response to her hard work.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I looked down at where we were joined, and while I was inside of her, it suddenly wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to just see the bulk of my cock inside of her. It wasn't enough that we could fuck like this; filling her, but never being fully inside of her. It wasn't enough at all as I watched her tits shake as she moved above me. It wasn't enough to watch my dick, glistening from her wetness, as it disappeared inside of her, yet never filling her properly. It wasn't enough, and it was that lacking that made me angry. Angry that I was missing out being buried inside of her. Angry that I would walk away from this experience without the feeling of her wrapped completely around me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was that anger that found me growling as Bella rocked on top of me slowly. It was that growl that found me as my hands gripped her hips tight like handles, pushing her down on my aching cock as I thrust up into her while I bit my lip until I could taste blood while feeling the fire light within me, setting flame to my own desire to take this girl who offered herself up so willingly for me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could hear the low moan of <i>oh my God</i>, but I had no idea if it was Tanya or Bella as I felt the primal urge to fuck, to claim, to destroy, take over, as I pulled her down hard upon me. I pushed up into her hard, thrusting off the bed beneath me until I was buried deep inside of her. I groaned against the feel of her wet and hot, constricting around me, hugging me, pulling me deeper, as she adjusted with a loud groan of pleasure mixed with pain. It was the sound of her cry that spurred me on in my primal urges. It triggered an emotion inside of me that burned me to ash, as I felt the desire to fuck and claim her rise inside of me like a tidal wave taking over and washing away any of the doubt that I had before this moment.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I listened to her cries of pleasure mixed with Tanya's in the background as I thrust up into her as she came down upon me hard, taking me deep, like how I needed to be. I needed more from her. I needed to hear more. I needed to hear her cries and moans as I fucked her hard. I needed to feel her come on me as I took what was mine from her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, fuck her, baby. Fuck her," Tanya cried out in encouragement and frenzied pleasure as I lost control of whatever it was that held me in check whenever I was around this girl.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I remained seated deep inside of her for the space of a heartbeat before pulling her up off of me until all I felt was the cold air between us before thrusting up into her warmth once more, repeating the process over and over again. I watched as my cock disappeared into her, wet from her excitement and gasping for air as I fought off the burning need to come since I wanted to feel her and give her all that I could before losing myself in the magic that was her hot flesh.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I watched as her tits shook with each hard thrust, bouncing wildly, begging for my touch, my mouth, and my teeth, as she tried to hold on she as rode me. I watched as her eyes closed with pleasure and her face grimaced with pain from fucking her hard and deep. I watched and was mesmerized by her beauty and passionate innocence, as I bit back the burning in my belly that was my pending orgasm from the pleasure she was giving me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slowly slipped my hands from her hips as they rocked against me, slipping them along her sweatdampened skin until I was cupping her breasts in my hands. They were soft as silk and heavy with their delicious weight. Just the feel of them in my hands made it so I could not stop touching her, pinching her nipples, making her arch into my touch, and Tanya moaned loudly while watching me touch Bella with wild abandon.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's it Edward. She loves that. Make her come, baby," she said in a raspy voice from overuse and over stimulation from the erotic show we were giving her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh God," Bella moaned as she continued to rock against me, as I thrust up into her, clinging to my belly as best as she could, making me hiss each time her nails dug into my skin seeking purchase as we moved together. But this wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed deeper, harder, faster. I needed to claim her, mark her as mine. It burned inside of me like a flame threatening to consume as I struggled to control it, but in the end there was no control. There was sex. There was desire. There was the base need to fuck, and nothing was more powerful than that.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh God, yes," Tanya moaned as she watched us. I looked back to find her eyes locked upon where Bella and I were joined. She was watching as my cock rose up to meet Bella's hard downward thrust upon me. She was watching as I fucked a woman she considered to be her understudy, her favorite student, her closest confident, and she was enjoying it. She was living the fantasy with each thrust, each moan and each quivering cry that Bella gave me as I filled her deep and hard. She was there with us, climbing ever higher, seeking her release, as we fought together to find our own.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pulled Bella off me with a groan at the loss of her wet pussy which was no longer wrapped around me, as she whined angrily in response. I moved quickly on the bed, pulling her, pushing her, until she was on her back, legs spread wide and vulnerable before me. I could hear Tanya's excited hiss of yes as she watched me pull and contort this girl into the position I wanted to claim her in. It was a deep yes that made me look over at her to find her arched off the lounge with that damn purple vibrator buried deep inside of her. It was beautiful in a perverse way to see her like this: head tossed back in pleasure, back arched, pebbled nipples straight up in the air, while her legs were spread open, exposing her needy pussy for me, as she pleasured herself while watching me live out a fantasy that was her doing. It was so beautiful and yet so perfectly wrong for us both to be taking so much pleasure from something so twisted in its splendor. It made me want to fuck Bella harder and then take my own wife hard and dirty, just like she liked it, in thanks for her thoughtful, yet filthy ways.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's it, baby. Show me how good it is. Show me how good her sweet little pussy is," she said to me while Bella moaned in response to her dirty words, pushing me on to do as I needed to this girl who had wanted this as badly as I did.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could not think. I could not breathe. I just knew what I needed, and that need drove me to burying myself inside of her with a groan, as the shock of her heat and tightness engulfed me once more. Bella cried out immediately, arching her back in pleasure and what could have been pain, as I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to fuck without thought or meaning just to rid myself of the burning pressure inside of me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I gripped her hips hard, driving into her with each rough thrust that pushed her up the bed until her hands were pushing at the headboard as it shook violently against the wall. All I could see was Bella's beautiful face contorted in pleasure as she came with a low groan of my name, while I slammed into her repeatedly without mercy, as Tanya mimicked my actions upon herself with the vibrator that was whirling at full speed. All I could smell was the heady scent of Bella's arousal mixed with the tangy scent I knew to be Tanya's. All I could hear were her low moans, short gasps, and the wet sound of me fucking her with an animalistic force that made me growl as I took what was mine from her, while Tanya's cries added to the symphony we were creating. All I could feel was her gripping me tighter and tighter with her cunt until her body bowed toward mine, as she cried out in pleasure as she came hard around my cock, and as her wet response seeped out around me on to the shaking bed beneath her. I struggled to breathe during this rapture that was purely Bella-induced, while Tanya seemed miles away, lost in her own pleasure of watching us fuck so furiously.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was nothing else but this moment. There was nothing but me inside of her, claiming her as my own. There was no Tanya in the corner watching with greedy eyes and words of encouragement as I fucked this girl harder than I had ever thought was possible. There was nothing but the driving rhythm inside of me, making my muscles burn with exertion, until I finally reached the peak of madness with a loud guttural cry of pleasure that came from the depth of my soul. There was nothing but the blinding white ecstasy that caused my body to stiffen like a stone, while I buried myself as deep in her as I could while releasing every bit of torturous pleasure. All that was left was the smoldering embers that burned me into the woman who created that fire inside of me. It was overwhelming. It was wonderful. It was so fucking wrong that it had to be right, since I had never come with such intensity. It was with a fervor that wracked my body with such a force that actually hurt from the strength of it in the most amazing way. It left me weak and humbled by the passion that burned within these two beautiful women who choose to share it with me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I fell upon her body, gasping for air as the weakness from such a release overtook me, leaving my jello-like muscles to spasm while my cock still jerked wildly inside of her, continuing to spill into her, as if it had been years since I had come, not days, while Tanya's low moans of satisfaction filled the air out around us. Bella held me against her, wrapping her legs that were still quivering around my waist to trap me in place, even though there was no need. I wasn't going anywhere. I was spent in the best way.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could never leave after being burned to ash by this girl and the gift that was given to me.</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-61694071070577515362012-08-05T18:32:00.000-07:002012-08-31T18:33:14.982-07:00For Everything There is a Season<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her life has changed in the blink of an eye; she needed a new start, in a new city. What she finds is more than she thinks she deserves.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: Genre: M Word Count: 8,180 Pairing: E&B</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer:</b> Stephanie Meyer owns all except the plot, which I twisted through the deviousness of my mind. WARNING; Rated M for content and language of the highly adult variety.</span></span></div><div class="p3" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s2"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For Everything There is a Season</span></b></span></div><div class="p3" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BPOV</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know, Bella, you really need to put yourself out there more." I looked up into the cool blue eyes of my boss. It wasn't all that often that she'd walk out to my desk, so I had to wonder why she was here now.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why?" I asked, slightly amused. I was nineteen years old but had led a fairly sheltered life.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't you want a boyfriend?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could feel the tell-tale heat rising up my neck and into my cheeks; I silently cursed my father for giving me yet another of his traits… "What makes you think I want one, Rose?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She didn't answer right away; she just stared. I must admit, I felt a little uneasy under her sharp as a tack scrutiny. I even squirmed a little, watching the skin at the corner of her eyes pucker.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you telling me you like women?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>WHAT</i>? No… no, that's…. not what…" All I could do was flounder as she smirked at me. God, she was good… I'd been working for Mrs. Rosalie Cullen for nearly four months now, and we'd just clicked… immediately. She was the "brash" that I needed to counteract my "fade to black" personality. She'd even managed to drag me out to a club for a girl's night out on more than one occasion… kicking and screaming all the way, of course.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh relax, Bella. I know you don't swing that way. So tell me why you don't want a man to bring you to the heights of ecstasy night in and night out?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Oh God…</i> This was <i>not </i>something I wanted to talk about… ever…. Especially here at work… with my boss…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's just not something I want or need at this time in my life, that's all."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"When was the last time you…?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Rose, leave her alone."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Saved by the… brother! </i>I couldn't help but smile at my saviour. Jasper Whitlock was one of those men that just exuded sex appeal. Everything about him seemed to draw women in like moths to a flame, and I wasn't any different… not that I ever let on. He was tall, stunning, blonde, and possibly the hottest guy I'd ever laid eyes on.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turned away from the two people in front of me and more or less stuck my head in the filing drawer of my desk to hide the flaming action going on in my face.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?" Rose said in a very not so innocent way, "…all I'm saying is that she'll never meet anyone if she holes herself away in that apartment of hers."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Maybe she likes it that way; did you ever think of that?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No… and no. No-one wants to spend their life alone Jas…" I looked up at the tone I heard in my boss' voice; I had the distinct feeling that she was no longer just talking about me. I looked to Jasper, who was now staring at his sister with slightly narrowed eyes, and suddenly felt like the proverbial third wheel…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wonder if I could fit under this desk?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thankfully, the sound of the front door opening broke the now thick atmosphere in the room. I looked up to see a woman walk in, a really pretty, really polished woman, but it was plain for all to see that whatever was going on, she was barely holding herself together. Glancing back to Rose and Jasper, I wondered if they were going to talk to her or let me handle it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Taking matters into his own hands, Jasper stepped forward. "Are you alright, Miss?" A silent shake of her head had both him and his sister moving up to her.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, can you get a glass of water please?" Rose asked without looking back to me. Personally, I think I was moving before she even asked. Within seconds, I was back and watched as they gently motioned the woman towards Jasper's office. I took a few seconds to wonder what was going on once the door shut behind them but soon turned back to the things I knew I had waiting for me to finish.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Maybe ten or fifteen minutes later, the suctioning sound of the front door opening had me looking up once again. I nearly swallowed my tongue…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Holy fuck! Where in the hell do all these gorgeous men come from?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now, I'm not normally one of those women that openly ogle good looking men. Because of my naturally shy demeanour, my eyes tend to bounce right off them; the time frame of said bounce seems relative to the level of hotness… though why it was on the blink now was beyond me. This God among men was tall… like, 6'3 tall. Dark brown hair, strong, wide shoulders that tapered down to narrow hips, and even though he was clothed in the most fuck-hot suit I've ever seen, it didn't take much to imagine what was underneath.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm not completely sure how long I sat there with a dumbassed look on my face, but it must have been awhile. It was only the sound of his voice that finally brought me to my senses. "Isabella… right?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh… yes, sorry. Um… Isabella, yeah…" <i>Crap, shut UP! </i>"Can… I help you?" <i>Geeeeeze!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could feel my face flame in embarrassment over my word vomit, but it only got worse as I watched him battle to contain the smirk that was just itching to come out. Lord knows he probably dealt with babbling idiots like me all the time.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ah, I was wondering if Rosalie is available."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I tore my eyes away from the hypnotic green ones looking back at me and looked towards Jasper's office. I debated for a second on if I should go and interrupt, but thinking about the state of the woman when she came into the office before, I somehow didn't think I should.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mrs. Cullen is in a client meeting with Mr. Whitlock at the moment. If it's important, I can go see if she can see you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, it's not important."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, um… if you want to leave your name and a number, I will make sure she knows you were here." I waited, but he didn't answer right away. I didn't know what to do.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"My name is Edward."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yet another of my father's quirks reared its ugly head when I opened my mouth in the form of a squeaky voice. "Ed…" I quickly cleared my throat to try again. "Edward. Do you have a number I can give her?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She knows who I am."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, I'll let her know you were here."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank you, Isabella," he said before holding his hand out to me. I smiled and reached up to shake it, my skin prickling in anticipation of actually touching this guy who would undoubtedly hold star attraction in my dreams for the foreseeable future… The warmth I felt creep up my arm made my jaw clench, amongst other things. I wasn't stupid; I knew that no man <i>this</i> good looking would ever look at me the same way, but it also didn't escape my notice that he didn't let go of my hand. Instead, his beautiful, smiling green eyes moved from my eyes to our joined hands. My eyes, however, found it impossible to leave his stunning face; they also saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed deeply. When he looked back up to me, I could see the serious change that came over him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you busy for lunch?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What the…?</span></i></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Um…" <i>He's asking you out for lunch Bella… say… YES! </i>"Yes…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh… okay then, well…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Oh</i>, no… um, no I'm not busy…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was seriously pleased that I happened to be sitting down when he unleashed "the smile"…. Honestly, it was one of those smiles that lit up a room, dropped panties, made hearts go aflutter… you get the point…<i>Holy shit!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Excellent." He gave a quick glance in the direction of my two bosses' offices before turning back to me. "Wanna leave now?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Coming out of my stupor, I looked down at the work on my desk, a motion that also alerted me to the fact that my hand was still in his, but it was the feeling I got from this one touch alone that made my mind up for me. "Yeah, sure, why not… this will all be here when I get back." I felt him pulling gently with his hand, asking me to stand, so I grabbed my purse from the floor on the way up, and we walked together to the end of my desk.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Is there somewhere you'd like to go in particular?" he asked me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nope, I'm fairly new here, so I'll leave it up to you… just not seafood– I'm allergic."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, that's a bummer…" <i>Bummer? I hadn't heard anyone say that in a long, long time.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't help but smile as we walked out onto the sidewalk. I did a double take when I looked up at him. In the artificial lights inside the office, I didn't see the subtle red tinge of his warm brown hair, but in the sunlight, it seemed to make him glow. Ten minutes later, we sat opposite each other in a booth of a small but tasteful diner as I texted Rose that I'd gone out for lunch.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, how long have you been in this fine city?" he asked me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Just over four months. Nearly seven months ago, my parents were killed in a car crash; being the only child of two only children, I didn't have any family to go to, and I had to give up college. I was almost finished my second year…" I looked down to my lap in an effort to pull myself together before losing it for he millionth time… "Friends helped me as much as they could, but there was only so much they could do. There wasn't enough left over after the sale of my family home to pay for me to continue my own studies, so I had to make some tough decisions. Luckily, I had a high GPA and my circumstances were enough for Rose and Jasper to take a chance on me and give me a job…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I looked up to see a look that I hated seeing… pity. He must have picked up on my change in demeanour. He reached out and placed his hand over mine, and once again, I got that warm feeling emanate from him to me. "I'm sorry life has dealt you such a shitty hand lately, but I can tell you're the sort of person who won't let that stop you from succeeding in life, from going after want you want."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, I'm not… It may take me a little longer than I thought it would, but I will get my degree, and I will become the teacher that I've always planned on becoming."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes… I have no doubt that you will," he said with a genuinely pleased smile. "Now, enough of the heavy stuff; tell me what happens when you eat seafood."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hadn't expected that and couldn't stop the extremely unflattering snort that erupted out of my nose. The next hour was probably the best hour I'd had since my parents died. I felt so comfortable in his presence; he made me laugh like no one else had since my father, and by the time I walked back to the office, I was glowing with thoughts of what my future in this city would be like with Edward at my side… no matter how unrealistic those thoughts were. A girl could dream… right?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was maybe an hour later that Rose walked out to my desk. "I'm glad that you finally went out for a change… Did you meet any yummy, man-meat while you were gone?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't want to have to go through the third degree that I knew I'd go through if I said yes… so I surprised myself when the lie slipped so easily from my lips. "If you must know…. I did. Huge, thick, succulent, and extremely juicy… if you know what I mean." I even accentuated with a wiggle of my brows… "It was the best steak I'd eaten in years."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, you're as funny as a fart in a spacesuit, Bella." Rose said dryly.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, by the way, a guy named Edward came in before I went to lunch; he said you'd know who he was."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward was here?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah." I couldn't understand the look on her face. Hesitant, maybe a little confused. "Is he a client?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, definitely not a client; he's my husband."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh… husband…." <i>Oh shit…</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, I better go call him, see what he wanted."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All I could do was nod… <i>Husband… that'd be right. No man who looked like him would be single… and here I am fantasising about a future with my boss' husband!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As I watched her walk back into her office, all I could think of was the situation I'd unwittingly put myself in the middle of… I'm not stupid, nor am I a naive little school girl with a crush on an older man; I was all too aware of the undeniable mutual attraction that was going on between Edward and I over lunch, as much as I didn't understand his side of it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rose was my friend – well, new friend – but she was also my employer. She was also a good person who'd given me a go when most wouldn't have. I'd spent an hour with Edward… her <i>husband… </i>yet the thought of not seeing him again made me feel almost… bereft. After a while of thinking about it all, I sighed and made myself focus on work. The next time I saw my boss, I purposely brought up the topic of the woman who'd come in before Edward. Turns out she was a battered wife who'd finally bucked up the courage to leave and start divorce proceedings.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The rest of the week passed much as it had since I'd been here, though thoughts of Edward popped up with a frustrating frequency. The thoughts and feelings he'd brought out in me were never far from the forefront of my mind. Monday morning arrived, and Rose poked her head out of her office when she heard me come in.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Morning, Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good morning," I replied with a smile.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward is coming in this morning; just bring him in when he gets here, okay?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, sure, Rose," I said with a plastered on smile, though through her obvious distraction, she didn't seem to notice it and went back into her office. I, on the other hand, was left feeling slightly anxious. I'd thought long and hard over the weekend about what I'd felt when we went out for lunch. Attraction, sure… definitely, but I know that I felt more than just that. In the little time I'd spent with him, I knew that he was definitely my type, as in someone I wanted to know better, someone who could very well become my "significant other"… I couldn't deny my disappointment that now it… <i>he </i>was something that I had to put in the "life's fantasies" folder in my mind.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was early morning, and while typing out some of Jasper's recorded case notes, a strange feeling came over me. I stopped typing and sat up straighter; it was weird, really, an almost humming feeling deep within me. I looked towards the front doors and found myself being held in the deep, penetrating gaze of one Edward Cullen. <i>Fuck…. </i>I couldn't help but squirm under the intense look he gave me, but it was the slow, knowing smirk that pulled at his mouth that had my heart thumping like an arachnophobe suddenly standing in a room full of man-eating spiders.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The door opened, and in he walked. <i>God, my memories hadn't done him justice. He's stunning.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good morning, Bella. It's good to see you again."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Speak, Bella, speak! </i>"Morning, Edward. It's good to see you too." <i>Though you could have told me you're my boss' husband… </i>"Your <i>wife's</i> expecting you. Follow me, please." As I turned away from him, I couldn't help but wince at the slight bitchiness that had laced my words. I didn't look back as I walked to Rose's office door.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come in," she called after I knocked softly.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Your husband is here, Rose." I heard the emphasis; not sure if she did though.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thanks, Bella." I opened the door wider before stepping back against it to let him into the office. I couldn't look at him; instead I lowering my eyes towards the floor. I could feel his eyes were on me as he slowly passed by, but looking where I was meant that I didn't miss the way his hand started to reach towards me, only to be pulled back and shoved into his suit pants pocket.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I closed the door and took a deep, calming breath before walking back to my desk, but before I reached it, Jasper came in. "Good morning, Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Morning," I replied… I just couldn't make myself say it was a good one.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"My sister's in?" he asked.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, but she's in with her husband."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward…?" He glanced up to his sister's office for a second before speaking again. "Well, can you buzz me when he leaves? I'll talk to her then."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No problems, boss."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't stop myself watching the clock… An hour and a half had passed since Edward had entered Rose's office before I saw the door open again.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thanks for coming, Edward. I'll talk to you later."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay," he replied, bending forward and kissing her on the cheek. I quickly looked back to the paperwork in front of me. They shared a short, whispered conversation before I saw him walking toward me out of the corner of my eye.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I found I was rather adept to making myself look busy when I really wasn't, but I was well aware that he was now standing directly in front of me. <i>Look up or not?</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You busy for lunch?" he asked. My eyes bugged out before I looked to Rose's closed office door.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're kidding?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nope."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't believe he would ask me this… "I don't think so." My heart was thumping, though I couldn't work out why. I was incensed over his lack of feeling towards his wife, sure, but I was feeling a little… overwhelmed too. Here was this gorgeous guy, one who was completely out of my league, who I'd mistakenly thought was interested in me… I was also ashamed to say that his interest in me, even though he was married, had made me feel… desired. It made it all that more illicit.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He just looked at me like he was thinking it all over, then took a deep breath. "Okay, well, have a nice day, Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With that, he walked out. Never looking back either.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now I was confused…. By the time lunch rolled around, I was a mess… All of my old insecurities were just under the surface. I knew I'd read more into his looks and words than what he'd meant. I mean, why would someone like him be interested in someone like me… He'd have women at his beck and call; he thought he'd try me, and when I turned him down, he knew he'd just fall back on what I imagined was a bounty of blonde beauties who wouldn't say no.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella?" I turned at the sound of Rose's voice. "I'm leaving for the day. I've got a lunch date…" she said with a slight smile "… I won't be back today, so if you wanted to direct the phones to the answering service and head out, you can. Jasper's in meetings all afternoon anyway."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're sure? I don't mind staying here."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, go enjoy a few hours off and getting paid for it…" I was about to argue, but the "finger" and the infamous "bitch brow" stopped my words before they had a chance to see the light of day. "See you tomorrow."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thanks, Rose." I said, conceding with a smile. I shut the computer down, organised my work, and grabbed my purse and waited for Rose to lock up. "I hope you have a good lunch date."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, I'm sure I will…" she said in a way that made me wonder what she'd really be eating for lunch. It was too early to head off to my lonely apartment, so I drove to the closest mall. Walking the wide aisles and doing a bang up job of window shopping, my mind tormented me with thoughts I'd rather not have… Meeting Edward and feeling things I hadn't felt in a long time had just brought back how lonely my life was now.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I walked into a small café and sat down at a window seat so that I could people-watch. I leaned my elbows on the table, resting my head on my hands, and let my mind wander.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know, if you don't blink soon, your eyes will dry up."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I jumped in fright and was shocked to see Edward sitting not three feet in front of me. "What… when did you…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"A couple of minutes. You seemed deep in thought, so I was just waiting for you to work through your troubles. I was getting a little concerned when you didn't resume blinking."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What are doing here? I thought you'd be having lunch with your <i>wife.</i>"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, as you can see, I'm not having lunch with my wife." His eyes flicked down to my now cold coffee before coming back up to my face. "You want to get another one?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No… I think I might just go home, actually." I would have loved to have had another day with him like the other day, but I wouldn't be able to look Rosalie in the eye if I stayed any longer. Everything about this man called to me. Sure, he was the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on; he just oozed sex… but it wasn't just that… there was something else about him that just called to me. I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder before I started to walk away.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stood at my car, digging through my purse to find my keys, when I felt… him. I knew he was behind me; it was the same feeling I had in the office this morning. "I know you feel this too…" he said from close behind me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It doesn't matter; you're married."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not for long." His statement surprised me… What did he mean by that? Suddenly, his hands were on my hips and I felt him press his body against my back. "Will you let me explain… please?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My heart leapt as I felt his tongue gently touch the lobe of my ear. <i>Fuuuuuck! </i>I didn't know if I was being stupid or not, but I couldn't stop my head from nodding it compliance to his request, nor could I stop my body from moving into his as he slid his hands around my body in an embrace that warmed me from head to toe…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My body was a traitor to the highest degree…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Can we go somewhere more private?" he whispered… His warm breath in my ear rendered me incoherent for a few seconds. I snapped out of it quickly enough, though, but then I tried to think of where we could go that's private but not private enough that my traitorous body would try to jump him….</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Um…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Your car or mine…" I could hear the smile in his voice. I didn't answer; I just pressed the button on my key ring and the locks on my car popped up. I almost groaned in disapproval as he stepped away from me, but as I watched him walk around to the passenger side of the car, our eyes are locked. I only moved after he opened his door and lowered himself inside.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once the doors were shut, I found myself surrounded in his scent… intensified in the confined space. My heart was thumping, and I jumped a little when he covered my hand in his on my lap. "Look at me, Bella. I won't bite…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Why not? Says my traitorous brain… </i>More and more of me was defecting; I only had my will left, and that was only hanging on by a thread…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"There's not much to say, Edward. You're married. And to make it worse, you're married to my boss; a woman who I admire and respect… a woman who took a chance on me when I needed her to…. I can't… betray her."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You wouldn't be. <i>We </i>wouldn't be. There's a lot about Rose and I that you're unaware of. I'd like to explain it, but it may take some time. We can do it here, or we could go somewhere else… it's your choice, but please… don't make your mind up before I can explain."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The simple touch of his hand was, as usual, warming me all over… I felt my will shake… It was faltering. Right or wrong, I turned forward and started my car. I was only a few minutes from home, definitely <i>not</i>long enough to regain my composure or will. I could feel him close to me as I walked up the few steps to my front door. Once inside, I shut the door behind him, but he waited for me to move first… I didn't get far.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His hands were around me again… Lips gently skimmed the skin of my neck as his large, warm hands spread out over my stomach and ribs… As he took the lobe of my ear into his hot, wet mouth, I felt his thumb skim along under the bottom of my breast… "I'm sorry… but I have to touch you… you're all I've been able to think of since I laid eyes on you." The deep timbre of his voice ricocheted through my whole body, making it come alive… I turned my head to speak to him, but all that resulted in was the hottest, wettest, deepest kiss I'd ever had in my life…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Somewhere between his tongue slipping effortlessly into my mouth and feeling the wall at my back, I'd been lifted up and my legs had his hard body in a vice-like grip… Body… gone, brain… outta there, will… non-existent! I was going to hell in a hand basket!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The feel of his rock hard cock against my body was like putting a match to a firework wick… I just exploded… I couldn't wait anymore, I had to have him, feel him… My hands trembled as I tried to get rid of the material between us, and in the end… I just ripped it apart.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh fuck yeah…" I nearly shattered as I felt his lips and teeth suck and bite down my neck. The feel of his skin under my hands was amazing. The hiss he rewarded me with as I pulled his nipple made my eyes roll… well, it could have been the feeling of him thrusting his cock against my pulsing clit…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once he'd unbuttoned my shirt, he didn't waste time trying to get it and my bra off; he just pulled the cups down underneath me and then latched on… Somewhere in the deep, dark recesses of my mind, I knew there was something I should be doing… other than what I was currently doing, but I just couldn't think of what it was…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh God… I… Oh… shit… I…we…" <i>Work, brain, God dammit… work!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh God, you feel amazing… I want you so bad."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes…" I felt as if I was about to pass out; I needed to get my breathing under control. I felt his hands push my skirt up higher around my hips.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh shit, you're soaking…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The feel of his fingers against me was amazing. My fingers, which were currently threaded through his soft, fuck-me hair, gripped tightly in response. His lips found my mouth once more, and I was completely lost in the passion and feelings and touches…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I heard the sound of his buckle and the feel of his knuckles against me, and my whole body was wound tight as a drum I waited for the crescendo of feeling him inside me. But then he stopped… "Oh crap… I don't have… a condom. Shit! Fuck…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Upstairs… bedroom…." I may have been celibate for the last year, but a girl could hope, right! His mouth didn't really leave mine as we fumbled our way up to my room. I think my back was going to show the marks of my walls and doorways for the next few days. "No… next door," I said into his hungry mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck… I need you so bad, Bella…" he said as he pulled his mouth away from mine. He gave a quick glance to my bed and then latched onto my neck once more. I felt myself being lowered and then finally something softer than wood came against me… "Where are they?" Edwards asked against my lips. His hips continued to rock against me, and I had to concentrate on not only his question but also my answer.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Um… what… oh, um… bedside, top drawer." My body sat up, following his as he moved away from me. My mouth latched on to his nipple and my teeth gripped so I wouldn't lose contact.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh shit…" He hissed… His hand came to the back of my head as I heard him fumbling with the drawer. I didn't want to waste any more time than necessary, so I continued to unbuckle his pants. I had more luck with them than I did with his shirt, and lucky me… he goes commando. I knew this because as soon as I pushed his suit pants down, his solid cock fell against my chest.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ungh….." I moaned. My hand moved of its own accord and wrapped around the silky hardness of his cock… and what a cock it is…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ah fuck!" Edward yelled out as I heard the crash of something in the background. "Slow down, babe. If you don't, I'll cum all over you, and that is <i>not </i>where I want to cum…" He pushed gently against my shoulder and laid me against the bed. I looked up to his beautiful face and floored at the burning desire I could see reflect back at me. I bit my lip in an effort to stop the moan I knew would embarrass me, but that seemed to have an altogether different effect on him… He placed the condom packet between his teeth before turning his attention to my skirt. I lifted my hips so that he could get to the zip at my back, but then he stilled, his eyes burning a hole through the red lacy thong that only just covered me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He took the foil packet from his teeth as he knelt to the floor. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him; my hips bucked as he ran the tip of his nose over my lace covered slit. "Yes…" I hissed. I felt the heat of his mouth press against me and his tongue as it lapped at my soaked panties, but when I felt his tongue slip into the side of the lace and into my pussy… I couldn't hold it in any longer… I shattered!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"ARGH! Fuck! Yes… oh, shit… oh… EDWARD!" I body arched up, my fists gripping into the material behind me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh yeah… More, baby, give me more…" I wasn't sure how, but suddenly I was pantiless and my whole pussy was in his mouth. Fingers slipped inside me, rubbing in all the right spots. I hadn't had time to come down from the best orgasm of my life before he was masterfully working me back up for the next one…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh God… oh… Edw…. Please…" I had no idea what I was trying to say, but obviously he did. I took a deep breath as I felt him release my throbbing clit. His fingers never stopped their ministrations as his lips traced their way up my stomach. I moaned and writhed as he latched on to each hardened nipple; my body was just one big pile of pleasure. I cried out at the feeling of his teeth pulling at each puckered tip.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You… are… exquisite, Bella. Your taste, your body… your everything…" His lips crashed to mine in yet another mind-numbing kiss; I could taste myself on his tongue. It was so erotic. "I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>You already have…. </i>I thought to myself. I felt the tip of him against me, and my body reacted immediately. My legs wrapped around his hips and I dug my heels into his rock hard ass, pulling him closer. "Now Edward… fill me…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He didn't need to be told twice… and fill me he did; in one quick thrust.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Argh… holy mother of God…" he yelled out.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh yes… more…" I thought his mouth, tongue, and fingers were magical; they had nothing on his fuck hot cock! I knew he was… gifted, when I held him in my hand, but holy shit… He was fucking huge! Each thrust rolled my eyes back. I couldn't think, I couldn't… <i>do</i> anything; all I could do was feel…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Never before… you feel so…" His hands lifted my legs up and over his shoulders before slamming into me harder and deeper than ever. That's all it took for me to cum again. "Yes, oh shit… squeeze me babe, milk my cock…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His words had the desired effect, making me cum hard; I think I felt him explode before I seemed to float away…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella… beautiful? Come back to me…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Huh? What…?" I opened my eyes to the smiling, smug face of Edward. He leaned forward and kissed my mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You've done wonders for my ego, Bella. I've never made anyone pass out before…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I passed out? Oh… Holy shit… that was… un-fucking-believable… I've never… felt anything… Holy… where did you…" I knew I was mumbling; my brain still hadn't kicked into gear.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shhh… all in good time, beautiful, all in good time. Bella, that was the single most amazing experience I've ever had… ever! You are…" He didn't say anymore, he just took my mouth again, softly kissing and licking and nipping. I could feel he was still inside me, though now he was soft… I revelled in the feel of him. "I need to get rid of this. I'll be right back."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I whimpered as he pulled out of me, and I couldn't help but return the stupid grin he gave me. A quick kiss he gave me before moving off the bed and walked into my ensuite bathroom to dispose of the condom I didn't even see him put on. I licked my lips as I watched his beautiful body walk away from me. My eyes moved to my bedside to see that it was now completely empty; now I knew what the crashing sound was. Seconds later, he was standing in the doorway looking back at me. "Don't overthink this, Bella, and don't, for God's sake, push me away. Please…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Unbidden, Rose's face popped into my head… I'm gonna have to find another job…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey…." I looked up to him before he lay down beside me and pulled me into his arms. "I know we said we'd talk… I didn't plan on… this, right now, but I couldn't stop myself."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I didn't stop you either, Edward."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm glad you didn't. Do you want me to explain now?" I nodded in reply. "Let's get under the covers." We didn't say anything until we were covered; it made it easier to talk as well…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not going to say that I didn't want this, because I did, I do… but…" His finger against my lips stopped more words from pouring out.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shhh… You have nothing to be ashamed about, okay; neither of us do. How about I start at the beginning." I nodded again<i>. </i>"I've been friends with Jasper since we were nine or ten years old. That's how I met Rose. Being twins, they were always close, so where Jazz and I went, so did Rose. I was a pretty gangly sort of kid growing up, not really growing into myself until I was about sixteen… So I was a fairly shy person. Rose and Jazz's parents were… <i>very </i>religious, and as a result, Rose was intimidated by all the vulgar comments sent her way as she 'matured'… Because of that, she and I… gravitated, to one another, and others saw us as a couple even before we actually became one." I couldn't imagine him as "gangly" or anything like that; he was so stunningly handsome.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We just sort of… fell into a relationship. Nothing happened between us until we were both eighteen, and when it did… it was… <i>not </i>earth shattering, like I'd heard other guys say it was. I just thought they made it out to be more than it was; I'd never been with anyone else. Anyway, we all went away to the same college, we all moved into an apartment instead of the dorms, and by the time we graduated, it just kind of became expected that we would get married. Things were… ordinary, between us for a long time, and then about eight months ago; Rose came to me and said that she'd met someone."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He couldn't have shocked me more if he'd told me the world was ending…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"When she told me… I waited for it to hurt, but it didn't. It was then that I knew that Rose and I were always only <i>just </i>friends… We should have stayed that way… We're only still married because neither of us has had the inclination to move forward, not because there's anything there to salvage. I came in the other week to talk to her about something else entirely, but then I saw you. I knew as soon as I held your hand that I needed to be around you more, find out more… This morning, I came in to sign the papers to dissolve our marriage."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All I could do was stare into his eyes… Everything he'd just told me was going on loop in my mind. His relationship with Rose was more convenience than anything real…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I told her about my interest in you; she encouraged me, she said that you were one of the nicest people she'd ever known."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You told her?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She's not… upset?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not at all. She said…" He rolled his lips into his teeth in an effort to control his mirth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She said what?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm only repeating what she said, okay? She said, and I quote, 'Go after her with everything you've got and don't take no for an answer. I've never seen anyone in more need of a good fuck and you're just the man to give it to her.'…."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was struck speechless. I most certainly could imagine those words coming out of Rose's mouth; I'd heard them almost verbatim myself over the last few weeks. What I couldn't comprehend was her saying them to her husband… about me!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Say something…" he said as he trailed his fingers along my jaw. As my eyes danced around his face, his words… <i>her </i>words echoed through my head… '<i>Go after her… don't take no for an answer… you're just the man…' </i>It was the green light I needed… I didn't say anything, at least not with words… I did, however, let him know <i>exactly</i> what was going through my mind…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I moved forward, covering his body with mine as I attached my mouth to his… He answered me without reservation, and once again, things got out of control rather quickly. Lucky for me… I was well stocked, and the night looked like it was off to a good start.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was hours later that we emerged, ravenous for something other than each other's bodies. I was totally and utterly exhausted and aching in places that had never ached before, but I couldn't keep the smug-assed grin off my face. As I threw meat and veggies into a wok for a quick stir-fry, Edwards's hands never left my hips.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know that I'd be able to do this a lot easier if you'd sit down on the other side of the bench…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mmmm, probably… But I'm rather happy where I am. I'm more than sure that you taste better than what you're cooking up right now too…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh really? I don't know. I make a pretty mean stir-fry."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sure you do, but I know for a fact that <i>nothing </i>will ever taste as good as you… every… single… inch." I didn't stop his hand from reaching around and sliding between my legs. In fact, my traitorous body even helped him by spreading said legs to give him easier access… "Mmm… I think I'm going to have to insist that from now on, you too go commando."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit…." I whispered breathlessly. "Edward… I'm trying to…. Ohhhh…." His probing fingers wiped my brain of any thoughts other than him and what he was doing to me. When I felt him hard between my legs, I pushed back against him. I felt him lower himself before easily sliding inside of me once more… The last few times we'd come together, we did without anything between us. I'd been on the pill since I was fifteen to help with my periods, and once I told him that, he'd told me that he hadn't been with anyone since Rose, nearly a year ago.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His hands came up my front, cupping my breasts in his hands as he trailed his lips up my back. "I can't stop from wanting you. I need to be buried in you all the time. Oh, fuck you feel good."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The burning smell wafting up from our dinner in front of me brought me around enough to take it off the hotplate before going back to enjoying the feel of Edward inside me. "Hang on to something, beautiful…" At least he gave me warning…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I lifted my hands to the stainless steel hood over the cooktop and did what he asked. He gripped my hips and pulled my ass backwards before slamming into me. "ARGH, shit… oh God! Oh right there…" A swivel of his hips was all it took for my knees to buckle and for me to shatter around him once more. I'd honestly lost count of the orgasms I'd had since we walked in my front door. <i>Never </i>had I ever had someone who could do with my body what Edward could do. I'd read about sex sessions like this in cheesy romance novels, but I always thought it was some whimsical fantasy of some sex-starved author in some far off city. I was more than pleased to know that I'd been wrong all this time…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His thrusts became faster, jerkier only moments before he moaned out his release. I smiled at the feeling of him twitching inside of me. "Shit… I'm exhausted, but holy fuck…" He wrapped his arms around me and kissed everywhere that he could reach. "Can I stay?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stiffened slightly at his request, but instantly I knew my answer… "I'd love you to. But we need to eat. Hopefully I can rescue something out of this." I said, nodding to my poor stir-fry.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt the vibrations of his chuckle against him before he slid out of my body. "I'll be right back. Don't move." He moved my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck before I watched him walk briskly out of the kitchen. A pair of my pink satin boxers were hugging his gorgeous ass a little snuggly than they did me, but I wasn't about to complain. True to his word, he was back in a minute or two with a wet wash cloth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Open wide, lover…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You don't have to do that," I said before biting my lip.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want to." He turned me around to face him and he gently nudged my legs apart while holding my gaze with his own. I winced a little as he pressed the warm cloth against me. "Sorry."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not…" I returned his grin and enjoyed the feeling of him cleaning me up. "Now, leave so I can finish this…"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">=x=</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The next morning I woke up slightly overheated. It took only a second to remember why… I smiled like the Cheshire cat and snuggled back further into Edward's embrace. I was also very much aware of the hardness that was currently rather snug between my butt cheeks. My movements must have pulled him out of his sleep as well; I couldn't stop the giggle as his hips pushed against me…</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm gonna start calling you Medusa," he said in a gravelly, sleep-ridden voice.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Medusa… why?" I said, smiling.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Cause you turn me to stone as soon as I look at you… well, at least part of me anyway." He accentuated his statement with yet another gentle thrust.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I made it to work with like, two minutes to spare. Hearing me come in, Rose stuck her head out from her office a minute later… "Good morning Bell…a…. Oh, you look…" She could hardly keep the grin off her face.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Go on… say it," I said as I sat down in my chair.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Freshly fucked! I see Edward found you, or at least I <i>hope </i>it was Edward that found you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I groaned as my face fell flaming into my hands. "Oh don't be embarrassed, Bella. I think you're perfect for each other."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I can't believe you're saying this… he's your…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"My friend, my best childhood friend, and someone who I want to see happy." I could hear that she was now standing beside me so I looked up to her smiling face. "I mean it, Bella. He's a good man, and he deserves a woman who can love him with passion and with her whole heart."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The next few weeks consisted of lunches with laughter and touches and nights of passion and fulfilment that I never knew was possible. It was at one of these lunches that I saw Jasper… with the woman who'd come into the office the day I'd met Edward for the first time. She looked so much happier, healthier too… Jasper looked pretty happy too. When I got back to the office, I asked Rose about it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, yeah… He and Alice have become quite close."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Isn't that a… I don't know; a conflict of interest?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He's not her lawyer – I am… Apparently my brother knew right away that he wouldn't be able to be the lawyer she needed and asked me to take her case. So… how're things?" I smiled at the images her words invoked in my mind. "Oh, that good, huh?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, Rose… <i>that </i>good. I feel so… odd, talking to you about this."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't. I've never seen Edward so happy, even on our wedding day. I think it's great, and personally, I couldn't have picked a better woman for him. There's only one thing I ask…."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of course… name it…."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want to be your matron of honour!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"WHAT!" I choked on my tongue… "Oh God, Rose… Um…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, come on, I know it's only early days, but I know Edward better than anyone else, and I know the sort of man he is. He may look like he's got a bevy of women at his disposal, but he's not like that, and he never has been. I'm not sure, but I'd probably say that I've been his only partner until you came along. He's a one woman man, Bella… and I'd bet my life savings on you being that woman. He's hooked…."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her words thrilled me; I couldn't deny that a big part of me wanted the picture she painted, but I also knew it was too early to start thinking along those lines… right?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Edward turned up at the end of the day with a smile and single red rose, I was no long sure that it was too soon. "What's the occasion?" I asked him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm a single man… didn't Rose tell you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, she didn't," I said as I looked towards her office.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I wanted to leave it up to you…" she called out behind her closed door.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come on, I've got something planned."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No." I pouted… "Nope, not even that face will make me divulge… Come on, woman, I want to sweep you off your feet."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I walked up to him, taking the rose he offered and then snuggled into his embrace. "You already have, Edward."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nah… you've seen nothin' yet, beautiful."</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-40524334278292624132012-08-04T18:29:00.000-07:002012-08-31T18:29:36.258-07:00Higher Education<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">High school teacher Bella feels stuck in a dead end job and in life, when school starts again for another year. New student Edward just might change her feelings about her job and possibly her life. </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance Word Count: 8,664 Pairing: E/B</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></b></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good morning, everyone. Welcome back! How was everyone's summer vacation?" <i>Yes, saying this over and over throughout the day hasn't gotten old at all.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's the first day back at Forks High, where I am and have been the senior AP English teacher for the past four years. Every year starts the same way. I find my classes full of uninterested students counting down their remaining days until graduation, the event they believe will mark the beginning of their freedom. I remember being one of these students and feeling the same things. I couldn't wait to get the hell out of this same sleepy little town and start my life. It's amazing how things change.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wanted out of this town! I was heading to college and starting my life. Now here I am, almost ten years later, still waiting to start my life, right back in the same damn town I was so desperate to escape. Never in my worst nightmare did I ever end up here, back in Forks.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wanted to see the world. I would start the adventure in New York and move on<br />
from there. I would be editor of a large publishing house, live in Manhattan, shop on 5th Avenue, and drink way too many Cosmos <i>a la Sex and the City.</i> Unfortunately, Carrie Bradshaw I am not.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My New York ended up being the University of Washington, or UDUB as it is so affectionately called. My compromised, scaled back plan was to get my degree and <i>then</i> move myself to New York. Unfortunately, you know what they say about the best made plans. Mine turned to shit my sophmore year of college …. That's when I met Riley.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not being the type to "toga" or anything, I was physically coerced into attending a frat-house party by one devilish Rosalie Hale. After practically dragging me away from my desk, she proclaimed, "Your vagina is going to grow together if you don't get out of this dorm and get yourself laid! Now what kind of best friend would I be if I allowed that to happen?" So, that is how I ended up at the giant house party celebrating the end of finals with hundreds of my closest, inebriated friends.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Having been best friends with Rosalie since freshman year, it didn't surprise me at all when I was abandoned shortly after arriving. Seeing that the very next week the campus became a ghost town because of the holiday break, it was only appropriate that Rosalie send her boyfriend Royce, the President of Sigma Phi Epsilon, off with a little something-something to remember during their separation.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not wanting to trek across campus to the dorms alone, I opted for a beverage and waited out her return. As I was leaning up against a wall people watching, I was approached by a really attractive guy. He was taller than me, and boy, was he built! Seriously, it was like looking at a wall of pure muscle with piercing blue eyes. So sexy!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As he began striking up a conversation, I remember deciding that he must have either lost a bet or he was wearing Beer Goggles, because there was no way he had willingly, on purpose singled me out and was actually meaning to try and talk to me. After introducing himself, he smoothly convinced me that once he saw me walk through the door, he had lost all self-control and had no other choice than to come and see if my voice was a beautiful as my face. Yeah, cheesy to say the least, but hey, he made it work. We ended up hanging out the rest of the night and before parting ways, we exchanged numbers. After the break, when classes resumed, he called and we started hanging out frequently. I fell for him. I fell hard and fast!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't have much experience with the opposite sex. I'd had a boyfriend in high school, but he was more like a boy<i>friend</i> whom I'd kissed when the mood struck and <i>may</i> have fumbled around with a few times in the backseat of his parents' car, fully clothed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Riley was on a whole other level. He made me feel things and want to do things that I had only read about. Over the next two years, we made up for my lack of experience, and I was happy and content. But, one day everything changed when I walked in on him and some slut-ass sorority chick going at it in his room. To say I was devastated would be an understatement, and consequentially, I proceeded to spend the remainder of my senior year stuck in a daze. I went to class, studied, and stayed in my dorm. As always, Rosalie was by my side and tried to help me out of my funk, but I couldn't shake it. He had destroyed my innocence, and I didn't know how to get past it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Right on time and according to my <i>revised</i> plan, I graduated with honors, but New York just didn't possess the intrigue it once had. I had lost myself, and the plans for an exciting adventure required more energy than I could muster. Feeling defeated and thoroughly exhausted, I dragged ass back to Forks to hide, initially moving back in with my parents but eventually upgrading to a rented out apartment above a local dance hall.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My parents were worried and wanted to help. Being a nurse at the local hospital afforded my mother a front row seat to the knowledge of how everyone in town was feeling and whether or not there were any openings around town as a result of any illness. In her true helping fashion, she came home one night telling me how Mrs. Clarke, my high school English teacher, had been admitted into the hospital with a heart attack and there would be no way she would return to school anytime soon, if at all. I knew where she was heading with this conversation, and the following day, with my English degree in hand, I found myself back in the place I'd hoped never to return - applying for a position I didn't want. As a seal to my fate, I met with Principal Banner, and he hired me on the spot.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, here I am, four years later, standing in front of a bunch of kids that have more dreams and ambition than me! I'm still living in a daze, waiting for my life to begin, when I realize my dreams have evaporated right before my eyes. Where are the cosmos I crave, or the $800 Manolos I had planned to wear on my first day as an editor? How have I let myself fall this far? Have I really let the adventure die before it has even begun? Suddenly I understand the term "Fuck My Life."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After zoning out for what I can only assume is several minutes, I am startled out of my head cloud when the door opens and in walks, undoubtedly, the hottest guy I have ever laid my eyes on. He is tall, over six feet at least, and has bright, shiny emerald eyes, pouty-kissy-suckable lips and a mess of unruly, auburn-colored hair. Seriously, his hair looks like he has just been fucked six ways to Sunday. Jesus, I think the room – or at least where I am standing in it – heatsup at least ten degrees by his presence.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As he stalks toward me, our eyes are locked on each other and I feel as if he is able to look into the very depths of my soul. In this moment, I know I have no defense against this god-like creature. The closer he gets, the more my heartbeat increases and my entire body yearns to be wrapped in his strong, muscular arms. For one quick second, I glance away and notice that I have lost control of the classroom. Thankfully the students are too wound up talking to each other and seem oblivious to the scene that is playing out in front of them. As if being sucked into the vortex, I fine my eyes focused back on him, and from the sexy smirk that now covers his gorgeous face, I realize I am in more trouble than I had originally thought. I take a tiny bit of comfort in the thought that it appears he too has been rattled to the core by our meeting.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry I'm late. Um…..I'm new here. I got lost." As he speaks, his head dips down and brings my attention to the paper he has in his hands. Coming to a halt right in front of me, he hands me his attendance sheet that I have to sign. God, he is gorgeous when he walks toward me, but now that he is close enough, I can physically feel the heat rolling off his body, and I am paralyzed. I am literally mesmerized by his presence. Reaching up, I tentatively take the paper from him, our hands gently grazing each other in the process. Unexpectedly, a jolt of electricity runs through his hand to mine and straight to my pussy, almost igniting my panties. A gasp catches in my throat and I quickly inhale, which brings his eyes back toward my face where they land on my lips. Quickly pulling my hand back, I miraculously find my voice. Barely above a whisper, I mutter, "It's …. It's okay. We haven't started yet- please take a seat."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As if the universe is conspiring against me, the only seat left was smack dab front and center, and the way his body moves when he bends down to remove his backpack and then take his seat is almost sinful. His long, lean legs would feel heavenly intertwined with mine. His broad, muscular back would feel divine when he held me tight and kissed me, effectively making my knees buckle as I imagine he could. Yeah, I am in trouble….deep, deep, deep trouble.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Knowing there is no way I will make it through the school year if I allow these thoughts to invade my mind, I turn my back to the classroom, gather my wits, and make a flimsy promise to never allow myself to indulge in those fantasies again. As I turn back to the class, his beautiful face is the headlight, and I am the blinded deer. The fantasies are back in full force! Somehow I manage to muddle through the next 55 minutes without saying "fuck it" and molesting him in front of the entire class. The ringing of the bell signifying the end of my torture is music to my ears. As everyone scatters, I reach across my desk to retrieve the attendance sheet to sign and turn around to find him once again standing directly behind me. This time, he is even closer than before, and the smirk on his face tells me that he is all too aware of the internal battle that has been raging inside of me since the moment he invaded my life.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Turning back around to face my desk, I pick up my pen and go about the business of signing his attendance sheet as required, first and foremost seeking out the name of this man that would in all likelihood occupy my dreams this evening. Edward Cullen ….. Edward Anthony Cullen. Even his name wields power over me. Edward Cullen, able to make me lose all self control and if not careful, give in to the most powerful urge I had ever had in my life … the urge to give myself completely to him to any extent he would take.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mr. Cullen, here is your attendance sheet-don't forget to take it with you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He is the last person left in the room. I hold out the sheet for him to take. He takes it from me, and it is no accident that he wraps his long fingers around the bottom half of mine. I am frozen in place, unable to catch my breath. Again, the jolt of electricity flows between us and leaves my entire body tingling and on high alert with the highest concentration of heat landing squarely in the area of my lady bits. The air gets thicker, and I can feel a strange sense of excitement in the room. Quietly he starts moving backwards toward his desk, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches down and collects his pack. His eyes darken, and it's almost as if I have become prey and him predator. My panties have never been more ruined. I move to the far side of my desk and thankfully, it provides a buffer, but still it is not far enough away to stifle the current flowing between us. I have never felt quite like this before. Excited, nervous energy floats throughout my body and flutters around in my stomach, almost to the point of making me queasy. He has a look on his face that is almost feral, like I am something to eat. Strangely enough, I like it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We stand just staring at each other with no words spoken for a good few minutes before I drop my eyes away from his.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want to apologize again for being late. I promise it won't happen again."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's okay. It's your first day at a new school. It's to be expected." And in an attempt to lighten the mood, I follow up with, "I won't hold it against you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly there is a twinkle in his beautiful green eyes than cannot be mistaken. A look of mischief, accompanied by the sexiest, "come hither" smile that I have ever seen, and he begins to head to the door. I drop my head and begin slow, deep, cleansing breaths in an attempt to clear my head, but it is to no avail. Just as I am starting to relax my stance, I hear his sexy voice. "I would love to hold it against you…" I jerk my head up just in time to see him stopped right in the doorway looking back over his shoulder at me … and he winked! <i>He fucking winked at me!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh, I am so out of my league that I might not even be in the same ballpark. This guy might be my junior in age, but I am positive there are all sorts of things he could teach me, and I sincerely hope he is willing to see me all the way through to my Masters. I am in so much trouble, but for the moment I allow myself to get lost in my fantasies that are Edward Cullen. Tonight, I will clear my head and find my resolve, but right now, I am too far gone. Mr. Cullen, my personal panty slayer, will occupy my thoughts the rest of the day. And again, I am aware that I am in big-time trouble.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As the following days pass, I find that I am enjoying my job much more than in years past. This, of course, has nothing to do with Edward Cullen- nothing at all. He keeps his front row seat, and everything I felt on that first day is still there, only it has grown and taken a life of its own. I feel it whenever he is near, a powerful jolt sensation, the same static electric shock I felt the day our hands first touched. And, the feeling grows exponentially when his eyes devour me. The emerald windows, which grant my access to his soul, confirm he is enjoying the same sensation.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He is acclimating well and has quickly risen to be one of the most popular boys at school. There are always girls around hanging on his every word and move. As I make my way through the halls, I hear whispers of who has "hooked up" with him, and who is hopeful they will be the next. Stupid, slutty teenage girls. Yes, I'll admit I have dreamed of causing bodily harm to a few of them, and in the back of my mind, I curse and wish he were just a few years older. Hell, if I'm wishing for things, why can't I be a few years younger, and not his teacher?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yes, I am all too aware I'm not allowed to touch, but when he is in front of me day after day exuding the pure ecstasy that is Edward Cullen, I am simply too weak to stop the barrage of thoughts, the fuck-hot fantasies that are on never-ending repeat in my head. And fantasize, I do just that- almost nightly. I think about his long, nimble fingers, a wicked smirk placed on succulent lips I want to taste. I lay in bed at night and imagine him taking me from behind on my desk. I wonder if the electric current would travel through his cock into my pussy? I imagine what his face looks like when he comes down my throat as I swallow around his cock. I picture what his beautiful face would look like covered in my juices, as I look down at him between my thighs. This nightly ritual usually leaves me in a wet, panting mess alone in my bed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I know it, Christmas-time rolls around again, and I am reminded of all the reasons I hate this time of year. Not only do I remember what Riley did to me, but I'm constantly running into old friends who are either blissfully experiencing new love or have graduated from puppy-love into settled, married couples embracing the holidays and all the hope that the New Year will bring. Quite honestly, it makes me want to gag.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yes, I'm a little bitter. Having given up trying to convince myself that the animalistic attraction I have to one Mr. Edward Cullen is something I can control, I have given myself over to my demons. Bitter because the yearning desire for his touch, for his lips consume my thoughts every waking moment, and because our situation is impossible.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once again, Mother seems to know best. After having a front row seat to the miserable life of Bella Swan all during my dismal college years, she now witnesses firsthand the "everyday stress" I am under as English Teacher extraordinaire. Knowing my weaknesses so well, she has no problem guilting me out of my yoga pants and off of the couch only to be turned into her "plus one" for her Christmas party at the hospital. Since dear old Dad, the Police Chief here in Forks, will be working overtime to keep the good citizens of this town safe, she thought it only logical that I would want to accompany her and meet a few of her co-workers. What is really taking place is she wants to parade me around in front of Forks' finest single doctors, trying to play matchmaker with me and some poor unsuspecting do-gooder who will most likely be exhausted from working an entire shift prior to attending this function and is dreaming the entire night of nothing more than a warm cozy bed and a good night's sleep. Well, I apologize in advance, Dr. Sucker, my mother has her eye on you, regardless of your age, your sexual preference, or your religion. Awesome! And, I can hardly wait to be subjected to the leers from Dr. Hunter, my childhood pediatrician-turned-ER doctor and Dr. Sutherland, the very female doctor who keeps telling me that I need to embrace my inner lesbian. After tonight, that might not be such a bad idea!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of course, my mother insists that I dress up, and even goes so far as to buy me a dress for the occasion. It's a red-sequined, one-shouldered dress that ends mid-thigh. She has also purchased some strappy little silver shoes to go with. I am sure that they are heels, since she always complains about my flats. While I'm not even remotely looking forward to this party, it is free food and alcohol, so I'm not complaining too much. Maybe tonight I can drink enough to go to sleep without having to endure the torturous dreams of Edward Cullen. But when I realize that thought leaves me lonely and sad, I decide I will monitor my drinking ... to an extent. I have grown quite fond of my nightly visits and the wonderful pleasures I indulge in during those dreams.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My mom picks me up and we head out to the party at the Holiday Inn. Perfect for drinking and not driving, so bring on the liquor! The place is so packed that I think the whole town is in attendance. Mom immediately finds a coworker to talk to, and I find my way to the bar. After I've been sitting there for a while, my mom finds me and tells me she wants to introduce me to the new doctor at Forks General. I've heard her mention him in passing before, how handsome he is, and how he has all the nurses in a tizzy. She brings me over to a man who has his back to me, standing beside a stunning woman who is probably my mom's age, possibly younger. Her hair is perfectly coiffed atop her head. Its all caramel and honey held together with a sparkly diamond clasp. This lady is class personified. Mom taps the man on the shoulder, and when he turns, I instantly know this is Edward's father. The resemblance is uncanny<i>. Holy shit, if this is what Edward is going to look like in 25 years….. </i>My mother does the introductions to Dr. and Mrs. Cullen, not that I need them.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please, it's Carlisle and Esme," he says.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm Bella, it's nice to meet you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My mom interjects, letting the Cullens know that I am an English teacher at the high school. <i>Yup, that's me, the shameless hussy who gets off to thoughts of your underage son, her student!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Really? Our son is a senior there. What grade do you teach? Maybe he is in one of your classes?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I teach senior English, and I'm pretty sure he is. His name is Edward, right?" My face blushes brighter than the sun, and I can only hope these people attribute it to the copious amount of alcohol I have consumed as well as the body heat emanating from the amount of people in attendance tonight.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, that's right! Edward is actually around here somewhere. He has been helping out at the hospital after school. His father is hoping he will follow in his footsteps," Esme states as Carlisle is craning his neck around, searching for Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"There he is. Edward! Edward!" Carlisle shouts, waving his hand in the air and trying to attract Edward's attention.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, that's all right. I'm sure he would like to enjoy the party without a teacher interrupting." <i>Please, God, let me get the hell out of here, and I will try to not think inappropriate things about my students!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I can make my escape, Edward makes his way over to us.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ms. Swan, Merry Christmas! It is very nice to see you. So to what do I owe this pleasure?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"My mother is a nurse at the hospital, and my father is working tonight so she needed a date, and voila-here I am." <i>Kill me now, please.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My mom has flitted off to mingle and Carlisle and Esme are now speaking with another couple, so it's just myself and Edward. I take a moment to take in what he is wearing. I thought he looked hot in jeans and a t-shirt. He is wearing a dark black suit, with a green tie to bring out those sexy eyes. He is watching me check him out and does that half smile, where the left side of his mouth picks up just a little higher than the right. He is so beautiful it almost hurts to look at him. I decide that it is probably best that I make my getaway now, before I slip and fall from the drool that must be dripping from my mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, Edward, it was good seeing you. I think I'm going to head out."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please don't leave yet. This thing is so boring, and I have no one to talk to."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And I'm a sucker as well as a glutton for punishment apparently, since I agree to stay.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, but just a little while. I really need to be getting home soon."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We sit at the bar, and I order myself another drink while Edward gets a soda. We talk about what he has been doing while on vacation, where he wants to go to school, and what he wants to study. He seems more put together than any teenager that I have ever spoken to before. He has these plans that he is putting into motion, and his confidence in himself is just really attractive. <i>As if I needed another quality.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He is really easy to talk with, and I lose myself in our conversation. We move on to music and movies, in which we have a lot of the same tastes. I find myself wishing now more than ever that we were closer in age and had met under different circumstances. I know that I need to get away from him before the lines blur any more that they already have.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I put my hands on the bar to get out of my seat when I feel his finger lightly trailing down my wrist to the back of my hand. I freeze in place and snap my head up to meet his gaze. His eyes are hooded, dark, and lustful, something I am sure that he can see mirrored in mine. My arm breaks out in goose bumps and my breath catches in my throat.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come home with me. My parents have a room here for the night. Please…come with me"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't do this. No matter how many times I have gotten off to a fantasy that starts just like this. I can't risk my job, or fuck, even jail time! I can't be someone's prison bitch!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, Edward, I…I have to go."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I take off, searching desperately for my mom. I have to find her, and then we have to get fuck out of here and away from this whole fucked up situation. There she is!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"MOM!" I shout at her. She is dancing with some of the other nurses.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you ready to go yet?" <i>Please say yes!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, its barely 11! Of course I'm not ready to go! What is the matter with you!?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just then, Edward makes his way behind me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, if you are ready to leave, I can drop you off. I was on my way out anyway" <i>MOTHERFUCKER!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turn to give him my "are you fucking kidding me-what the fuck are you doing?" look, when my mother chimes in, "Thank you, Edward. She is such an old lady sometimes! What a party pooper! I would appreciate you giving her a ride home so I don't have to have her stare me down for the next hour until I cave and take her home."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But Mom, I don't…"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nope, I'm sorry, Bella, but I am having a great time. You go ahead home, and I will talk to you tomorrow. I love you, baby."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm screwed… so, so screwed. I turn to face Edward, and he is grinning like the Cheshire Cat.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I walk with him out to the parking lot, allowing a wide berth of space between the two of us. He walks us over to a silver Volvo and opens the passenger door for me. Once I am inside, he shuts it and quickly makes his way to the driver side. As we exit the Holiday Inn, I start giving him directions to my apartment. He doesn't respond with anything, so I stay silent, until I notice that he has missed the first turn I told him to watch for.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, you were supposed to turn back there. What are you doing?" He turns and looks at me and smirks.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm taking you home…just not to your home"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We can't do this. I can't do this. You are my student, and I am your teacher. I could lose my job-I could go to jail!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He doesn't respond- he just keeps driving. Soon, we pull up to probably one of the biggest houses in all of Forks. He clicks the button on the garage door opener and pulls the car in.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I want you. So much. I have thought of nothing but you since I walked into your classroom that first day. I know you feel it too. I see it in your eyes. The way your body responds to my touch? That tells me you want me just as much I as want you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I exhale and start to respond when he grabs my face and pulls his lips to mine. I feel like I am being shocked. The jolts I've felt in passing before are nothing like the pleasure-inducing sensations rolling through me now. My face is on fire from his touch, and it's blazing out of control over the rest of my skin. He opens his mouth and his tongue slides out and traces the inside of my lips, waiting for me to give in. My brain is at war with my body. I know this is bad, wrong even, but it feels so good. How can something that feels this good ever be wrong?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The chemistry we have between us can't be wrong. I am so done fighting it. I have had too much to drink, which has lowered my inhibitions, but more than that, Edward has his hands on me and his tongue on me. I never stood a chance. I open my mouth, and he slides his tongue in. He lets out the sexiest groan I have ever heard. He angles his head to the side, to have better access to my mouth, to explore deeper. <i>My God , can he kiss!</i> I break away to catch my breath, and he moves down my face to just below my ear, leaving open mouth kisses in his wake. I am full on panting at this point, when he whispers into my ear, "Come in with me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turn to open my door, and he practically jumps out of the car and runs around to my side before I can even get out. He takes my hand and pulls me behind him. We make our way through the darkened house. I am in a lust-filled daze and it's almost like I am floating. He takes me up two flights of stairs and stops outside of a door at the end of a hallway. He pulls me to him and opens the door for me to walk through. Once inside, he quickly shuts the door, and I find myself pinned up against it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stands in front of me with both hands flat against the door, next to my head. He leans into me and kisses my neck. He brushes his lips back and forth on the side, below my ear and whispers, "Do you know how often I have thought about this?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He lifts his head to bring his eyes to meet mine. The moon is shining through the windows in the room, making his eyes look like they are black fire. Liquid pools of lust swimming in sex, they have hypnotized me like a snake charmer.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you know how many times I have taken my cock into my hand and stroked myself off to thoughts of you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He leans his hips into mine, pressing his hardened length into me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please let me be inside you, Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I can respond, his lips are on mine. They are moving at a frantic pace. His hands come to my face and then tangle in my hair. He takes one hand and moves it down my back to the zipper of my dress. He slides the zipper down, then slides the dress off my shoulder and lets it fall to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing but a black thong. Stepping back, he looks me over from head to toe.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You are so beautiful. My imagination didn't do you justice."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He steps toward me again and takes my breast into his hand. His fingers find my nipple and they begin to pull and pinch. My pussy soaks my thong, and I close my eyes and savor the feelings he is bringing to me. His other hand finds my remaining breast and he repeats the process on it. He leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth and rubs the back of his fingers over the other.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Does that feel good?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, so good."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Have you ever thought about me?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, I think about you all the time."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you think about me the way I think about you?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes meet his. "Of course I have."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Did you touch yourself while you thought about me?" If he keeps this up, he is going to incinerate my thong.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pulls me toward him by my hips. His thumbs tuck into the sides of my thong, and he slides it down my legs. When he stands back up, I bring my hands to his tie and loosen it enough for him to slip over his head. I then start to unbutton his shirt and pull it from his pants. I slide it from his sculpted shoulders and pull it off him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I take time to appreciate his sexy ass body. He is in impeccable shape; firm pecs and washboard abs, a light dusting of hair on his chest, and a thick trail leading to covered treasures below his pants. I unfasten and let them fall to the floor. He steps out of them and then falls to his knees in front of me. His hands are on my hips as he kisses my stomach, making his way down over my mound to my lower lips.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Look at me, Bella. I want you to watch me taste you."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He uses his hands to part my legs a little. He flicks his tongue out and licks up my slit. I moan out loud once I feel his tongue on that part of my body. He delves further between my lips and laps at the moisture dripping out of my hole. I can feel the muscles tensing in my body, getting ready to explode. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him to me, while I grind my hips on his face. <i>Apparently, my modesty has flown out the window.</i> His hands find my ass and he squeezes while he moans into me. His tongue finds my clit, and with one flick over it, I'm coming.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, I'm…..I'm, Oh God!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's it, baby, cum on my face… give it to me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His words send me spiraling again. The sensations dig into my brain, begging him for more. He stands and picks me up to carry me to his bed. After putting me down, he takes off his boxer briefs. His cock is long and thick, and he is leaking from the tip. I can't wait to feel it inside me. I scoot myself up to the head of the bed and lay down on his pillows. His scent swirls around me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"God, Bella, when you look at me like that, it makes me so hard."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He takes his cock into his hand and strokes up and down it a few times. <i>I think I might have just come from watching that. Jesus. </i>Our eyes meet as he kneels on the bed and begins to crawl toward me. The look on his face reminds me of the first day we met-hunter stalking prey. He makes his way between my parted legs and pushes them open to look at my pussy.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You are dripping for me," he says as he sinks two fingers into me and begins to fuck me with them. He curls his fingers inside and twists. I can feel my orgasm building again already. He pulls his fingers out and spreads the wetness along the head of his cock. He then takes his cock and rubs it between my folds and against my clit, teasing me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you ready for my cock?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please, Edward."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At that, he slowly slides into me, watching my face the entire time. I am stretching to accommodate his length. Once he is all the way inside of me, he stills and asks if I am okay. I nod, and he begins to thrust. His cock is hitting the perfect spot inside of me, and it feels wonderful. I never want this feeling to end.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Right there, right there….Ohhhhh!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's it? Right there, baby? Is that where you like it?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't answer him because I can't form a complete sentence. My orgasm is fast approaching, and he keeps hitting that spot over and over. I am breathing heavy, my pants and grunts he must be able to decipher because he keeps going.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come for me, Bella. I want to feel you come on my cock."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He begins to thrust harder, faster, and I am pushed past my breaking point. I am falling fast, my pussy pulsating around him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I can feel you baby! Fuck!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He starts thrusting erratically before his body stills above me and he spills thick streams of come inside me. He collapses on top of me, and I relish the feel of his body on mine, skin to skin. He tries to move off of me, and I keep him in place.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please don't move. I like the feeling of you against me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He lays back down with his head on my breasts. I start moving my fingers through his hair. We are both quiet, listening to the other's heart race. I know right now that my life has been changed in the blink of an eye, yet again. What am I going to do now? I could go to jail for what has just taken place, but right now, and I can't find it in myself to care. I'll think about it tomorrow.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward…..I…."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, please don't. Not right now, don't ruin this. Tonight was perfect. You are perfect. I know that the circumstances aren't ideal, but we can work this out. I'm graduating soon, and we can go anywhere. I've already been accepted to a few different schools, all in different states. I will go wherever you want, just as long as you come too."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, I…..I just, I don't know. I know that I have a lot of thinking to do, but right now, I just want you to make me forget about everything."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With that, he slides himself back inside me and makes me scream his name a few more times.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wake up the next morning feeling deliciously sore in all the right places, and have Edward wrapped around me, holding my breast in his hand. It feels like we have slept this way for years. I quickly realize that I need to get out of here and fast. I have no idea when his parents will be home. Somehow I don't think they would take too kindly to my having sexed their son, my student, up in their home.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slip out from under Edward's arm and get dressed in the previous night's attire. <i>I really thought the walk of shame was just a college thing. </i>I walk myself home and am eternally grateful that Forks is a small town, because otherwise the walk would have been much worse!</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I take the next few days to think through my options. I know that I can't continue teaching at Forks High. I just have to get through these last few months, and then I can find something else before the beginning of the next school year. What else is there around here? Do I want to stay in Forks? Where else would I go? <i>Hmmm…Edward did say that he was accepted to five out of state schools….</i>No! That's not even option…..<i>is it?</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I've already slept with him-that's the worst part, right? No one has to know, we both would just leave Forks, and perhaps we would end up in the same city? No one there would have to know that he used to be my student, or what we did. I could find a teaching job there, or maybe I could actually make my dreams come true and become an editor? Maybe I could do all this while still sexing Edward up at the same time?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Christmas break wasn't long enough, and I hadn't seen or heard from Edward since I snuck out of his room the morning after…"the incident." School was starting back, and I didn't know how things would be between us.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first Monday back after the break, I was exhausted from not sleeping the night before. I kept having dreams of being with Edward again, except this time, his parents walked in on us and then the police showed up and took me to jail, naked.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was dreading seeing Edward in class. I was scared that everyone would be able to see something between us. That they would be able to feel the electricity we give off.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The time came and in he strolled to the room, without a care in the world. He sat in his usual seat, took out his book and waited for the rest of his peers to do the same. I decided that we would work on some poetry worksheets that required no input from me. Perfect-no interaction between myself and the students, unless one might have a question.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He got started on his worksheet, and after a few minutes his hand was raised. <i>Shit.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, Edward?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I have a question about number three. Could you help me?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure, bring the worksheet up."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stood and walked up to my desk. Taking the paper and turning it to where it was right side up for me, he slid it down for me to read.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Here is my number. I want to speak with you after school today. Do NOT try to get out of it. I know where you live, and I WILL show up if I don't hear from you by 5:00."</i> it read.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It looks like you have it correct," I said.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good, I just wanted you to confirm that I was right."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With that, he turned around and sat back in his seat. He didn't look at me the rest of class and didn't linger when it was over. I was excited and nauseous all at the same time. I didn't know what he wanted to talk about. It's not like we could date or anything, and I still hadn't decided about his offer for after graduation. Why would he want to go away with me? I am almost ten years older, and he needs to experience college life.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I finally decided to just bite the bullet and called him at 4:30. He picked up after one ring.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why would you just leave and not say anything?!" <i>Wow, he was pissed!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I didn't want your parents to come home and find my there." <i>Weak excuse, I know, but I was scared! I ran like hell!</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I would have driven you home. You ran, plain and simple." <i>Jesus, is he a freaking mind reader or what?</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, I ran. I don't know what to do here, Edward. I've never done anything like this before, and I am scared shitless because of the repercussions that my actions could cause! You make me feel more than I ever thought possible, and that thought alone terrifies me. I know that I don't want to end up in Forks, but it's not fair to you for me to follow you to school either. You are eighteen and are supposed to enjoy college. Join a frat, get drunk, have lots of sex with different girls."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I may be eighteen, but none of those things you just said sound appealing to me in the least. Except having lots of sex, only I don't want different girls. I only want one woman. I have been with other girls before, and after you, I know that there is no one else I want to be with. You wouldn't be following me. I would be going <i>with</i> you. Us going <i>together</i>. If you don't want me, then I will accept that, but not because you think that it's not fair to me. I have been accepted to NYU, Northwestern, Duke, UF, and Dartmouth. Those are the ones that have already sent back acceptance letters. I sent out a couple of more applications, but honestly, I don't care where I go so long as you are coming too."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We ended the call a few moments after that. I didn't know what to do. I was really torn. New York sounded so good. It was all I had ever wanted. I just didn't know what Edward wanted from me exactly. I didn't know what I was capable of offering, if anything at all.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I spent the rest of the evening thinking about what I wanted for myself, and what would be best for me and best for Edward. My head told me that this was stupid, and all I was doing was leading myself to heartbreak all over again. Following Edward anywhere could possibly break me even further, and I didn't know if I could put myself back together this time. I feel things with Edward that I never felt with Riley. Letting him in, and taking a chance only to get somewhere and have him leave me for someone else or even worse, realize that I'm not worth it? I just didn't know if I could risk it. My heart was already so fragile.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I must have fallen asleep at some point because I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing. I didn't look at the screen to see who was calling. I just picked it up in my half awake state.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hello?"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm outside, can you come to the door?" <i>Edward.</i></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I walked to the front door and opened it, letting Edward inside.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What are you doing here? It's after midnight!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I couldn't just leave things the way they were. I want you to know that no matter what, I choose you. I know you don't want to stay in Forks. Tell me that you will come with me."</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At that, he lunges and his lips land on mine. We are frantic, more so than the first time. Clothes are pulled at and ripped in our haste to remove anything standing in our way. Once we are both naked, he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to my room and lays us down on the bed.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In one quick motion, he is between my legs and his cock is entering me. He slides in and all movement ceases. <i>Home. </i>Right here is where he belongs. Our eyes meet, and he begins thrusting. This man, the things he does to me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He is hovering over me, maintaining eye contact, making long, slow strokes. He is telling me with his body that he isn't going anywhere. He isn't taking no for an answer, and he is in this with me. It's almost too much for me to take, too intense. I close my eyes and feel myself approaching my climax.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, look at me. Open your eyes." I do as he asks. He kisses me, then leans back to sit on his haunches. He pulls me to him and angles my hips upward, to be able to thrust deeper. I lock my legs behind his back and meet him thrust for thrust.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please, baby, I need to feel you." He takes my hips in his hands and grinds his pelvis against my clit at the end of every stroke. Seeing his length enter and leave me as well as feeling him grinding my clit throws me over the edge.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward….fuck…I'm…Oh God, I'm coming!"</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He squeezes me in his hands, pulling me to him in each thrust, harder and faster than before. My climax is pulling his from him.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So fucking good… fuck, fuck, fuck," he calls out, emptying himself into me.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He begins to pull himself out of me and gently lays my hips down on the bed and then lays down beside me. Both of us are a sweaty, panting mess.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We lay there catching our breath for a few minutes, and I realize that I have felt more alive in the past five months since meeting him than I have in the past four years. He is worth trying for. I know that there is the chance that I may end up heartbroken, but that chance is always going to be present. This thing that we have between us feels too right and good to not try for. This beautiful man wants me, and may God have mercy on me, I want him too, so much.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, I'll do it. I'll come with you." With my words, Edward jumps me again, and we celebrate by having a marathon sex session.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Over the next four months, we meet at my apartment, usually on the weekends, but sometimes he sneaks out of his house during the week and back in before his parents wake up in the mornings. Class is somewhat stressful, because it must be written all over my face how crazy I am about him. He doesn't make it any easier when he texts me dirty things during the day.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Somehow we make it through to graduation, and I say a silent "Thank You" to God for not letting us get caught before he graduated. Everyone knows that he is leaving for NYU, and that I am leaving for New York as well. No one has any idea about the two of us, though. He is the only one from his graduating class traveling that far away for school.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My parents are sad to see me go, but happy for me to be following my dreams. They are dropping me off at the airport, where I will be meeting Edward at the gate for our flight to New York. He has an apartment that his parents have bought for him in the city, and I will be staying with him until I find a job, and then I plan on getting a place of my own. Unless I give into Edward, and decide to keep live with him, for good. I don't think that it's such a good idea, but he says its just a matter of time. He knows we are meant to be, and we might as well save ourselves some time and just live together.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I say a long, drawn out goodbye to my parents and promise to call as soon as I land. I make my way through security and find myself getting damn near giddy as I walk to the gate. Once there, I see Edward right away. I break into a run and jump into his arms. He catches me and we stand there looking like a cliché chick flick, kissing each other's faces off. I don't really care at this point. He is mine, and I am his. Finally, my dreams are coming true, and I have the sexiest man by my side, the whole way. So what if he was my student? Its kinda hot, if you think about it…..</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span><br />
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</div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-9056953970254150372012-08-03T18:25:00.001-07:002012-08-31T18:26:47.403-07:00Not a Little Girl<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward spends Saturday nights playing poker with the bachelors of Forks. He has the utmost respect for his new friend Charlie, but when Charlie's little girl comes home for the summer, it turns out she's not a little girl at all.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance Word Count: 7,347 Pairing: Edward/Bella</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not a Little Girl</span></b></div><div style="line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></b></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I swear I drank less in college than I do at these weekly meet-ups.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The tiny town of Forks has been my home for the last six months since I took on the project of building my mom a restaurant in her hometown. I always thought it was her dream to come back and rub her success in the face of the people she grew up with, but I get it now. This town has such charm and closeness that you can't help but to accept even the people you don't like.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Felix folds and it's between Billy and Charlie who has the winning hand. Charlie's full house beats out Billy's three of a kind. It's for the best that the Chief usually wins.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then we're on to casseroles and cobbler before another hand is dealt. My dad told me before I came out here, "If you want to have a good time in that town, you go tell Chief Swan I sent you out there."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I met the chief and I was instantly included in the Saturday bachelors' nights. All the men bring whatever dishes the single ladies in town prepared for them. It's a pissing contest to see who made what for whom. I get casseroles and pies from all the same women they do, but I only bring over what I get from Kate. They're jealous because she's never made anything for them, but it works, since I'm not competing for the same affections that they are.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not that I want Kate's affection, but I don't mind these guys believing that I do. Although, I don't know if Kate is interested in me; I just assumed she felt bad for all those nights she saw me eating alone in the diner.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That Kate makes the best peach cobbler I've ever had," Peter says over his second helping.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You stickin' it to that girl yet?" Felix asks and everyone laughs when I hang my head, embarrassed. They can think what they want. I won't confirm or deny anything. I've never been one to sleep around. I've had a few drunken one-night slip-ups, but every time I say never again. I guess I'm not sexually driven enough to pursue any woman in this town. Relationships should fall into place on their own, but maybe that's why I'm twenty-seven and still single.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Kate's a nice lady who is a little older than me and a little younger than these guys. I mow her lawn sometimes because I don't know how else to repay her for the food. Never once has she invited me in. Maybe I'm naïve, but I see it as a sign that we are on the same page.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Charlie pats me on the back and says, "She's a good woman, and you're a good man for not speakin' about it."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pours a round of scotch and for hours it's poker, beer, and rounds of scotch. It's talk of who is screwing who and who would make a good wife. It's agreed by all of them that they'll need a few years before settling down. Which is funny because besides Peter, all these men have been married and divorced. They've already been living as bachelors for years.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Another round of scotch, even though I can't stand the stuff. But I'm not a wimp, so I drink it down.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What are we going to do when your Bella gets home?" Billy asks Charlie about his daughter being home for the summer. Poor kid, she must have been completely sheltered growing up with a protective man like Charlie for a father.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He strokes his mustache contemplating. "I guess we'll have to skip the scotch and keep the conversation about sports and fishin'."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I've drunk way too much, but I'm fighting like hell not to let the effects show.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Felix deals another round then asks, "What about that fishin' trip? You taking her with us?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She can stay at my house. Jake and the boys'll take care of her," Billy states and even I know Charlie isn't going to let his precious little girl stay in a house full of guys.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sure they'll take care of her, all right," Felix snickers.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I notice the overhead light flash off the blade before I realize Chief Swan has just pulled out a knife and stabbed the table.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I think Felix would be safer if he ran out and jumped over a cliff.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Felix recovers quickly and says, "Best not be letting that princess stay out there."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Charlie nods and looks to me, and it's almost enough for the alcohol to push out the vomit I've been trying so hard to avoid.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You don't want to go on this trip anyway. You can stay here and make sure my little girl doesn't get into any trouble." It's not a question.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, sir. I can do that." How hard could that be? From what I've heard, she's a good kid. Charlie is so proud of her, as he rightfully should be. If I had a daughter, I'm sure I'd be boasting about her left and right, and I'd be damn sure to keep the up-to-no-good boys away from her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a bright pink room surrounded by stuffed puppy dogs and teddy bears.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My head is throbbing as I sit up in what I assume is Charlie's kid's room.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I know the girl lived here until she left for college last year, but seriously, this is the room of an eight-year-old. I know Charlie still thinks of her as his little princess, but maybe she really never grew up. I stand up and am face-to-face with a shelf full of Barbie dolls.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I go to the zoning hearing for the restaurant location and go over plan after plan with my mother. Most of her wants are impossible, and I'm tempted to take a break from her restaurant and see about making a few connections in Seattle.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Charlie cancels poker night two weeks in a row. His daughter is filling his time with shopping trips and hikes he doesn't want to go on. I have a new respect for him though, even if he's a hard ass. That girl has him wrapped around her finger.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stop in for lunch at the diner and take my usual seat at the end of the counter. Maggie walks over and fills my coffee mug almost immediately before running to the back to grab the phone. It's hard to look at her with all I know about what happens between her and Charlie behind closed doors.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Two seats down a soaking wet, pretty brunette sets down her purse and removes her drenched jacket. She grabs a napkin and wipes rain off her face.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh wow! Did you walk here?" I ask the woman, handing her my napkin as well.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes. I don't know what I was thinking." She laughs and takes the seat beside me rather than the one her jacket's now draped over.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The special, as usual?" Maggie holds a pen over her notepad and looks annoyed, as if I've caused her to wait. Maybe she's been standing there awhile.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, that sounds good." I hand her the menu I never bothered to look at.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Maggie turns to the woman. "And little miss, it's always nice to see you. What will it be?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If Maggie knows her, how have I never seen her before? There's no way I could have overlooked her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The special sounds great. Thanks, Maggie."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Maggie is gone, she leans sideways toward me. "What's the special?" she whispers.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I have no idea," I laugh with her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There's a round of thunder and rain starts pouring down. She's visibly cringing. I don't want her to be scared to get home.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't think it's letting up anytime soon. Are you going to need a ride somewhere?" The words fall out of my mouth before I realize I've asked her to get in a car with me and we haven't even officially met.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She bites her lip and glances back outside. "I actually really do. Would it be out of your way? My house isn't very far from here."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm only going home after this, so it's no big deal. I'm Edward." I reach out to shake her hand, and when I look into her eyes as we're connected skin to skin, we hold hands and eyes and she doesn't say anything or let go either.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She's beautiful.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A clatter of a dish breaking back in the kitchen shatters the moment, and she drops my hand looking down. Maybe she's sort of embarrassed, but all I feel is warm.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," she says as she looks back up at me. She's smiling and I was, but now I'm definitely not.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fuck.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh. Charlie's kid." I point at her like it just dawned on me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The one and only," Bella smirks, but it's not much of a smile anymore.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you the architect?" She mimics the way I pointed at her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That'd be me." I turn to my coffee and stop looking at her. I don't remember the last time, if ever, that I had such a genuine interest in getting to know someone, but this is a bad idea.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The special is delivered to both of us at the same time. It's some kind of grilled fish and rice. I don't eat fish, plain as simple as that. I don't like it.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Damn," she mutters. I look over at Bella as she's glaring at her plate. She's obviously not pleased with the fish either.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry. The special has never steered me wrong before." I don't even know what to do right now. Do I order us something else? <i>Hey, sorry we ordered this, but we didn't want it.</i> Would that be rude?</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's fine. I've been tolerating this stuff my whole life. We just have to cover it in lemon juice and tartar sauce and hope there's no bones." She starts squeezing the lemon wedges, and I follow her lead.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Together we choke down the meal. Every bite she takes gives me the will to take one more.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She reaches up for a high five when we finish our plates and says, "We deserve dessert for that, right?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We deserve a piece of pie and a milk shake."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She giggles and it's the cutest thing. I want to hear it again, but not just hear it; I want to be the cause of it.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're going to have to learn to eat fish without gagging. My dad loves fish."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And just like that I'm back to 'this girl is off limits'. I need to get her home and stay away.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll work on that."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Maggie comes over and takes our plates and our dessert orders. We both order vanilla shakes and apple pie.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We already have too much in common.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She's too open and friendly. I can't stop talking to her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Soon after our dessert arrives, Bella's phone rings and she takes the call.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, I'm fine. Edward's here. He said he'd give me a ride home." I assume it's Charlie.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While she's on the phone, I step into the bathroom. I want this to be okay. I want to be able to talk to this girl, maybe ask to see her again and have it be okay. The same girl I'm supposed to basically babysit in two weeks. The little girl of a man who stabs shit when someone implies someone else may be interested in her. Charlie Swan, Chief of Police, owner of guns and knives, he's the law in this town. I respect him enough to not go after his daughter. I just didn't know his little girl was not a little girl at all.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Poker night is back on next weekend. I should just back out. It'd be safer than pretending I have minimal interest in getting to know Bella.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There are a lot of ways I'd like to get to know Bella.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fuck.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I splash cool water on my face and repeat a few times out loud, "I've got to let this go."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Back at the counter Bella has finished eating, so I pay the bill.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She doesn't object when I pay for hers. What she does is blush when she says, "Thanks."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I think I just turned this into a date, and now I've got to take her home.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her jacket is drenched. I made it inside before the downpour started, so I offer her mine.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She smiles like she's flattered as she slips it on.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wonder if I have enough acting skills to start acting like an asshole. Honestly, I'm being vain. She's a nice girl. I can't mistake her friendliness for more than it is. Even if I'm interested, it doesn't mean she is. With her now, I don't feel the age difference, but it's still there.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I open the passenger door and she slides in, again with the smiling, "Thanks."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's less than a five minute drive, and we keep the conversation about school and work. I want to know everything about her, and I wish she was anyone else but Charlie's daughter.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pull into the same driveway that I've pulled into a few dozen times before. The gentleman in me wants to get out and open her door, but then what? Do I walk her to her front door? I'm just dropping her off at home. That is all this is.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She doesn't get out of the car. Leaning her head back on the seat, she turns to look at me. "I guess my dad's not home yet. Do you want to come in? I've got a stew in the crock pot. You could stay for dinner if you don't have plans."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If I just say no, she could mention it to Charlie, and he'll be suspicious as to why I'd turn down dinner at his house. Saying yes I'm likely to cause a greater deal of suspicion when I won't be able to stop myself from looking at his daughter.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thanks for offering, but I don't want to intrude on your time with your dad. I know he really misses you."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, okay. That's fine." She doesn't get out of the car, so I look straight ahead and wait for her to go.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Small warm fingers take my right hand and squeeze.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward?" Her voice is so soft. I turn to face her. I don't move my hand. I don't squeeze back, but I don't move hers off either.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sure there will be leftovers, and my dad works tomorrow, so we could have lunch again."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Knives stuck in tables. Barbie dolls. Teddy Bears. She's a little girl. This is just a friendly gesture. Tell her you have to work. Maybe another time.</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turn to tell her why I can't go, and she's closer than I realized. I lose my words when the tip of her tongue glides out across her lip and she starts leaning forward. She's feeling the same connection I am, and for a moment I really just want to kiss her before I tell her no. Just feel her lips one time and walk away. But I'm not a selfish person, and she's a young girl; she'll move on.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turn my head and look away, like I never noticed her leaning toward me in the first place. I squeeze her hand.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're a good kid, Bella. I know your dad needs a lot of taking care of, but you don't need to worry about me. I'll manage." Her hand slides out of mine, and when I look over at her, I see the rejection and confusion written all over before she covers it up.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How old are you anyway?" she asks as she opens the car door.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Old. Twenty-seven." <i>Too old for you.</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's not so old. Oh, I almost forgot about your jacket." She starts to remove it, and without thinking I reach out and halt her hand.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's still raining. I'll just get it back this weekend." She nods and my hand lingers a few seconds longer before she's out of the car and running to her front door.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I get to my current home, in the guest house behind my mother's childhood house, I bang my head against the wall. Eventually, I'll beat every image of Bella Swan out of my head, or I'll knock myself out.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It doesn't matter. The vision of her face is ingrained in my mind: her amusement at the diner, her leaning toward me so close, and the hurt on her face when I turned her down.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sleep. I can sleep her off. I'm drunk on fluctuating emotions. This will pass.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My bed is too big and cold. I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to wake up tangled in brown waves of hair. My thoughts drift to fantasies of trailing my lips from her neck, to her lips, and down until I'm between her thighs. Imagining her here makes me feel even more alone.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The next few days are a blur. I work on the restaurant site plan until my eyes burn. Nothing looks right.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Poker night is on. I don't shave because it's somehow a sign of how much older I am. It's ridiculous.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella greets me at the door.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hi, Edward. How are you?" Her friendliness is forced.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Great. How are you?" I look into her too-sad eyes and miss the bright sweetness from when we first met.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay. Ready to go back to California. My dad ran to get more beer, and no one else is here yet. I guess just go do whatever it is you do here." She closes the door as I enter. Her eyes stay on the ground, but mine haven't stopped looking at her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I put the case of beer I brought in the fridge. Bella lingers around but doesn't say anything.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you miss school, or do you have a boyfriend you want to get back to?" I ask stupid questions. Despite Charlie's goal of keeping guys away, I'm sure she dates when she's at school.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No and no. Not too many of my friends came home for the summer. I like seeing my dad, but it's all summer just me and my dad. Or he's working and it's just me. Next year, I'll probably just come for a few weeks." Bella starts stirring whatever she has cooking on the stove.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to offer to go somewhere with her. Life is playing cruel jokes on me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That smells really good. Do you need help with anything?" She looks over and her smiles almost real.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's just spaghetti. You could chop up some lettuce for a salad." That I've done before.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We work side by side for seconds, hours, or years, I don't know. It's not long enough.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She hums while she cooks. I can barely hear it; it's just a low vibration.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Taste this," she says as she blows on a spoonful of sauce. I reach up to grab the spoon, but she has it up to my mouth before I get a chance to do it myself.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's really good." She takes the same spoon that was just in my mouth and licks off the small remainder I left.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She has to be doing this on purpose. I'm going to die tonight, either by her or her father.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her eyes are too much, so I glance down.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fuck.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't deal with boobs too.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Even thinking about pressing my lips to her chest could get me arrested. I'm the last person Chief Swan should have entrusted with his daughter.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Is that a locket?" I ask about the chain hanging from her neck, to cover up where I was actually blatantly staring.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes." She takes it in her hands and carefully opens it up. "It's my parent's wedding. My dad got it for me when they got divorced. He said it was so I would always remember I came from love, even if I couldn't see it anymore." From the look on her face and the sound of her voice, I can tell it's a bittersweet memory.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're really close with your dad, huh?" I already know the answer, but I don't know how she feels about it.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, it's different with both my parents. My dad babies me and is always trying to protect me, but I have to make sure he takes care of himself. With my mom, I can tell her anything, but I'm the one who worries about her." She smiles as she explains.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So it's like two different lives."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, I guess I've always just been a natural at accommodating people."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I just smile and nod. I don't tell her how I'd like to find out how accommodating she can be, or how much I really don't want to know.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While looking at her locket, I moved too close in order to see the tiny picture.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella rubs her thumb along my unshaven jaw. "I like this."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You weren't supposed too.</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't stop this.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her face tilts up; she runs her tongue across her lower lip. I can't help the force as I lean down.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The front door is opened, and I turn away and regroup.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, Edward. My little girl getting you to do her bidding, too?" Charlie asks as he catches me mixing the salad.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Guess so." I look around and realize Bella has disappeared.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I told you I was bringing beer. How much do we need?" I motion to the two cases he set on the counter.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've been good for weeks. I need this."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I just shake my head. Drinking isn't the best idea for me tonight.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Charlie leans towards me and whispers, "So next weekend, I need you to make some excuse why you need to stay here. Call me up that day and let me know. You gotta make me believe it. She can't know you're watching out for her, or she'll run wild. And whatever you do, don't let her go to La Push. I'm not trying to control her, but no kid in this town is good enough for her."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay. I got it."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Glad I can count on you. The shotgun is in the coat closet. I'll get you a bottle of scotch when I get back."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Everyone else starts arriving. It's about an hour after I got here. I guess I missed the memo that poker night is later when Bella is around.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I help Bella pass out plates, and no one else offers to help. She keeps giving me sideways glances, and I'm dreading the moment I have to put that rejected look back on her face.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We're all seated around the table, and Bella is diagonally across from me to the right. I don't look at her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, Edward, How's Kate treatin' ya?" Felix asks. I thought we weren't talking about this shit.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I put my head down like I always do.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know Katie right, Bella?" Charlie asks.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, she's works at the diner."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don't look at her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well she's got our Edward here tongue-tied." He pats my back.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I twirl the spaghetti on my fork and watch it spin.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why? She's old." She sounds agitated, but I'm sure to everyone else she just sounds disgusted.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I look at her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She looks annoyed, but then she looks at me and her eyes close then stay down.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Age gaps aren't as big when you're an adult, Bella." Charlie is the only one brave enough to answer her. I'm not sure if they are more scared of her or Charlie.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, so you all date women ten years older than you?" She looks around the table.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nobody looks at her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, not usually. A few years older maybe," Charlie answers.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Maybe I should date someone ten years older." Bella smirks.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Here we go. Why don't you just worry about college?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She rolls her eyes at him and finishes eating.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When she takes her plate and a few others to the kitchen, Charlie turns to me and says, "Sorry about that. I don't know what's gotten into her."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I take the rest of the plates and join her in the kitchen. It's safe to say none of these guys will come in here if there's a chance they might be put to work.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I rinse the plates in the sink as Bella puts away leftovers. She walks over and leans back beside me next to the sink.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So Kate?" I can feel her stare.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I just shrug. What am I supposed to say about Kate?</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you in love with her?" I should lie.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shake my head and say, "No."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Just fucking her then?" I cringe at her tone.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No." I look at her and she visibly relaxes.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you have a girlfriend?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fucking someone?" she ask, like it would be a punishable crime if I was.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No. Can we stop talking about this?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fine. Will you go somewhere with me tomorrow?</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, it's not a good idea."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're making a mistake, but I think you already know that."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She goes upstairs and doesn't come back.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Cards are dealt and I keep an ear out for footsteps on the stairs. They make up for their lack of scotch, by throwing beers back like they're nothing.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes land on the slit in the wood left in the table by the knife. Looking around the table, there are at least a dozen of the same marks.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I drink slow and then not at all. Charlie is glaring at Billy because he asked Sue out to dinner. There will probably be a rift between the two of them for a while.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I give up on Bella coming back downstairs and head home.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Next weekend, I'll be alone with her with no interruption. Hopefully, she's given up on me, but I'd rather Charlie stab me than make her feel rejected again.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pour everything into finishing the site plan for the restaurant. By some crazy miracle, my mom only asks for minor changes.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mid-week I mow Kate's lawn, and she asks me to come in. Of all the days for her to ask, this is the only one I would actually consider it.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Just fucking her then?" </i>If I was, Bella wouldn't want anything to do with me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don't go inside.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Friday comes and I know Charlie wants to head out early.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I call him up.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, Charlie. I had a plumbing leak and I had to shut off the water. I'm not going to be able to get someone out here until Monday." I lie.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Awful news. You could stay here; let me okay it with Bella." His voice becomes more distant like the phone is no longer to his ear. "Hey, Bells, Edward has a plumbing issue and has to keep the water off all weekend. You okay with him crashing here?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hear nothing but my own heartbeat for too long.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Um, I guess that's okay. Maybe he could give me a ride to Port Angeles." She sounds indifferent. It's for the best, but I don't like it.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"All right, it's all good if you don't mind being a taxi service."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Charlie asks me to give her a couple hours to herself, so she doesn't catch on. I pack a bag for the weekend and grab some groceries.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can be friends with Bella. Charlie wouldn't expect me not to talk to her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I ring the doorbell, balancing four different bags.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella opens the door, and her face is back to the easygoing happy it was that first day.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I have food. Did you think I wasn't going to feed you?" she says as she grabs a bag.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The second I set the bags on the kitchen counter, Bella is in my arms. Her arms wrap around my neck. The need to keep this platonic is outweighed by the need to touch her as my arms wrap around her waist.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How did you get my dad to let you stay here?" She loosens her grip and her forehead rests on mine.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have to tell her the truth; just one kiss and then the truth or no truth at all.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No kiss, just truth.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I didn't. He asked me to keep an eye on you." She tenses and her arms fall, but I don't let go and she doesn't make me. Her face is more confused than sad.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why? If he's trying to protect my virtue, he's a few years too late. I'm nineteen, I don't need a babysitter."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He's just worried, but I still want to get to know you. I hope we can be friends," I tell her as I let go of her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay. We can talk tomorrow. I actually have other plans tonight. Oh. And don't worry, I'll let my dad know what a great job you did watching out for me," she says as she retreats away from me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I assume from the interest that she's showed in me that she doesn't have a boyfriend. Maybe she's just fucking someone as she says, someone here in Forks.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't let her go.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'll just tell her, "I want to give this a chance," and be an old pervert. Or maybe a scared kid and tell her, "We can do whatever you want, just don't tell your dad."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Even if Charlie's house is rigged with cameras, what could possibly happen? We'll kiss a few times and I'll put my arm around her as we sit side by side on the couch. Maybe she will fall asleep with her head on my shoulder.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her bedroom door is slightly ajar, and I can hear her moving around. When I knock on the door, it opens wide enough to see inside. She doesn't acknowledge me, but I'm sure she knows I'm here. She's changed into a short skirt and tight shirt that Charlie probably doesn't know she owns.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you going somewhere?" If she insists on going out, I'll just go with her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't know. I can't figure out what to wear." She's smearing stuff on her lips and rubbing them together.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you here to tell me I'm not allowed to go out?" She turns to look at me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, but I would like it if you stayed."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So we can talk."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't like the things you say when we talk."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She rubs her fingertips along the edge of her pleated skirt. Her hands slide up her leg, pulling the sides of her skirt up with them. When she reaches just below her waist her hands slide back down. In the blink of an eye, a white g-string falls to the ground at her feet.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Without looking away from me, she lifts her feet and steps to the side.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can feel my throat bob with how hard I swallow. All the blood in my body rushes down so fast I'll probably faint.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is a dream. Bella is a sweet girl and would never make advances like this. This is the disgusting place in my mind that takes a nice girl like Bella Swan and turns her into a seductress.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As she saunters towards me, I back away until I hit a wall and squeeze my eyes open and shut and will this to just be a dream.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She stands on her toes to speak in my ear. "Tell me you don't want me." Her voice is a breathy moan.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't speak.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I think of nothing but slowing down my racing heart.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She takes my hand and guides it under her skirt. I curl my fingers against her bare, sleek sex, and I breathe through a shudder of want and nerves.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is not why I came up here.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She slinks down to her knees.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I need to stop her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have to stop her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She locks her eyes up with mine as she yanks open the button on my jeans.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Why did I think I could stop her?</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her fingers pull down my zipper painstakingly slow.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She's daring me to stop her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don't want to stop her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She's not a little girl. Her room is pink. There are teddy bears witnessing their girl kill me slowly. They probably don't know she's not a little girl.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She relieves me of the confines of my pants so carefully.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She never stops looking at me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But one glance to where I'm now exposed and reaching out for her, and she sighs and bites that lip she's always biting on.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you sure you don't want me?" Her eyes are still on mine, but her mouth is open, ready to take me in.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I look away. Her ceiling is filled with glow in the dark stars I'm sure her daddy put up for her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her mouth is already against my tip as she says, "Tell me to stop."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don't tell her to stop.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She doesn't stop.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I close my eyes and lean my head back against the wall as I'm brought to the sweetest, hottest place I've ever been.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There's nothing to hold on to.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She's moving so slow, like she's trying so hard to make me lose control.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I look down and instantly regret it. She's still looking at me, acting like this is all innocent. She takes an inch and then another. Her mouth opens wider as she slides back with just her tongue on me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I suck in a shaky breath, and she smiles because she knows she's doing this. And then she does it. She takes me in her mouth as far as she can, and then she moves back and forth fast, but not fast enough.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I close my eyes again and focus on not moving. I'll never forgive myself if I ram forward down her throat.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then this really becomes a dream because I'm no longer in my own head. A glance to the side and I see her own hand is up her skirt.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She shouldn't have to do that.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I reach under her arms and lift her up as her legs wrap around me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I have her back laid across her bed, legs spread, hanging over the side, I briefly wonder if she planned this. She raises her ass up and reaches behind, pulling a condom from the waistband of her skirt.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She tears the wrapper with her teeth and rolls it down my length faster than I could have.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her hand stays around me as I hover over top of her, and she guides me to her entrance, and with one slow push I'm engulfed inside.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to be gentle with her, but she starts bucking her hips, and I'm plunging forward to meet her speed. Her head is tossing back and forth, and she moans each time we collide.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stop being careful. This sweet girl doesn't want careful. I pound into her and her back arches. She's clamping down all around me and yelling out incoherently.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When her body calms, I find a steadier rhythm, and when she starts meeting my thrusts, I fall over the edge with release.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stay on top inside her as we both pant, out of breath.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You fuck so good," she laughs with delirious pleasure.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slide out and drop the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shove my dick back in my pants where it belongs. I didn't even kiss her. All I wanted was to kiss her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I sit down beside her where she still lies. "I'm sorry."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She sits up and moves over top, straddling me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please don't pull away from me." Her body is shaking like she's panicking. And I don't want to do that. She shouldn't hurt or be scared that I don't want this, but that's all I've ever given her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not. I don't think I can anymore." I'm relieved that she physically relaxes.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She takes my face in her hands. "Baby, why are you fighting this so hard?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're so sweet and perfect. You're Charlie's little girl. I'm supposed to look out for you." I put my hands on her hips so she knows my words don't mean I'm rejecting her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can feel her breath on my mouth as she says, "I'm your girl."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I like that," I say as I draw her in close and hold her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So let me worry about my dad. He's not going to hurt you."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nod and trust her. It doesn't matter. This is worth it.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I came up here because I wanted to get to know you and maybe hold and kiss you," I confess.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And I ruined it by seducing you." She presses her forehead to mine and pouts.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No. I'm sorry I didn't kiss you or even get your clothes off. You deserved for me to show you how I can love you."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Show me," she whispers.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I lean forward, she meets me halfway. I press my lips against hers with only slight pressure. Her mouth's so soft and moves against mine so perfectly, it's as if I've never been kissed before. Over and over I give her gentle kisses until she can't take it, and she's pulling me toward her with her fingers fisted in my hair. Our kisses deepen and the second our tongues meet, my girl is moaning.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I only intended to kiss her sweetly, but she's grinding her hips. If she wants more I'll give her more. I get harder with every moan.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I slide my hands up her ribcage under her top, she doesn't waste time, just rips it off. Her breasts swell over black lace with a tiny white bow in the center. I kiss her skin just above the material, and when she pushes against me I bite just a little. Her breathing shudders, so I move to the other side and try it again. Using my tongue, I feel the line of skin just above her bra, sometimes dipping under. A few passes back and forth and then I bite down again, harder. Her breath catches and she reaches behind her back and the black lace loosens, and then falls.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to watch her breasts as she breathes up and down and then caress and hold them, but she arches forward. She can't handle this; she can't wait. I want to love her slow, but I love that she needs this.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her skin is covered in goose bumps and her nipples are hardened pebbles. I pull one in my mouth and I'm going to tease her a bit before I bite down, but her hand is already moving down under her skirt.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She can't wait at all.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stop her hand. "I was getting there."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She whimpers, "Please." So I help her slide the skirt down her legs, and she lays back completely naked, pleading for me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I remove my own clothes and she just watches, fidgeting more and more. She's rubbing her legs together, so I reach between them to touch her where I only touched her so briefly before.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She whines in protest.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm trying to love you slow."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You did. Now show me how you can love me fast." Her arms reach out for me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I reach over to my jeans down on the floor and grab the condom I keep in my wallet. Then I hand it to her so she can open it, and I can touch her slow and gentle like I want to.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She tries to roll it on, but she doesn't have the dexterity from this position. I reach down and help her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There's no chance for more slow moments as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down. My erection is lined up where she wants it, but I rub it outside until she whimpers and pushes.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I move inside her, and she makes it known that even though I'm on top of her, she's in full control.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She moves as fast and as hard as she wants to, and then she's digging her fingers in my ass and pushing me to grind on her in circles. I know I'm doing it right when she lets go and closes her eyes.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to move in and out, but she's panting with the circular motion. Her lower lip sticks out slightly, so I suck it in my mouth and then bite down.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her breathing speeds up and she's looking in my eyes, panting, "I'm gonna, I'm gonna…"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And then she does. I find my rhythm through her moaning and clamping, and I spill out right as she relaxes.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't know how I ever lived without you." I tell, her still on top of her looking in her eyes.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You love me so good, baby." We smile, and I hope I'm mirroring back the same contentment I see in her features.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know you're leaving in a week, but when will you be back?" I ask as I lie down beside her.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Christmas. That's not so long right?" She has a slightly worried look again, but she doesn't need to do that.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's too long. I'll just drive down every couple weeks." She squeals and she throws her arms around my neck and her soft chest presses against mine.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you less worried about my dad?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm trying not to think about it. Why do you have a pink room filled with toys?" I ask as I pull a big eyed cat from behind her head.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She laughs embarrassed and says, "When I was seven, I begged my dad to make my room pink and display all my dolls. He worked so hard on it that I never had the heart to change it."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I love her all weekend, slow and then as fast as she wants. Charlie gets home and gives me a bottle of scotch when I assure him Bella never left my sight.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Every moment she can get away, she's with me. She doesn't want to deal with Charlie until it's time to leave. Probably in case it doesn't go well. I crave her to the point I'm ready to finish my job here and move out to California, but we're not entirely ready for that conversation.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The day before she leaves she lets me love her slow for longer, the way I want to. She can't take it; she keeps trying to push and then slows herself down. And even though I swore I'd be with her within a few weeks, tears slide down her cheeks when it's time to leave.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I feel empty now without her, but it's not the end, so I get through the days until it's time for poker night at Charlie's.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nothing seems different or off with him, and I don't know if Bella is wrong. I've talked to her every night since she left, and she swears it's fine.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We're around the table and Charlie's dealing. "So nothing from Kate this week."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fuck. I didn't even think about that.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nope." I keep my eyes on my cards.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you find something wrong with my daughter?" he asks. The rest of the table stays silent.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No. She's a nice girl." What the hell did she do?</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But you're not interested? She not pretty enough for you?"</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I just figured she was off limits." That's about as close to the truth as I can get.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well then, you let her know you're interested. I'd rather her be talking to you long distance than running around with anyone down in California."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay. I'll call her." And find out exactly how she worked this out.</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And get yourself one of those computer cameras. She's got one of them."</span></div><div style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don't even know how to have this conversation, so I just nod and smile at every suggestion.</span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-9315899551912530282012-08-02T18:22:00.000-07:002012-08-31T18:22:20.659-07:00Beyond Inappropriate<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's best friend Esme's son is also her son Jasper's best friend, and either way, she wants him baaaad! Don't judge, Edward wants her, too. And he's a MAN now, in Law School and everything! Should they? NO! Will they? Well of COURSE! All human, all BPOV. </span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating:M Genre:Romance Word Count:10,837 Pairing:E/B</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer:</b> Twilight and its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. And this little tale is far from appropriate, but come on, you asked for it!</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p5" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BEYOND INAPPROPRIATE</span></b></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></b></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></b></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></b></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Emmett, there's no way they'll let you on the plane with all that food."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Duh, Riley. The stuffing's for the taxi ride, sweet potatoes for waiting at security, and the turkey's for the gate."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why do you bother, Ri?" Jasper injects. "You know he got the highest grade in our section in Oral Argument."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Emmett taunts him by holding his fingers in a "V" over his lips and flicking his tongue obscenely through the opening. I have to look away.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Riley whacks him in the gut. "Jesus, Emmett. Does it mean <i>anything</i> to you that there's a lady present? A person's <i>mother</i>, no less? Were you actually raised by a pack of perverted wolves?" He shakes his head, admitting defeat. "Bella, thanks again for everything."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, Riley, come back any time," I answer, pulling him in for a hug. "You too, Emmett, so long as there isn't a full moon."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Emmett snorts, "Excellent. See you next weekend, then." He lifts me in a one-armed bear hug while balancing every piece of Tupperware I own in the other.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Put my mom down, you big baboon!" Jasper scowls. He pushes Emmett out of the way and wraps his arms around me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sheesh, what is it? Wolf or baboon?" Emmett jokes.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thanks for an awesome Thanksgiving, Mom."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't be a stranger," I murmur into his ear.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I won't. Hey, where's Ed?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shrug innocently, I hope. "I don't know. Maybe he left something upstairs?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Emmett yells up in the general direction of Alice's room. "Cullen! Shit or get off the pot! Taxi's waiting and the meter is running!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll go see if he needs help." I skip up the stairs and round the corner into Alice's room. His bright green eyes grow wide as I barrel toward him, and just before I leap, he opens his arms to catch me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I link my ankles together behind his back and crash my lips against his. We suck the air out of each other's lungs until we're two panting messes and I pull back to let him breathe.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What took you so long?" he grins.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Your housemates were fighting over food scraps."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Wild hyenas," he observes.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>ED! NOW!" </i>Jasper's voice rattles the ancient light fixture.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I sigh heavily. "You've got to go."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not going," he states. "I'm quitting law school and moving in with you. We're going to live in sin and shock the town and my mother is going to disown me and Jasper is never going to speak to either one of us again."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, as charming as that sounds," I giggle, "I have a better idea. You get your tight little ass downstairs and into that cab and I will see you at Christmas at your mom's."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>What?"</i> He brightens when he realizes I actually have a plan.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I confirm with a quick nod. "Esme called earlier to see how I survived the 'Weekend of Much Testosterone' and invited us to join you guys in Miami."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well ho-fucking-ho," he says, a broad grin gracing his face. "One 'Very Cullen Christmas' comin' right up!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Now get down there, young man." I step out of his path, but he doesn't move.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Biz—"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't say it, Edward. I already know. And me, too."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay," he answers finally. Yanking the strap of his duffle bag over his shoulder, he pushes through the door, down the stairs, and out of my reach.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I plop down on Alice's cotton-candy pink bedspread and replay every sweet, torturous moment of the weekend. By all rights, I should feel remorse, or at a minimum, regret. I mean, hell, what we did was so far beyond inappropriate, the English language doesn't have a word for it.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But damn, only thirty-three shopping days 'til Christmas...</span></i></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">...</span></b></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, I admit it," I confess to the pecan pie sliding into the lower oven. "I miss my son and I'm excited as hell to see him. There, I said it out loud."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>What're you telling me this for</i>? asks the pie.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Because you better come out perfect! You're his favorite—now don't go blabbing to pumpkin or I'll deny everything."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fine, lady, now can I tan in peace?</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pull the heavy door closed and shake my silly head.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Talking to pies now, Bella</i>?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh, this is so much better, talking to yourself?</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The telltale crunching of gravel in the driveway signals their arrival. I set the oven timer as taxi doors thump and the cloud of happy boy noises comes nearer and separates into distinct voices. Jasper's is the easiest to pick out, then a couple I don't recognize, and finally, Jasper's long lost best friend. My son pushes through the unlocked door and spies me across the living room.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mom!" Jasper calls out. "Come and meet the guys."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I rush over to the door, fluttering about the influx of testosterone that just made my house feel about one-tenth its former size. Inexplicably, I find myself nervous to meet his law school roommates. I know Jasper feels proud of my cooking and my hospitality, and I don't want to let him down.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jasper hugs me enthusiastically, then spins me around and starts the introductions. "Okay, this guy right here who looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger—"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Pre-scandal, thank you!" the behemoth chimes in.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, okay," Jasper chuckles. "Somewhere between <i>Conan the Barbarian</i> and <i>Terminator</i>? This is Emmett. Don't be intimidated by his bulk, he's a pussy cat inside as long as we have plenty of pretzel rods and nutella on hand."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Swan," Emmett says, dazzling me with his bright smile.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," I correct him quickly, placing my hand inside his much larger palm and praying he doesn't crush me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And this is Riley Biers, plucked from the heartland of Ohio, but don't mistake him for a country bumpkin."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mrs. Swan, it's a pleasure," the tall, thin boy enunciates.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," I repeat to the human corn stalk. "Nice to meet you, Riley."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And this joker…I believe you already know?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Out from the shadows steps Edward Cullen, a boy I've known just three days fewer than my very own son, and nearly as well. I'm expecting to greet the boy I last saw four and a half years ago at their high school graduation. The Frack to Jasper's Frick, the Chong to his Cheech. It's fair to say I'm nowhere near prepared for the vision of the full-grown man in front of me. And like a moron, I say that stupid thing uttered by mothers of sons' friends throughout time, the thing that makes everyone cringe and want to dive into the nearest hole. "Wow, you've grown up."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jasper groans beside me, but Edward takes it in stride, grinning even. "Thanks for noticing, Bizzy."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Busy? Who's busy?" Emmett looks around comically.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's Edward's nickname for my mom. He couldn't pronounce his L's as a kid, so he used to call her Izzybizzy …and that got shortened to 'Bizzy,'" Jasper explains.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I like that," Emmett says. "Bizzy."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward cuffs him on the arm. "You can't call her that."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Emmett raises his arms in surrender. "Okay, dude."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward steps forward and hugs me with arms far more muscular than the boy I remember. "You're looking good, too," he says, holding me too close against his hard chest and saying the words too confidentially to be wholly appropriate.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey um," I stumble away from him, a bit dazed. "Jasper, why don't you show the boys where to put their stuff?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I call Alice's room!" Edward shouts, claiming the one bedroom at my end of the hallway. Leaving the others to the twin beds in the guest room, Edward throws his duffle over one shoulder and takes off upstairs. The fact that he turns right—and not left toward Jasper's room—says it all. Last time Edward slept here, none of us knew anything of the shit storm headed our way.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His mother Esme had no idea that her husband was planning to abandon her and their three teenage children for another man—namely, my husband Charlie. Jasper didn't know that his best friend was about to be uprooted from Vermont and everything he'd known up to that point, so that his mother could make a go of starting over. Lucky for Edward, he was just about to leave for Princeton, and Jas went on to Michigan, but the boys lost touch over the years as Edward spent his college vacations with his family in Miami.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As for me, I tried to keep in touch with my best friend. We tried to work through the wreckage together, but after Esme moved, the daily phone calls became weekly, then occasional emails, and then they trailed off altogether. If not for the stroke of fate that brought them together at Duke Law, I'm not sure they ever would've reconnected.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mom. Earth to Mom!" Jasper snaps his fingers and I feel the heat of a deep blush come over me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry, sweetie. What is it?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jasper loops his arm around my shoulders. "I just wanted to say thanks. We're all so wiped out and we're really looking forward to just unwinding."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nod. "I'm so glad you brought your friends. I plan to stuff you all with home-cooked meals and clear your heads with mindless movies before you have to go back and cram for your One-L's. Why don't you boys get settled and when you come back down, we'll have some hors d'oeuvres, okay?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, Ri, need me to carry your suitcase?" Emmett barks out.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shut your pie hole, Em—" Riley starts, before checking himself. "Sorry, <i>Bella</i>. Emmett brings out the very worst in me."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh sure," Emmett complains, clambering up the staircase with his heavy suitcase. "Blame the good-looking dude for your bad manners."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, I'll have you know…"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Their voices trail off as they close the guest room door behind them, until all I can hear is muffled Charlie-Brown-parent-type noises. Feels good to have a full house again, I observe, deep contentment washing over me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have to hand it to Alice–making peace with her father, even agreeing to spend Thanksgiving with him and Carlisle out in San Francisco. If only I could be so forgiving. Maybe someday I can trust again, even hope to accept that when a man says he wants me, he means it, and he's not going to be sniffing around after twenty-two blessed years of marriage looking for a stiff cock to wrap his lips around.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pull the butcher knife from the block and hack at the red peppers.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Whoa there, Bizzy. You making salad or committing vegecide?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I halt the knife and look up to find Edward standing on the other side of the counter grinning at me. Dressed for dinner, he looks like a damn J Crew billboard: slim-fitting tan cargos cinched with a brown leather belt, crisp navy button-down shirt, white tee poking out at the neckline.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know you shouldn't sneak up on girls with big knives."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry," he answers, holding his hands up contritely.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, is that—" I point the knife toward his wrist.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His face breaks into the boyish grin I remember so well. "The watch you gave me for college graduation? Yeah." He leans over the counter and holds his wrist out for inspection. "That was really sweet of you to remember me, by the way."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shrug, recalling the mixture of pride and guilt I felt shipping the watch to the boy I hadn't seen in four long years. "It's not as if I ever forgot you, Edward."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Too quickly, too intensely for casual conversation, he responds, "I never forgot you either." His deep green, deadly serious eyes click to mine and trap me there.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I swallow thickly and head back to semi-comfortable territory. "It looks sharp on you," I state objectively, motherly—<i>sort of. </i>If I'm honest, I have to admit there's something about my response to this boy that reeks of something decidedly <i>un</i>-motherly, and it's starting to niggle at my nerves.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank you," he smiles. He's too close; in borderline violation of my personal space. "I've worn it every day. I only take it off when I work out. I tried it once, but honestly, you can see where it would be a bit outrageous with my running shorts and grungy tee shirts, plus all that sweat…?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I try to focus on the striking timepiece looming between us, but I can't help taking in his expression and picturing him flexing all those muscles, moving through the gym from one machine to the next, running, pumping, grunting…</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, outrageous," I mutter uselessly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So what can I do to help?" he asks, easing mercifully away from the counter.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you good with a knife?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not particularly."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ever unmolded a jello mold?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Negative."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Can you baste a turkey?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He shakes his head, grinning sheepishly. I can't imagine Jasper would be any more helpful. "I give up," I say. The only thing left is just for him to sit there and look pretty.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He raises an eyebrow. Holy fucking hell, did I just say that OUT LOUD?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I could pour us some wine," he suggests.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sounds like a fabulous idea."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Without a word, he nods and moves around the counter, easily reaching two wine glasses from the top shelf of the cabinet. It's second nature; this was his home away from home. So much so that Alice used to tease Jasper by calling Edward the brother she never had.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As he retrieves the opened bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the refrigerator, nostalgia for the boy he used to be wars with my palpable response to the man he's become. Edward picks up both filled glasses and hands me one.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Happy Thanksgiving," I toast.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"To long overdue reunions," he adds as our glasses clink mid-air. His eyes never leave mine as we both take a long draw.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"This turkey is not going to baste itself. How would you like to add to your vast repertoire of culinary skills?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure," he answers. I trade my wine for the fireproof mitts and take the baster in one hand. Edward stands to the side while I open the oven door and slide out the heavy roasting pan.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Wow, that is one big bird."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fifteen pounds," I answer. "And stuffed to the gills."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Turkeys have gills?" he wisecracks, making me smile. He always was sharp as a tack and never one to leave a punch line undelivered.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Just for that, you're basting." I motion him to stand in front of me. He transfers his wine glass to his left hand and takes the bulbous end of the baster in his right.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Now what?" his amused voice drifts back.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've got the pan." I grab onto the handles on each side, trapping Edward between me and the hot oven. "Dip the open end into the gravy, squeeze the top…see it filling up?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, Miss Schuster," he says in a deadpan schoolboy voice, referring to the Physical Science teacher both boys had in eighth grade.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, wouldn't she be proud of you right now? Okay, now gently lift that over the turkey and…"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, SHIT!" Gravy shoots straight to the back of the oven and sizzles against the wall. "Sorry! Crap!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My heavily-gloved hands fall away from the pan and clutch my sides when the laughter strikes. Poor Edward turns around, regarding the baster like a smoking gun in his hand. "Maybe you can teach me how to do the jello instead?" he tries ruefully.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What the hell is going on in here?" Jasper asks, taking in the odd scene.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Apparently I suck at basting," Edward answers with one of his winning grins. When I finally stop cackling, I strip the baster out of his hand and hip-check him out of my way.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You do," I reply, drenching the turkey in hot gravy. "And there's no way you're getting anywhere near my jello mold."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jasper chuckles and pulls down three more wine glasses. "Don't take it personally, Ed. Mom hasn't let anyone near her jello since Dad left us."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward snorts, and it's not just be the four-hundred-degree oven that heats my face.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Did someone mention jello?" Emmett barrels indelicately into the kitchen. "Oh, is that wine, dude? Lay it on me."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Riley huffs and whacks Emmett across the chest. "Class, Emmett. Remember, we practiced this?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ha! Good luck with that, Ri," Jasper teases.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The other boys banter and lob insults back and forth, but Edward sits quietly at the end of the counter. I feel his eyes intent on my back, and a bead of sweat starts at my nape and trickles down my silk tank top. His attention is unnerving.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Turkey's done," I announce, grabbing the sides of the heavy pan and spinning toward the counter. My elbow encounters an unexpected obstacle, and I jerk away when Riley yelps. The contents of the roasting pan list sharply to the left, sloshing hot gravy over the side and splashing up onto my blouse.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ah!" The hot liquid burns but I hold tight to prevent further disaster.<i> "OW!"</i> The rebound forces a searing spray over my right arm, catching the skin exposed at the top of the glove. Every impulse screams for me to drop the pan but I hold tight to the loaded weapon and—</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly, two firm hands steady mine from behind, fully supporting the weight while I bring the crazy dance with the runaway turkey to a safe conclusion and rest the pan on the counter. A fresh rush of adrenaline overtakes me as I'm bent over the hot bird.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Relax," Edward whispers, hooking his chin over my shoulder. "You're safe."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I sink back into the comfort of his strength, and my body quakes with aftershocks. His body is firm and steadfast, and one of his hands slips around my waist and pins me to his chest. I close my eyes and allow myself a teeny tiny swoon. I know it's wrong, but it's only for a second.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mom! Are you okay?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jasper breaks the spell, rushing over and yanking the gloves from my hands. "Jesus, get this under some cold water!" Jasper pulls me to the sink, and I feel Edward's fingertips linger until I'm out of reach. I'm afraid to look back at him; I don't trust my eyes not to give me away. I promise myself to verbalize my gratitude when I can, once the intense lust is under control.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Alone in my bedroom, I peel off the ruined blouse and pass a cool washcloth over my stomach. Thankfully, the skin is red but not blistering. I'm fine, the cooking's all done, and the only heat source I have yet to deal with is one Edward Cullen, and it's pouring off the boy in waves.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The boy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The <i>man</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How in the hell are we going to make it through the weekend under the same roof together when he gets more forward by the moment? And I, apparently, get more backward?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There's a knock at my door. My heart leaps to my throat imagining Edward at my bedroom door.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes?" I'm sure he can hear the shake in my voice.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mom, are you all right?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Jasper.</i> My wonderful son and best friend of the boy I am shamelessly fantasizing about.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fine. I'll be right down."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Silence, and then a shuffle away from the door. Their voices penetrate the living room ceiling. Laughter is the predominant sound, and it warms me from the inside out that my son is happy. I clear my head with a firm shake and remind myself that I would never do anything to jeopardize his happiness. And most especially, not by succumbing to some base instinct and, <i>Dear God</i>, not by harming our closest friends again.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I manage to keep my distance for the remainder of the evening, sitting at the head of the table and forcing my eyes and attention on the other boys, getting to know them and enjoying their anecdotes. Wine bottles are drained and massive quantities of food are consumed, but I keep a clear head and a clearer conscience. I can master this thing. Surely, for three lousy nights, I can "keep it in my pants" and resist temptation.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I fall into bed exhausted, not merely from the physical toll of the Thanksgiving extravaganza, but the added effort of actively avoiding the serpent with the shiny red apple. My vibrator is out of the question with the living room just below my bed, and I'm taunted by the seductive moments that string themselves together in my mind:</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His sensual appreciation of every morsel of food, the low groan as he rolled the candied sweet potatoes over his tongue, the shimmer of grease at the side of his mouth as he devoured the turkey leg then licked every finger clean, his eyes rolling back in his head at his first bite of pecan pie;</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The "accidental" brush of his body passing behind me at the sink, fingers meeting between passed wine bottles, his hand none-too-casually-placed on my shoulder urging me to sit while he replenished the stuffing bowl;</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The shameless eye-raking he gave my chest as I offered him white and dark meat from the enormous serving platter, his unreadable intensity focused on me throughout the meal, and the hungry way his eyes followed me up the steps and along the hallway until I finally escaped his field of vision.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't remember the last time I allowed my fingers to slide inside my panties this way, to find themselves between folds slick with need, to touch my aching, greedy body and bring myself the sweetest kind of release.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">*0o0*</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Round two?" Edward's bright voice rings out from the bottom steps as he bounces toward the kitchen, barely decent in a pair of plaid flannel sleep pants and nothing else.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Look who's up early. Sleep okay?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pulls his fingers through his crazy crop of bronze hair, which only seems to have become wilder with the years. His tan, tight chest is so beautiful it actually hurts my stomach. Oh, to be young and perfect. Oh, to gaze upon such perfection at close range.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I occupy my twitchy fingers with arranging fruit on a platter when what they really want to do is not at all okay.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Slept great, thanks. You?" <i>Sexy smirk</i>. The guy knows exactly how I got myself to sleep, I realize with a start. And was it the same for him?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It takes a force of will to keep my eyes above his neck. There's so much to see; he's like a damn amusement park in one tidy package. <i>Package</i>, ugh Bella, get a damn grip. <i>Grip</i>? Please please please…</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bizzy?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, sorry I thought that was rhetorical," I titter nervously. "I slept fine, but then, I wasn't the one in the 'Pink Palace.'"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Jesus H. Christ, did I just bring up sleeping with him in Alice's room?</i> I trap my tongue between my teeth. Edward chuckles and says, "Oh yes, her famous pink period. Did she ever outgrow it?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not really," I snort, relieved to move off sleeping arrangements.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Honestly, once I closed my eyes, I was just happy to have the bed all to myself."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So it's unusual then for you to have the bed to yourself?" I blurt, then bite my tongue. <i>Just asking with motherly concern</i>, I lie to myself unconvincingly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward grins and answers, "Highly."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Humph," I huff, sounding far too much like a jealous girlfriend. "You know that's actually something you can control."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He regards me carefully and answers, "I wasn't complaining. I could just really use the sleep for a change."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His look dares me in a hundred different ways, so I do what I do best…deflect. "Coffee?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sounds good. What can I do to help?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Can you slice bagels without hurting yourself?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Only one way to find out."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're really filling me with confidence here."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He moves around the counter next to me, pulling the bread knife from the butcher block and rolling the sesame bagel into place, standing it precariously between his fingers.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Un-uh," I gently correct, taking the bagel out of his hand and setting it flat on the counter. "Give me your hand." He grins and places his hand—those long, elegant piano-playing fingers—in front of me. So many inappropriate thoughts pass through my head, I actually consider my sanity. I settle for taking hold of his wrist and flattening his palm on top of the bagel. "You have to get your fingers out of the firing line," I instruct, placing my hand on top of his and moving all the outliers to safety.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I dare not look at his face.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay. Knife."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He brings his other hand with the knife into the picture, passively awaiting instructions. I grasp his wrist and line up the knife parallel to the counter and start the sawing motion with him. We're tangled over the small spot, and it's not just our arms and hands that are intimately connected; our hips and thighs are forced together behind the counter. We're too damn close and there's not enough air, and he's shirtless and it's all too morning-after and I can't…I just can't.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Got it?" I ask abruptly, letting go and wriggling out of his grasp.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not quite," he tenses, the words freezing both of us in place. I'm conscious of every breath he draws, how his chest rises and falls next to me, the feel of his hands beneath mine, the sinew of muscle inside those flimsy pajama pants. And I can't bear to think what else lurks, so very close, and so very, very wrong. Without the pretense of my "instruction," I feel utterly naked in my desire.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," I whisper finally.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I loosen my grasp and slip away, moving back to my cantaloupes and pineapple. We work in companionable silence with a respectable distance between us, but the heat and the pull are relentless.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The others make their sleepy way downstairs over the next twenty minutes and I do my best to avoid Edward's eyes and physical orbit through breakfast. Jasper helps me clean up while they all suit up for "the snow bowl" and the boys head outside for some rough and tumble play.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Boys will be boys.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gazing out my window from the comfort of my favorite reading sofa, I am flooded with the memories of so many Vermont winter days where Esme and I would tromp around with our kids, making snow men and forts and eventually hot cocoa. The industry of those outings—Good Lord! The finding of gloves that match and snowpants that fit and a hat that didn't make Alice's head itch and boots that weren't too small but weren't so big they let in snow and ice!</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Boys will be boys.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How many times did Esme and I shake our heads and utter that phrase to each other, watching Jasper and Edward tumble like puppies on the basement floor, compete on the football and soccer fields, shovel in home-baked treats faster than we could pull them off the cooling racks?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Boys will be boys.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Watching their exploits with girls and healing their broken hearts with uber-violent video games. Watching their fathers betray all of us, leaving a trail of resentment, hurt, and blame.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>And you're so much better</i>? Flirting with a child. Your son's best friend, your best friend's son, a riddle of guilt squared.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't help but watch the rowdy display outside, four lithe, natural athletes passing a football and rough-housing in the snow like young children let out of a car after a long ride. Emmett and Riley can't compete with the shared instincts Jasper and Edward have perfected over the years, earning themselves the nickname "Edsper."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">God help me if they're sharing a brain this weekend, I shudder, forcing my eyes back to my book group selection. As if I could concentrate on something other than Edward's laughter breaking through every few minutes.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They spill through the back door an hour later, four icy, snow-covered, sweaty lumps of spent testosterone. "Do we have any cocoa, Mom?" Jasper asks.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, of course. What kind of mother would I be if I didn't have cocoa for you?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mini-marshmallows, Bizzy?" Edward adds, peeling off his hat and shaking his shaggy head like a wet dog.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Boys will be boys.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, mini-marshmallows."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">*0o0*</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come on, Bella. We're taking you out to dinner tonight," Emmett announces proudly, adding, "And you're leaving your wallet at home."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then how will she order a drink, numbskull?" Riley asks, melting my heart.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't worry, Mom, you can just sneak sips off mine when the waiters aren't looking," Jasper suggests.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You gonna tell her all our tricks, Jas?" Edward winks.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"All right, you bozos. I'm bringing my wallet and ordering my own drinks, thank you very much."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Emmett jumps right on that. "Oh, drink<i>sssss</i>? As in, plural? As in, you're gonna let us get you blitzed?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I snort. "It's been a long time since I've gotten blitzed, Emmett."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sounds like it's about time then," Edward says, his darkened eyes casting that spell over me again.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Who's driving home then?" I challenge.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Riley volunteers, "I will. I need a night off anyway after that eating orgy."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward chuckles. "There you have it."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We pile into the car, Jasper in the passenger seat, the others packed into the back with no room to spare between their broad shoulders. Everything I own looks smaller with them occupying the space.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I navigate the snowy streets, and soon we've arrived at The Lift, one of Jasper's favorites. The restaurant offers all the warmth of a cozy ski lodge on a frigid day on the slopes, and soon we're seated and enjoying all manner of food and drink.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If I thought sitting between Riley and Jasper at dinner would keep impure thoughts about Edward from entering my head, I was dead wrong two vodka gimlets ago.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Idiot!</i> You have nowhere to avert your eyes when he draws that double cheeseburger to his lips and does that moan thing and takes a pull on his beer and stares at you while he drags his fries through the mound of ketchup on the side of his plate. There's no way to mistake the amused expression on his face when you drain your third drink. No rational excuse to refuse the hand he offers to help you out of your chair at the end of the meal, no way of avoiding his supportive hand at your back without seeming unreasonable. And man-oh-how-the-fuck-did-I-get-myself-into-this, no way to squeeze any closer to the car door and avoid the crush of his warm body against yours in the tiny backseat.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Home, Jeeves," Emmett calls, laughing at his own hilarious joke.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hang on, you philistine! First we need tunage. Jasper, find us a damn radio station! Oh, no offense, Bella!" His eyes pop up in the rear-view and I wave.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"None taken," I manage.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jasper scans through the familiar few stations, Burlington, Vermont not exactly being the mecca of culture.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>We were barely seventeen, and we were barely—"</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I LOVE this song!" Riley shouts and thankfully shifts the car into gear.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Meatloaf again?" Emmett quotes the <i>Rocky Horror</i> line and loses it again.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How about some heat back here, Jas?" I make a little tunnel with my hands and blow warm air inside.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's head whips sideways. "Cold?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before either of us thinks, his hands are on me, rubbing furiously up and down my coat sleeves.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes flit around the car guiltily, certain our suspicious behavior must be raising a huge red flag. Emmett is lost in gloriously off-key, drunken song, and Jasper is taken up with directing Riley through the twisty, snowy back roads. We're undetected in our dark corner after all.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Here. Let me," Edward says, rubbing my hands between his warm palms and injecting small puffs of hot breath. "Better?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So much better. And so much worse. If he doesn't stop looking at me like that, <i>and touching me</i>, we are going to have a Big Problem.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sing with me, bro!" Emmett smacks Edward, who chuckles and cheerfully joins in, not taking his eyes off me, "<i>We're gonna go all the way tonight, tonight, We're gonna go all the way tonight, tonight."</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My gut clenches and twists. That crazy grin of his, his thigh pushing against mine, his hands possessing mine, the promises he's singing, the alcohol swimming in my head...all drown out the alarm bells.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Home sweet home," Riley announces, causing Emmett to switch his tune to "Cheers to the bus driver."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Jesus, someone get that boy a muzzle," Jasper groans.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Their antics wash over me. I'm dazed and hypnotized and needy as all hell. This was a colossally terrible idea. I have a singular thought–<i>Get away from Edward Cullen</i>. Far, far away.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just then, a second thought insinuates itself<i>.</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"OH GOD! I'm gonna be sick!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I push open the door and rush inside the house, barely making it to the powder room before losing my dinner. When I am finally able to lift my head from the toilet, I see Jasper standing in the doorway with a guilty look on his face.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry we got you trashed, Mom."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I manage a weak smile. "Jasper, it's not your fault I was an idiot. I was having fun. I got carried away."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, even Riley has forty pounds on you, and forget about keeping up with Em. Can I get you anything?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure. Ginger ale and Tylenol? And maybe a promise we'll never discuss this again?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You got it." He heads out to the kitchen while I clean myself up. The boys are lined up outside the bathroom like a receiving line at a wake.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh come on, boys. I threw up. It's not the end of the world. It's just the end of a long day. I'm putting myself to bed."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward looks particularly pained by that last part, and I breathe an internal sigh of relief. Another bullet dodged.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thanks for dinner, guys. It was really fun until the vomiting part."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Any time, Bella," Emmett answers, and Riley socks him in the arm.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Feel better," Riley adds, hoping to blot out Emmett's indelicate remark.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jasper returns with my drink, which I take gratefully. "Rest up, Mom. Big day tomorrow."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I brighten instantly. "I get to take you clothes shopping?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of course. It's tradition."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And you guys?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jas answers for them, "Trust me, they could use a woman's opinion."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Especially Emmett," Riley scoffs.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Finally, Edward chimes in, "I could use a new interview suit. Something to go with my watch."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay then," Jasper summarizes. "We'll eat breakfast and hit the mall early."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">*0o0*</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The boys' version of "early" doesn't exactly mesh with mine, but I'm happy for some alone time with my coffee and morning paper. As usual, Edward is first to stir, and minutes later, I hear his bare feet padding down the stairs. I spent the whole night tossing and turning and dreaming about young, tight bodies, and I'm not sure how much longer I can resist his advances, especially if he's…<i>damn</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bare-chested again.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't help following the line of his happy trail to the unmistakable outline tenting his flannel pants. My cheeks burn with the knowledge of his arousal, and even worse, the fact that he knows I'm staring.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Feeling better?" he asks cautiously.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't look him in the eye right now. "Fine, thank you."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pushing away from the table, heart pounding so fiercely I can feel it in my ears, I turn away and gather my purse and keys. "Coffee's ready. I'm gonna run to the store…we need more…bananas."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He doesn't move or speak as I step past him, out the door leading to the garage. Safe inside my steel-reinforced Volvo, I take two deep breaths and will my heart to slow down before I have a stroke. Following through on the pretense of shopping, I push the garage door remote and wring my hands in my lap as the door takes its sweet old time opening. Finally, I step on the brake and push the ignition button. The car fires up and just as I'm about to shift the car into reverse, there's a mad pounding against the windshield. My heart jumps to my throat as I look up to see Edward's top half splayed across the hood of the car, desperation in his eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck! You scared the crap out of me, Edward! What are you trying to do?" My hot breath fogs up the windows and adrenaline shoots every which way.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He slides off the hood and comes around to the driver's side, motioning for me to roll down the window.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Lingering terror makes my voices gruffer than I intend. "You're like a crazy person. What's wrong with you?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're avoiding me," he states without apology.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes." <i>There, I admitted it</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't do that."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," I start, but he interrupts me abruptly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Stop. Who are you protecting?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first person to pop into my mind is my son. "Jasper."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward leans in close, his earnest face filling the entire window. "He'll never know. I swear it."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>You, </i>then."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm a big boy."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, I can see that," I respond, trying desperately to erase the vision of his erection from my memory.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Again, no apology. "You haven't seen <i>anything</i> yet." His voice is almost menacing, and a chill ripples down my spine.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fine. Then, I'm protecting myself."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Quieter, more gently, he promises what he can't. What no person can promise another. "You don't need to. I'm not going to hurt you."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, Edward," I hate the preachy tone in my voice. It makes me feel even older than I already do. "Nobody ever starts something with the intention of hurting the other person. It just happens."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well I'm sorry, Biz, but this thing is already started and there isn't anything I can do about that."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I cup his sweet face in my hand. "Sure there is. We can acknowledge it and act like grownups who have self-control and restraint."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck restraint!" he growls, twisting away from my hand.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A spike of fear forces me away from him, and his frustration level intensifies again. "I've had just about all the fucking self-control I can fucking handle!" His eyes are wild and unknowable.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't remember you having such a filthy mouth. Did they teach you that at Princeton?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He laughs darkly. "No, I learned that from my dear old asshole of a father."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You kiss your mother with that mouth?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If I were expecting him to concede, apologize sheepishly, regret his words or actions, I've completely miscalculated. He very deliberately folds his arms along the base of the window opening and pushes his head and shoulders well inside my car so his lips are as close to mine as they could possibly be without touching.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not the way I'm about to kiss you," he promises, then promptly closes the space between us.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's lips are soft but insistent; he knows what he wants and he's not waiting for permission. His kiss is both relief and agony, but one thing is irrefutable: it is the kiss of a full-fledged man. Before there's time to think, he's already pulled away, releasing with a hint of his tongue along my lower lip, a promise of things to come.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You are going to be the death of me, Edward Cullen."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But he's not. He's the most welcome breath of fresh air in my stagnant little life. He's the volume knob turned up when I'd been living in mute. He's the box of paints dumped across my black and white pages.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Go get your bananas, Izzybiz. We're going to finish this later. I'm not letting another chance slip through my fingers."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">*0o0*</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For the next three hours, we play out <i>Pretty Woman </i>in reverse. I'm perched in the "husband chair" and treated to an endless parade of well-fitting clothes requiring my opinion.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"C'mon, Bella, does my ass look better in the indigo or the stone wash?" Emmett presses, making me giggle.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I swear you look great in both. Don't make me choose."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Pink or red?" Riley asks. I shrug.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"V-neck or crew?" Jasper holds one in each hand.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Honestly, I don't know what girls like these days."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But you <i>are</i> a girl, Mom." Jasper ducks back into the dressing room in frustration.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward cracks open the door to the next stall and gestures for me to come closer. He's done his best to tease me all afternoon, and now that we're at Abercrombie, he's nothing short of dangerous. I move cautiously forward, a scarecrow who knows better than to come too close to the match. He checks the area, then deciding the coast is clear, he opens the door. My jaw nearly scrapes the floor. The bastard is bare from the waist up, one hand on his hip and the other stretched to the top of the door, elongating the delicious taper to his slim waist.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Button fly or zip?" he smirks, drawing my eye straight to the fastener in question.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's mean," I answer, spinning away but not before he catches my broad grin.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fine, I'll get both," he calls out unbothered.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Anyone else need a suit?" I ask the four of them at the register.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not me," answers Jas. "I'm gonna hit Sunglass Hut."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Isn't there an Orange Julius right next door?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, Emmett," Jas responds, rolling his eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Riley adds. "I need to grab a new pair of loafers."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward dips down, placing his lips near my ear. "Looks like it's just you and me and fine men's furnishings."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Could you please try to remember that I am a middle-aged woman and I can only take so much?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And I can't wait to <i>give</i> you so much," he says, waggling his eyebrows.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good Lord. Okay, come on. We'll start with Italian and work our way across the continent."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He breaks out into a wide smile. "Way to take charge, Bizzy."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As he wiggles his magnificent body into one expensive designer after the next, my heart takes notice that it is actually feeling happy again. Do I know logically that this childhood friend of Jasper's is not my long-term mate? Of course I do. But does it feel amazing to be drawn into his irresistible orbit, to feel desired, appreciated for all my gifts as a woman? Abso-<i>fucking</i>-lutely.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">By the time we join back up with the others, Edward is the proud owner of a brand new, dark blue Gucci suit and tie, and the sexual tension between us is off the charts. We both know if this doesn't happen tonight, it probably never will. Now that he's kissed me, there's no way I can <i>not</i> know what it is to be with him.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">*0o0*</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As expected, dinner is a blur, the three pounds of spaghetti in Bolognese sauce and two loaves of garlic bread easily devoured by the four eating machines, with enough Chianti to keep the conversation lively. I'm guarded with my drinking and my conversation, not trusting myself to look at Edward at all, and hoping he'll nibble at the breadcrumbs when the time comes.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's off a bit, too, but the others don't seem to notice. He's not as sharp with his comebacks and not as eager to offer his opinions. It's as if all available brain cells have been diverted.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first acceptable moment I can reasonably head to bed, I yawn loudly and make my excuses. Edward's eyes are on me the whole way up the staircase but I don't look back. My heart is pounding as I brush my teeth and brush my hair and go back and forth a hundred times about changing into something "more comfortable." In the end, I decide it would be too cheesy and contrived and I pace my room praying for him to make an appearance.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I grab my book again, the one I was utterly unsuccessful at concentrating on yesterday, and read the same paragraph four more times before tossing it aside and pacing again. I move to the door and check that it's unlocked. He's not coming. Part of me respects his good sense, but the rest of me is devastated. Resigned , I reach for the lights.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A large hand covers mine on the switch plate. "Don't," he urges, speaking before I even realize he's come up behind me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit, you scared me!" My free hand flies to my heart.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry," he replies, not moving, except to lock the door behind him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Lights on? Seriously?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He steps closer, and I feel his hips at my back. He wraps one arm around my waist and pulls our joined hands from the switch. His voice is low and reassuring. "What are you worried about? You have a great body."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ugh, maybe for a woman my age. Not exactly what you're used to."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He drops his lips onto my neck and I sink back against him, drawing on his confidence. "You're nothing like the girls I'm used to, Bizzy."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How about we compromise?" I offer. "Dimmed?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Deal," he agrees, and I slide the switch to a manageable level.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward sways gently side to side and I could so fall inside this beautiful boy and never resurface. I'm a rag doll drunk on his touch, his lips, his rhythm, his delicious words.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It feels so damn good to be wanted.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's so wrong on so many levels.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No one ever needs to know. They leave tomorrow.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You'll know. He'll know.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His fingers meet at the top button of my blouse and suddenly, it's real. He's going to take my clothes off and I'm going to undress him and we're going to see and touch and then…<i>Dear God, help me</i>. My hand jumps to stop him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm nervous."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He steps in closer, lets me feel his strength and his desire. "I'm not."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My shaky voice is barely above a whisper. "Why am I the only one freaking out here?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You already kissed me. It's a fait accompli."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His playful teasing brings a smile to my face.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You kissed <i>me</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh yeah."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly, I'm struck by the hideous idea that maybe he's been this way with someone else's mother, maybe he's a serial mother fucker. I round on him. "Have you done this before?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He laughs right out loud. "Are you asking if I'm a <i>virgin</i>?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"God, no. I was asking if…you…have a thing for horny, middle-aged women."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ah," he smiles in understanding. "Not generally, no. It's more like I have a thing for you specifically. Always have."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>What</i>?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He brushes his thumb along my lower lip. "Hunh, I must've been really cool about it if you never noticed how hot I was for you."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I regard him very suspiciously, but he seems sincere. "I think I'm glad I never knew."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, now you know." His hands slide up my shirt again, playing at the top button and sensing my lingering reluctance. "I've been waiting a long time for you to come around."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes roll back in my head and if I swoon any harder, he's going to be holding an unconscious person. "You best be careful. I'm starting to believe you."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So I can undress you now?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes—but only if you keep kissing me."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You drive a hard bargain, Bizzy."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Look who's talking</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He presses his lips to mine again, and I'm lost. I want to slow time so this can last forever, because once tonight is over, this can never, ever happen again.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Those soft, delicious lips coax open my mouth and his tongue slips just inside, sampling me, asking nothing in return. His fingers finally manage the top two buttons, and as my blouse opens bit by bit in his hands, my tongue reaches recklessly for his. Edward groans and kisses me more forcefully. And still, those industrious fingers keep working, unbuttoning, <i>pop, pop, pop</i>! His lips never stop moving as he tugs the blouse out of my jeans.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My shirt falls open and I'm chilled. His kisses slow, and finally stop, and his mouth moves to my ear. "I'm going to touch you now."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I honestly feel as though I might faint. I wrap my arms around his neck, partially to steady myself, but mostly to hold his head right where it is, to trap his eyes. I'm not ready to be seen. "Okay," I answer back with a quiver.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His thumbs slide up my stomach and his long fingers follow suit. Despite their warmth, his hands raise a thousand goose bumps on my skin. The room is stock still except for our labored breathing, each of us exhaling into the other's ear. The thumbs pause at the bottom of my lace bra.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh God," he whispers, his hesitation taking me off guard.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Touch me," I breathe-slash-beg, and he does. His hands move over my bra and I need so much more. His palms move across my nipples, and he plays there, a blind man reading Braille and trying to make sense of it all.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His breathing is louder, deeper, more urgent, and I'm sure mine is as well. He slides around back and unclasps the black lace I chose especially for him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hot fingers slip beneath the underwire, caressing the flesh inside. A whimper escapes me and Edward answers with a low growl. There's kneading and stroking and nipples begging for more attention. There's squeezing and moaning and holding on for dear life. There's warmth and tenderness and admissions.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Your tits are perfect."</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Your hands feel so good on me."</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Your skin is so soft."</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>More, please."</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward wriggles his head within my tight embrace and presses his cheek against mine. "I need…to <i>see</i>you….<i>now</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I drop my arms from his neck, trusting. He kisses me again and pushes the blouse down my arms, smiling against my cheek when it falls to the floor. He loops an index finger under each bra strap and guides those over my shoulders next.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm bare. He makes me wait.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm tense. I close my eyes in the muted light.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What if I don't live up to his expectations? What if I see the disappointment in his eyes? What if he doesn't want me after all?</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bizzy, you're so beautiful."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I open my eyes and his lustrous green eyes click to mine. Intense, honest eyes of a man who sees me clearly and wants what he sees.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He reaches a hand forward and palms my breast, tenderly caressing my nipple and measuring my reaction. "You're just what I imagined," he whispers reverently.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Entirely humbled by his grace, I shift the mood to playful again. "My turn."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Have at it," he allows cheerfully.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm not nearly as patient, nor is he as squeamish. As I gather the dark navy cotton in my fists, he raises his arms over his head and smiles in invitation. I thrill at the sliver of bare skin just above his belt buckle and shimmy the shirt up his sides, watching as rock-hard abs and chiseled pecs bare themselves inch by inch. My eyes feel greedy as I take in the perfection of his taut muscles and the hallmark of youth, a chest free of mottling and imperfection. Simply a flawless expanse of tanned skin, beneath which beats the promise of vitality itself. He's taunted me for days with the vision, and now, I allow myself to touch. Before the last thread slips over his outstretched fingertips, my hands are on him, becoming intimate with every ridge.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As my fingers traverse his shoulders and arms, Edward drops his head back and closes his eyes in surrender, a newly-released prisoner turning his face to the warmth of the sun for the first time. My fingers wander lower, skimming along his glorious abs. His head tips forward again, he's fully alert now.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My fingertips hit the buckle and falter, but Edward grabs my wrist. "Do it," he says softly, yet his voice is unmistakably firm.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You will never have this chance again.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With fresh resolve, I slide open the buckle and hook my fingers around the buttons, revealing a fresh swath of white fabric beneath as I open each one. Edward stands immobile as my knuckles knock against him time and time again, but his patience wears thin by the last button.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He tugs his tight jeans over his hip bones and exposes the white Calvin Klein boxer briefs he bought with me earlier. I'm paralyzed and gawking, and most likely drooling to boot. He steps out of his shoes and jeans in one fluid motion, peeling off his socks last and posing in front of me like a damn underwear ad. And hell if he doesn't look every bit as good as the model on the box.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There's not one ounce of extra flesh on him. Edward's legs are long and well-developed and perfectly proportioned, a result of endless freestyle laps and stadium stairs. And there's something else I simply can no longer escape now that he's down to his skivvies:</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward is well-endowed and there's no question his equipment is in proper working order.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sweet Jesus," I mutter under my breath. Leaving the lights on suddenly seems like a stroke of genius.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How many women my age are treated to such a glorious sight in person, knowing they will actually be invited to sample the goods? It's beyond inappropriate, it's obscene, really, but at the very same time, it is the most delicious miracle.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eager eyes drift down to my jeans. "You or me?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I barely lived through the deblousing, no way I can manage him taking off my pants.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Me."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He grins and licks his damn lips.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I open my jeans and shimmy them over my hips, enjoying the twitch of his…<i>oh shit, come on, Bella, seriously? You're 46 and you can't say 'cock'? Even to yourself? </i>The large protrusion in his boxers twitches and I step out of my jeans while kicking my flats into the corner.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nice," he says quietly. "Black lace bikinis, very, very nice."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yours were a …good purchase as well." I roll my eyes at my idiotic comment and shake my head,embarrassed. "Sorry. I'm still nervous."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He smiles sweetly and opens his arms wide. "C'mere."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I take two steps closer and my nipples graze his skin. I gasp and lay my cheek against his chest. His arms close around me and hold me tight. Skin touches skin, muscles contract and relax, hearts pump, two people connect. His hands trail down my back, brushing over my panties. I do the same, exploring his smooth skin and tight muscles, not quite brave enough to sample below his waist.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly, I'm hoisted up and my heels automatically lock behind his back. He kisses me and I feel his rigid shaft against my panties, steel against molten lava. I twist and he flexes, we moan and pant.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He gets a wicked gleam in his eye and suddenly we're flying. A few dizzy seconds later, I'm dumped backwards onto the bed. Edward hooks his fingers into the top of my panties and drops a kiss on my stomach. "Ready?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for you," I answer honestly, but my slight nod gives him the answer he needs.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pinch my eyes closed as my panties make their long, slow slide down my legs. I tamp down my panic as he gets his first glimpse of my…<i>holy shit</i>! Hot, moist, slippery, wispy, soft…his mouth is over me, on me…<i>in</i> me. So much for thinking…</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It feels too good and too intimate and how can he know…and I'm squirming but he's holding me in his clutches…it's building and he's humming and the vibrations and the warm, wet tickle and…</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I peek down to see if this is real and his broad hands have me pinned to the bed and his wild shock of crazy bronze hair turns and bobs and…I…am…cared for…and…please don't stop I'll die if you stop and…</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A thousand pin pricks of light and that amazing quivery feeling and I'm squealing and giddy and now I'm giggling and free…</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's face pokes up from between my legs. "So was it good for you?" he asks with a giant grin.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There's probably a Hallmark card out there with the appropriate expression of gratitude for this occasion, but every time I try to form the words, they feel cheesy and wrong. I sigh a few more times, breezy and happy and push myself up onto my elbows. Before the smile even has a chance to fade, I order, "Stand up."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward, no dummy, gets to his feet as quickly as humanly possible. There's a wet spot on his boxers and the tip is poking out over the waistband. Most guys his age would've lost it already. It's time I show him what an experienced woman has to offer.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shimmy to the end of the bed and situate my face right in front of his…cock. <i>There, I said it.</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Flicking my eyes up past his washboard abs, I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly and gives me his undivided attention. I exhale a warm stream of air over the bulge. His eyelids tip and his jaw drops open just enough for a tiny moan to escape.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I touch my fingers to the tip and inch my hand slowly down toward his balls, delighting in the sway of his hips and his long, slow groan. His hands are wadded into fists; his restraint may be the sexiest thing about him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No, probably not.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hook my fingers into his waistband the same way he did mine. "Ready?" I tease.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"FUCK YES," he growls.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I carefully peel back the elastic so it doesn't catch and watch in fascination as the air hits him. He bobs a bit before straightening and reaching equilibrium. He's straight and thick, generous but not overwhelming, even-colored, nicely shaped, well tended, and obviously highly trained.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I help him out of his boxers and now we're both completely naked. Though he'd have no reason for a moment's insecurity, he must be curious about my reaction at this point, because I've been staring and marveling, but speechless.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I look up and I'm met with a pair of smoldering emeralds, and I say the very first thing that pops into my head. "You're perfect."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Touch me," he begs. There's not a shred of amusement in his voice, suddenly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My tongue flicks at his tip, lapping up his moisture and leaving mine in its place. His hands cup the back of my head with a whispered, "Fuuuuuuck!" as I slide closer and take him all the way into my mouth and halfway down my throat. I want desperately to please him more thoroughly than any previous lover. Sadly, I'm way out of practice.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once he fills my mouth and hands, once his musky scent invades my system, once he leans into me, trusts me, and once—<i>Dear God</i>—he whimpers, it's all so easy. I touch him, he responds. What he likes, I repeat. I become his instrument, and in turn, he sings out his pleasure. Before long, he's shuddering against me and uttering a stream of profanities and releasing into my mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm pretty sure I just saw the face of God."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I giggle at his hyperbole and slip into the bathroom to clean up. When I return, I'm surprised to see him stretched out along my bed, relaxed and comfortable, as if we'd been together for years, not minutes. One arm is stretched over his eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Comfy?" I ask, tossing him the towel.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes," he answers dreamily. "Just give me a minute."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"For what?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He peeks out from behind his arm, squinting at me. "You couldn't possibly think we're finished here?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I didn't want to assume anything." <i>Just because you're the most virile hunk of gorgeous man I've ever had the pleasure of touching</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He chuckles. "Whatever you didn't want to assume, double it. But in the meantime, could you please turn off the light? I think you blew out my optical nerves."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stare dumbly for too long and he smirks. "And could you grab me a condom from my back pocket on your way back to bed?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You brought condoms with you to Burlington? Thinking what? You'd meet some girls at a party?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He props himself up onto his elbows. "Biz, I already told you I've been crushing on you for ten years now. A guy can dream, can't he?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I dig into his pockets and find not one but three condoms, which I fan out like playing cards. "Some dreams ya got there, Edward Cullen."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With a smile brighter than the sun, he shrugs and says, "Sue me."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">*0o0*</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How do you want me?" he taunts in that bedroom voice that makes me want him every which way. Perched over my prone body, his hands grip the headboard and his sheathed cock rests against my thigh, thick and heavy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're the guy with ten years of fantasies. How do <i>you</i> want <i>me</i>?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He smiles and nips at my throat. "I pretty much run the gamut. You pick. Slow and gentle or rough and raw?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I grin. "All of the above?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Greedy," he laughs. "I like it!" Edward lowers himself onto my chest and stretches out along the length of my body. More sweet kisses as he shimmies into position, opening my legs and slipping his tip inside.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," I whisper, "it's been a while."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I won't hurt you," he assures me. "I promised, remember?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I lose myself in his deep pools of green as he inches his way inside. When he's finally there, all the way, my eyes roll up to the ceiling and I bite my lip to keep from crying out.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Does that feel good?" he whispers, his hips undulating gently.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"God, yes," I shudder, clutching my arms tightly around his back and opening myself to receive him fully.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Jesus, Biz, you're so hot and tight." <i>Thrust, thrust</i>. "And your skin is so soft." <i>Kiss, nip, lick</i>. "And you taste so…" <i>Thrust</i> "…fucking" <i>Thrust</i> "…good!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His lips clamp down on mine and I squeeze my walls around him, I want to make him feel so good. His sweaty skin glides along my stomach and chest and he touches me so deep inside. At first it's a tickle, then an itch, then it's a burning…animal…need…and he hits that spot over and over, and before we're both too far gone, I put my mouth to his ear and plead, "Take me against the wall!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He curses and growls and somehow manages to stay inside me while lifting us off the bed and slamming me against the nearest wall. He takes my nipple between his teeth and I squeal. He reaches a hand up to cover my mouth. "Shhh! They'll hear us!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nod solemnly and he lets go.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hold tight," he warns, plunging forward, letting out the sexiest damn grunt through his clenched jaws. I'm skewered and trapped. "This…raw…enough?" he guts out between thrusts.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Ungggh!"</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He slams me against the wall again and again. We're climbing the peak together, pushing each other to the crest, panting and thrusting and begging. He tenses and swears and stills, and as we explode together, he never stops kissing me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm still pinned against the wall five minutes later. Edward finally lifts his head and grins up at me, cocky and happy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Wanna let me down, Hercules?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not really," he says.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shrug. "Suit yourself." I drop my head to his shoulder.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He kisses the top of my head and grumbles, "I'm not saying goodbye to you in front of the guys tomorrow."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Goodbye</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come lie down and kiss me some more, Edward." He meets my eyes and nods.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It just hit me what I've been doing all weekend."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He grins. "Gettin' <i>Bizzy</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You did not just stop kissing me for that."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I should go back to Alice's room."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You should."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We should try to get some sleep."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Probably."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't want you to think about me once you get back to school."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What? That's crazy!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, Edward. I mean that. This was…amazing beyond words and I'll never forget it, but you're in your prime and I wouldn't want to be responsible for depriving—"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please stop."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's chest rises and falls against my side, finally lulled to sleep by my fingers scratching against his scalp. Pinholes of the breaking dawn seep through the blinds and I stamp this picture onto my memory: the beautiful, innocent boy I loved like a son merged with the man I now know as a lover.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Come what may, I will never regret this.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br />
</div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-60465731815962219162012-08-01T18:19:00.000-07:002012-08-31T18:19:43.643-07:00Nothing For Free<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Out of prison and in the care of Cullen Halfway House, Bella will do anything to survive.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre: Drama/Angst Word count: Pairing: Bella/Edward</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer:</b> I don't own Twilight.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Nothing For Free</b></span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Cullen Halfway House looked like a plantation house out of <i>Gone with the Wind</i>, more than a setup for ex-convicts and recovering addicts. All I'd heard since my release was how caring and wonderful the Cullen family was, how their sole purpose was to help people like me, a "reformed" druggie hooker, make a fresh start. The three-story building would be my home for the next nine months. If I didn't fuck it up.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I walked up the steps and onto the wrap-around porch. It was like a fairytale, a place I'd only ever seen in magazines and my dreams. As I moved to the red-painted door, I pulled the strap of my backpack higher on my shoulder. It wasn't much, but it was all I had: a pair of pants, a faded white tee, an extra bra, and one pair of panties. I thought about the small sewed pocket on the inside that I normally used to carry a stash of meth that now held five dollars in ones.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The itch to use was there, but the memory of detox was still fresh in my mind. I also didn't want to relive prison ever again.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My knuckles made a weak <i>rat tat</i> on the wood before the door flew open. An older woman with greying hair and a bright smile stood right in front of me.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hello, you must be Bella." She put her hand out, and I flinched at the swift movement. Her brow creased with a frown as she looked at her outstretched palm.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I immediately felt guilty and slipped my hand in hers. I couldn't fuck this up when I hadn't even made it through the front door yet.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Swallowing my nervousness, I stuck my hand in hers. "Yes, um, I'm Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The woman beamed with happiness, and I felt myself relax at the warm squeeze of her fingers. "It's nice to meet you, Bella. I'm Esme Cullen."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She led me inside after that, and I looked on in wonder as she gave me a tour of the house.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're the only one here right now, but we're expecting one more girl tomorrow. We usually have a full house. Breakfast is at seven, lunch at eleven-thirty, and dinner at six. You'll be given chores, and my daughter, Alice, will help you with job placement."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I blinked in disbelief at the back of her head as she led me up the stairs.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Three meals a day and they'd help me find a place to work?</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The rush of suspicion fluttered in my belly, an ingrained reaction I was sure I'd never outgrow.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme, oblivious to my inner turmoil, led me up the next flight of steps and to a closed door. She turned the handle slowly and cracked open the door, the old wood creaking with age. As she revealed the room, I felt my heart hammer in my chest. The bed was covered in a dark eggplant-colored comforter, a mound of pillows piled against the ornate headboard. There was a dresser with a small mirror above it, and the floor was covered in plush cream carpet.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"This is your room. There's an adjoining bathroom and a closet. Do you like it?"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My mouth went dry as I surveyed the immaculate room. "Mine?"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could see Esme nod out of the corner of my eye. "Yep, all yours. I'll let you get settled, and then in an hour you can meet everyone downstairs."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded, barely registering when she left me on my own. When I finally moved into the room, I closed the door behind me and tossed my backpack on the bed before flopping onto my back on the soft mattress. A sigh left my lips as I closed my eyes and let it all sink in.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was free.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Free from Jacob.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Free from meth.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Free from prison.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I knew it, I drifted off into a light sleep. Footsteps and the heavy voice of a man woke me up, my heart racing. I got up from the bed and darted toward the bathroom, my mind still hazy from sleep as I looked for a place to hide. Memories of Jacob's house, the men who came into the bedroom, flooded my mind. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my skin broke out into a cold sweat. I tried to calm myself, but the idea of a man right outside my door had me paralyzed. As the haze of sleep wore off, my body began to relax when a knock came at the door.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella! Mom sent me up here to get you. Says you need to meet the crew!"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I crept out of the bathroom and grabbed the bedroom door handle, turning it slowly before opening it to a large, burly man. His smile stretched across his face, but my eyes zeroed in on his thick arms. He looked like he could bench two of me. I eyed him warily, but he paid no attention as he stuck out his hand.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Name's Emmett. I'm hungry, so can we go downstairs?"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He didn't even wait for me to shake his hand before he turned around and started down the stairs.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I followed slowly behind him and into the kitchen where a petite woman with dark hair and a tall man with copper-colored hair stood side-by-side. The small woman had grey eyes that twinkled, and she radiated excitement that put me on edge. Her clothes were immaculate and clearly expensive. I self-consciously looked down at my own outfit, my faded jeans and black tank top no match for her stylish ensemble. I hadn't had a chance to shower or anything since I fell asleep. My eyes darted nervously to the man next to her, his tall, lean frame relaxed as he leaned against the island. With his arms cross over his chest, he looked down at me, his jade eyes burning a hole through me. He was handsome, his jaw dusted with stubble and his hair a mess of wayward strands.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I definitely didn't belong in the same room as these people. The urge to bolt made my palms itch and my toes wiggle in my ratty Chucks.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"This is my daughter, Alice, and my sons, Edward and Emmett."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turned at the sound of Esme's voice, and she smiled warmly.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry I fell asleep. I… I didn't get a chance to clean up."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A soft snort came from behind me, and I turned around to see Alice glaring at Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Alice's eyes darted to me, and her face softened. I shrugged, letting her know I was used to people judging me. What people thought of me wasn't too high on the totem pole of survival.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, how about we get started?" Esme asked as she pulled out a stool and sat down at the island.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I tried to ignore Edward's unwavering stare as Esme gave me the house rules. I was going to be responsible for doing the laundry, a chore I got quite good at in prison. Alice and Emmett chimed in every once in a while, but Edward remained eerily silent. I could feel his eyes on me, and instead of the disgust I would normally feel at a man's attention, I found myself growing curious about the quiet man.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I finally got the courage to look over at Edward, I was met with a hateful glare that made me flinch in fear. Edward frowned before his expression softened slightly. The emotions that radiated off of him were making my head spin.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once Esme was through with the rules, she dismissed her children to the dining room for dinner, leaving the two of us alone.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Esme, I um… I really appreciate you taking me in, but… but maybe I'm not a right fit. I don't think Edward likes me very much, and I don't want to cause any trouble."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme made a clucking sound with her tongue. "Nonsense. Edward's just moody. You'll fit right in."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She patted my hand and scooted back from the island before joining her family for dinner. I took a moment to calm my nerves before taking my seat at the table.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That was the first night I had dinner at the table, much like I pictured a real family would.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Over the next two weeks, I got acclimated in my new home. Emmett and Alice were very helpful, teaching me the ropes and helping me go through want ads. Even Esme's husband, Carlisle, was welcoming. It seemed the only Cullen who went out of his way to not speak to me was Edward. I didn't mind that he was quiet. It was the glares and unnerving looks he gave as I walked past his office or while he was out cleaning the pool. I wasn't sure what I'd done, but the fear that just his dislike of me could cause me to be out on my ass or back in prison scared me shitless.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One Saturday afternoon, as I passed by Edward in the hallway, I tripped on a loose shoestring, which sent me tumbling forward. I immediately felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, my body suspended above the floor. The awkward way in which he caught me left Edward's hand right over my breast, cupping me through my shirt. When I looked up, I found him staring down at me, his eyes burning with disgust. I stood, my whole body tingling from the warm touch of his hand. My ass brushed against his cock, hard beneath the rough denim of his jeans. Edward groaned as I gasped at the contact, my whole body set on fire at the feel of him. His hand slid down to my waist and pulled me back, his hips thrusting against me in an urgent stroke.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," I sighed, breaking whatever spell he'd fallen into. The moment his name left my lips, he jumped back as if I'd burned him and took off down the hall.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tears welled in my eyes, and I began to panic. What if he told Esme I came on to him? What if he lied and said I propositioned him? The Cullens would surely kick me out if they thought I was trying to turn tricks under their roof. Not wanting to burst into tears in the middle of the hall, I ran back to my room and shut the door. Curled up on my new bed I cried, praying Edward wouldn't turn this into something it wasn't. I tripped and he caught me. It wasn't my fault he got a hard-on from touching my boob. But who would believe an ex-druggie hooker over the Cullen son?</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not a damn soul.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Knowing I'd have to wait it out, I eventually fell asleep. When I woke up it was dark outside, and I quietly ventured out of my room and found the office door wide open. Timidly I knocked on the frame, and he looked up at me from his place behind the large oak desk on the far side of the room.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes?" he asked his voice gravely.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shifted into the room. The light of the desk lamp cast Edward's face in a shadow that made it hard to see him clearly.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I… I wanted to talk to you about earlier." I stuck the tip of my thumb in my mouth, gnawing on the nail in nervousness.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward leaned forward. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms as he laid them across the desktop."What about it?"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I knew there were two things I could do: ask him flat out what he intended to do about the situation or offer myself up first, show him that I was willing to play ball if it kept a roof over my head and my ass out of jail.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not sure if he'd be truthful with me after the way he ran out, I decided to give it my best shot. Disgust rolled in my gut as I dropped my hip and brushed my hair over my shoulder, using every tactic I'd learned. With a sway in my step, I moved closer to Edward's desk. His eyes widened as the nervous kitten in me melted away right before him.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know you're probably used to nicer girls, you know, cleaner, prettier. But… I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep my place here. I know what happened earlier was an accident, but I know how men think. I know what I'm good at."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's laugh stopped me short. It was a dark and deep sound that made me shudder. For a moment I even felt a twinge of fear.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you propositioning me?"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My heart hammered in my chest as he leaned back in his chair.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Maybe I misinterpreted what you were trying to say, but it sounded like you're willing to let me do whatever I want to you in exchange for a place to live." The way he talked, harsh and a hint of disgust coloring his words, made my stomach drop. "Is that right, Bella?"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stepped back and opened my mouth to speak, but stopped when Edward pushed away from his desk and stood up.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Your offer could have you thrown out on your ass right now. Did you even think about that?"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded my head, adrenaline seeping into my veins. His fiery stare kept me in my spot even as my body wanted to run.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So you thought you could offer me your body because I got a little hard after touching your tit?" He gave a chuckle and my stomach sank.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Shame welled inside of me. Of course he wouldn't want me. I was nothing but a dirty whore.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tears pooled in my eyes, but Edward paid no attention as he walked around the desk and stood in front of me. With one finger he traced my bottom lip. The soft pad glided over my skin, and I fought the urge to run my tongue across the tip. I didn't like the way my body responded to him, but I wasn't sure I could stop it.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll admit I've wondered what your mouth would feel like on my cock. Would you be able to take all of me? Whores should be able to deep throat right? Did you charge extra to swallow?" His mocking tone made my lip tremble, but I managed to keep the tears at bay.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward roughly grabbed my chin, and I gasped at the rough jerk. "I asked you a question."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shook my head, barely able to move with the tight grip he kept on me. "Jacob didn't charge extra."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't have any control over how much I charged for something. Jacob set the prices. From blowjobs to anal.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't say that fucker's name!" Edward barked, and I flinched.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For a brief moment I saw a flicker of worry in his eyes before it was gone.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ok! Ok I won't. I'm sorry," I babbled, hoping he wouldn't get violent or anything.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't want to have to explain bruises to Esme.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward let go of my chin and took a step back before lowering his zipper. I kept my eyes on his face as he pulled out his cock.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Look at it." His tone left no room for argument, so I did as I was told.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was long and thick, the tip dark pink as he worked his hand in slow strokes up and down.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For the first time in a long time, I felt the flood of arousal between my legs. I hadn't actually wanted to suck cock in years. I swallowed back a sob as I tried to fight my body's reaction. Edward was handsome and sexy, but he only wanted to use me like every other man, only this time, I was doing it of my own free will.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You want this?" he taunted, and I nodded my head.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then get over here and suck it."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took one quick stride and sank to my knees on the hardwood floor. Memories of damp concrete and musty motel rooms threatened to spill behind my eyes, but I pushed them away in favor of a pleasant fantasy. I imagined Edward as my boyfriend, alone in our apartment after he came home from work. The harsh grip he had on my hair turned into light caresses, loving and sensual.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pulled him deeper into my mouth, and Edward gave a low "fuck" as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just as I started to get into it, my imagination creating such a beautiful place, Edward pulled out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I can't… I can't do this."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Wrenched from my fantasy, the tears finally spilled over.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry. Is there something else you want? I'll do better. I promise. Please, don't kick me out!" My hands gripped his shirt as I begged him.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's face was full of horror. A sob finally tore from my throat. I felt myself start to panic, my throat constricting with each breath.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please, please I'll do whatever you want. I don't want to go back to Jacob. I want to be good. I can be good for you." The words tumbled out of my mouth, and I couldn't stop them.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Edward's arms wrapped around me, my knees gave out.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck! I'm sorry, Bella. It was wrong of me to do this with you. I knew… fuck… I… you make me crazy. I didn't want to want you. I didn't want this."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I fought his hold, but he held me tightly against his chest.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If he didn't want me, then I didn't have anything to offer. He would tell Esme, and then I'd be out of there.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please… please this is my only chance. I won't talk. You can do whatever you want to me. I won't scream or cry. I'll take it. I just… please, I don't have anything else to give you. I've got five dollars in my backpack. You can take it. Just don't kick me out. Do… do you have friends? I can… I don't mind…"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A rough growl sounded in Edward's throat, and he started to shake me, gripping my upper arms so hard. "Don't talk like that. Shut up, Bella. I don't… you don't need to do this, okay? I promise I won't kick you out. Jesus fuck what have I done?"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was hysterical by the time he let me go, and I slumped to the floor. I was confused. If he didn't want me for that, then why did he let me suck him?</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I… don't know what to do. I shouldn't have done this, but I thought… I thought if I could just get you out of my system, that you wouldn't even care. I was mad that you made me feel this way. But you don't deserve to be anyone's whore. I'm sorry I treated you that way."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I looked up at him from my spot on the floor, disbelief welling inside of me.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was a whore. I wasn't good for anything other than a hard fuck. Of course I deserved it.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't look at me like that, Bella. I did this all wrong. I'm sorry."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When he kneeled down in front of me, his face mere inches from mine, tears continued to stream down my cheeks. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing under my eyes as he looked down at me.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please don't cry."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was the soft touch of his lips against my forehead that calmed me, my sobs stopping instantly. I hadn't felt something so tender in years. I could almost feel the tickle of my father's mustache on my skin. But Edward wasn't my father. He was a man I tried to have sex with in order to not end up on the street. I felt a surge of shame cover me, guilt that rolled in my gut. I didn't have time to dwell on those horrible feelings because Edward tilted my head back, those same lips gently over my own. The warmth of his breath ghosted into my open mouth, and I closed my lips, wanting the flavor of him on my tongue.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry, Bella. So very sorry." His words were feather-light, and I sighed as his hands cupped my cheeks, cradling my face in his hands like I was made of porcelain.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded, unsure if I was acceptng his apology or just ready for his lips to be on mine again. I didn't have to wait long, his mouth pressing a needy but gentle kiss, his tongue swiping hot and wet. As if by instinct, I opened my mouth, taking his tongue into mine. It rolled fluid across my tongue, tasting and teasing, and I moaned into his mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward broke away with a soft laugh. "That's a nice sound."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I giggled, and his mouth went right back to where it had been, kissing me with deep strokes of his tongue.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When he pushed against me, forcing me onto my back, I momentarily panicked. The thought of having a man over me… in me… scared me. I pulled my mouth from his, turning my head away.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward gently grabbed my shoulders, his knees between my open legs. "No. Come back."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With teary eyes I looked up at him, his faced etched with worry.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you want to stop?"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Five words had never made me feel so safe. Never had any of the Johns Jacob brought into the house or forced me to meet on the street had ever reassured me that way. This was different.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was different.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shook my head. He eyed me carefully, as if he didn't believe me. I wasn't sure how far I could go, but I wanted to feel good again. I wanted someone to touch me for me, not just for the pleasure my body could bring them.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Wanting to reassure him, I pushed up onto my forearms and pressed my lips to his in a quick kiss. "I want to know what it's like to feel good again."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward searched my face and must have found what he was looking for because when his mouth met mine again it was needy and rough. I moaned when his hands slipped into my hair, cradling the back of my head as I slid back down to the floor. One hand left my hair and trailed over my shoulder and down to my breast. Edward palmed me with a firm hand, not too rough, but with enough pressure that I shuddered at his touch. I could feel my nipple pebble beneath his palm and the denim between my legs grow damp.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't remember the last time I'd gotten wet from a man's touch.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Edward's knee pressed between my legs, I moaned embarrassingly loud. Instead of laughing or stopping what he was doing, Edward broke our kiss and pressed harder between my legs, moving the tip of his knee until he rubbed over my clit, the seam of my jeans hitting me in just the right spot.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please!" I gasped as my hands gripped his back, pulling him closer.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward rested his forehead against my neck, his hot breaths ghosting over my collarbone. He lowered himself between my legs, my thighs cradling his hips. When his cock pressed against my center I bucked my hips, wanting the friction he could give me.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His moist lips trailed along my throat as he rocked into me, giving me just enough until I started to whine softly.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you begging me?" Edward asked, amusement coloring his tone.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded, unable to find the words as he pushed up onto his forearm and moved his right hand down my body and to the button on my jeans. With an expert touch he popped the button and lowered the zipper, my heart racing and my body trembling.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wanted him. I needed him to make me feel good even if it was wrong.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward worked his hand into my pants and under the waistband of my underwear. His fingers trailed through my short curls and twisted until his palm was face up, gently tickling my folds. When he worked one finger into me, thrusting so gently, I clenched my eyes and gritted my teeth. I'd never had anything inside me that actually felt good. I was waiting for the searing pain that normally followed penetration, but it never came.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Help me get your pants down. Want to see my fingers inside you," Edward grunted, his eyes trained on the open fly of my jeans.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I lifted my hips and swiftly pulled the denmim down to my upper thighs, giving him room enough to work with. A second finger slipped inside me, and Edward thrust harder, filling me with his digits in swift strokes.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Does that feel good?" he asked.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded, unable to form coherent words.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It felt better than good.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The tightening in my belly was foreign, like chasing a beautiful dream on the edge of consciousness.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His finger brushed over my clit, and I screamed. Edward's hand immediately clamped over my mouth, smothering my cry. I felt a gush of wetness between my legs.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, fuck, you like that?" Edward sounded as surprised as I felt.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Was it wrong that him holding me down, silencing my cries, turned me on?</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Did that make me a freak? A whore?</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's fucking hot."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My body heated with arousal. No one had ever said I was hot before. I wanted Edward to want me. To want me as much as I wanted him.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I reached between our bodies and gripped him through his jeans, but Edward moved my hand out of the way. "If you touch me now I won't last long enough to get inside you."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The thought of Eward filling me, thrusting his cock inside me, coupled with the steady thrust of his fingers threw me over the edge, and I came with a cry against his warm palm. Tears of relief and pleasure trailed down my cheeks.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's eyes were full of lust as I blinked up at him, my vision clouded with my tears.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Did you… did you?"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded, my arms going around his neck. My lips brushed against his Adam's apple as I whispered a soft "thank you."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My breasts pressed into Edward's chest, and he groaned.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want more," I said as I lifted my hips, trying my best to rub against his covered cock.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward didn't waste any time, sitting up to kneel between my legs and digging his wallet out of his back pocket. When he produced a small foil packet, he looked down at me, his face a mix of apology and want.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shook my head at him and gave a small smile. "It's okay."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He nodded, and I reached for his waist, opening his pants and lowering his zipper. His cock was hard as it pressed against his boxers, tenting the soft cotton. I throbbed between my legs, my body wanting him even more. Edward tore open the wrapper as I pushed his boxer briefs down his hips, freeing his cock. It bobbed between us, thick and long. I watched in fascination as he gripped the base and rolled the thin latex over the tip and down the shaft. I managed to get my jeans farther down, and then one leg out of them to give him room to settle back between my legs. I slid onto my back, ready to feel him inside me. Edward pressed the tip to my entrance and I tensed.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's okay, baby. Let me make you feel good."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My body relaxed at his words, and Edward pressed forward, filling me, stretching me. Instead of the dry pain I normally felt, the slight ache was welcome as my body invited him in. When his hips sat flush against mine there was a moment, as his eyes roamed over my face, that I relished in the tenderness in his expression before it was replaced with a fiery hunger. He pulled his hips back, pulling his cock almost all the way out of me before slamming back in, my body scooting against the wood floor beneath us.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh!" I gasped, unsuspecting of the white hot pleasure that filled me from head to toe.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck that's good. You feel so good." Edward rambled as he set a hard pace.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Each thrust grounded me and set me soaring. It was pure agony and ecstasy all in one.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Instead of shutting his eyes or glaring down at me with disgust, Edward kept his eyes open, taking in every gasp and moan.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt so beautiful, so desirable as he filled me over and over. I didn't want it to end. The tightening in my belly was back and it was exciting, but sad at the same time. What would happen when it was over? Would he tell me to leave now that he'd used me? I felt my pleasure wane as thoughts filled my head, but suddenly Edward's fingers gripped my chin, forcing my eyes on him.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm right here. Right here with you. Feel me. Feel how hard I am. How much I want you."</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A sob ripped through me. I hadn't realized how much I needed to here that. No matter what happened, Edward wanted me right now, in this moment. It was at that realization that pleasure crashed over me, my cries smothered by Edward's mouth. His tongue invaded my mouth the way his cock filled my body.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When his thrusts became erratic, I knew he was close. My hands found his ass, gripping and pulling him closer as he stilled, emptying into the condom. His cock twitched as he came inside me. All the feelings that normally accompanied a man's pleasure nowhere in sight.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was the kisses Edward peppered along my throat that kept the ugly thoughts away. I didnt even mind the grunt he gave when he reluctantly pulled out of me. I didn't shy away when he helped me pull my jeans and underwear back up my legs.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you okay?" Edward asked as he pulled off the condom.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded shyly, unsure of what was supposed to happen next.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You sure?" He eyed me carefully out of the corner of his eye.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Was I sure?</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward looked at the trash in his hand, and a soft pink colored his cheeks, a boyish look creeping onto his handsome face.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, I'm getting there."</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-19050034827456905062012-07-31T20:25:00.000-07:002012-08-29T20:25:57.420-07:00Open the Door<div class="p1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1">You don't always realize you've knocked on the door of sin until it's too late to leave. Mormon missionary Edward knocks on Bella's door. Rating: M (for smut and Mormons)</span><span class="s2"> </span><span class="s1">Genre: Romance/Angst Word Count: 5,266 Pairing: Edward/Bella</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span></span></div><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer</b>: Stephenie Meyer owns all except the plot, which pokes a little fun at her religion. Be warned, this may be offensive to the religiously sensitive.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p3" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Open the Door</span></b></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I should have known the dangers of going to college near a Mormon temple. You're always in jeopardy of bumping into missionaries, no matter where you live, but moving next to one of their temples is like inviting them to knock on your door.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And that's exactly what happened.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My friend Alice and I rented a tiny house, a block away from our university. Another mistake. If I'd lived in the dorms, the missionaries would have never knocked on our door.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Alice was out with her boyfriend that rainy Saturday afternoon. I used the rain as an excuse to wear slippers around the house and vacuum. I had moved on to popping a load of towels in the wash when the knock came.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This was our second year in this little house and never once had we gotten unexpected visitors at the door. It was also raining outside—why would anyone be out in this weather?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I abandoned the towels without starting the washing machine and approached the door softly, quietly. I'd heard a few classmates talk about missionaries knocking on the door. "They'll smile real pretty and make you feel like a shit for not talking to them. Don't answer the door."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If it was missionaries, I planned to make a swift retreat and act like I wasn't home.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I squinted through the peephole and, sure enough, two missionaries were on my doorstep. They wore matching suits, blue ties, blue nametags, and even matching smiles. I probably would have turned away and never thought of them again, if I hadn't taken a further look. The one on the left was gorgeous. He had the golden boy look down all the way to his blond hair and blue eyes. The one on the right made me breathless. Even through the cloudy eyehole, I could see his sparkling green eyes, brightened by his reddish hair. Most interesting was the playful way he twisted the umbrella in his hand.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt a little sad for them, standing in the rain for what they undoubtedly valued as God's work. I wasn't religious. My mother had played with Buddhism for a while and my father's only church was his fishing boat. Still, they raised me to have morals and values like any upstanding citizen. Maybe rudely ignoring them wasn't the right thing to do.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I opened the door and smiled shyly. "Can I help you?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good afternoon," the blond said brightly, relieved someone had answered the door. I vaguely wondered if they'd been knocking on doors all day. "We're from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I scrunched up my nose. "Uh…Mormons?" I clarified, unsure if there was a second religion running around in ties proselytizing to the masses.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The green-eyed one's grin broadened. I suddenly got the feeling he was forcing his eyes to stay on my face. I conscientiously crossed my arms, wondering if I was showing more cleavage than was acceptable in their religion. I had been cleaning alone in my own house. I was allowed to wear a spaghetti strap.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, Mormon is an accurate description, or LDS," he answered.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Glancing closer, I saw their nametags: Elder Cullen and Elder Masen. "Elder? You don't look old," I said, leaning in toward Elder Masen to see his nametag better. He smelled good, possibly from some kind of masculine body wash.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Elder Cullen nodded. I could feel the excitement radiating from him, thrilled I was showing interest, however minimal. "It's a position of priesthood in our church." I still didn't get it, but he continued. "We'd love to tell you more about our faith and Jesus Christ—if you're interested."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I—" I faltered. Elder Masen with the green eyes was still holding that unbearably perfect smile. If he were not dressed so immaculately and reeking of purity, I would have asked him out for coffee. Some eye candy for my dreary afternoon might not be so bad, though, and the boys looked like they needed a break from the rain. "Sure. Come on in," I said. I thought inviting two strange men into my home wasn't so bad since they were Mormon missionaries.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They thanked me and stepped into the entryway. "I'm Bella Swan."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm Elder Cullen."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Elder Masen." The green-eyed one tapped his nametag.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nice to meet you," I said, letting them close their umbrellas and set them against the wall to drip on the tile. I thought about their wet shoes and detoured to the kitchen, keeping my freshly cleaned carpets pristine. Alice had bought an adorable knockoff antique table where I directed my visitors to sit.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Would you like a drink of water? Or I have some Coke," I offered, gesturing to the fridge.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Water, please," Elder Cullen said, sharing a quick look with Elder Masen. I had the feeling I'd made some unknown faux pas.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Water for me, too," Elder Masen said. I was arranging three glasses of water when I remembered something about Mormons not drinking caffeine. Well, that was silly, I thought, passing them the glasses of water. Suddenly nervous, I took a seat closest to Elder Masen.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sorry," I said. "I forgot you all don't drink caffeine or I wouldn't have offered."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not a problem," Elder Cullen assured me. "Happens all the time."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, painfully aware that while they looked my age we had absolutely nothing in common. Maybe I was just wasting their time inviting them inside to talk.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, how does this usually work?" I asked, struggling to keep myself from devouring the eye candy beside me too obviously. His Book of Mormon sat ominously between where our hands rested on the table.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Elder Cullen chuckled, perhaps a little nervous himself. "There's no set lesson or anything. You could start by telling us what you already know about us."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thus began an awkward conversation about the LDS church. I don't remember much about the conversation. What I do remember is the way Elder Masen wiped sweaty hands on his pant legs and how plump and kissable his lips looked. I remember his dark green eyes straining to look into my face and the three times they failed. I remember the heat through my body when I felt him looking at me like I was a desirable woman. I unexpectedly wanted to be converted, if only to see Elder Masen again.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thirty minutes later, still scratching my head over what they had told me, I had a few questions of my own.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How long do you two have to do this—missionary thing?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Two years," they answered in unison, grinning real, unpracticed smiles this time.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We've been doing this for six months so far," Elder Cullen explained.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What about college and—the rest of your lives?" I asked, sincerely curious.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Elder Masen shrugged. "God's work is more important."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And at the time, I think Elder Masen really believed that.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was for selfish reasons I pretended to be interested in their church. The truth was I couldn't let Elder Masen leave without the hope of seeing him again. I took his Book of Mormon, promising to read some before their next visit Tuesday afternoon when I finished with classes.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was an odd read, for someone whose only experience with religious text was from hotel bibles. It was more like a narrative than I had expected, but…I didn't really understand the deep meaning I was meant to find in it. Elder Cullen had spoke of it like with was divine literature.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, I did what Elder Cullen has gently advised me <i>not</i> to do. I got online and researched. First the book itself, which I discovered they held up as scripture along with the regular bible. Then I found myself entrenched in articles about Joseph Smith, Brigham Young, and polygamy. I decided, since I was already overloaded with information, I would see what the internet had to say about missionaries.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My mouth dropped open, staring at my computer screen.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No wonder they seemed so practiced and professional. They were taught how to smile. Creepy. More significant was the strict regulations they were under. They were discouraged from most forms of entertainment and even phone calls home. And while I had been under the impression that Cullen and Masen had been their first names—reversible names that they were—they were in fact their last names. They were also not supposed to share their first names with me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I also discovered why missionaries were always in pairs. As assigned <i>companions</i>, they were never to let the other out of their sight during their mission. They lived together, ate together, converted together, everything together except going to the bathroom. Seriously, they were required to share a bedroom.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All to stay physically safe and physically pure. By all accounts, they were both virgins, too. After that revelation, I had to get off the computer. I was in over my head.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Alice got home late that night, I confessed my sins. When I finished telling her about my visit with the missionaries, she was lost to a five-minute giggle fit.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I just—I just can't believe you're stringing along these innocent guys so you have some eye candy."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I crossed my arms. "Alice. They're hot. And they wear ties." As if that made a difference.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know what Mormons look like," Alice said. "And it isn't hot. You must have a Mormon kink or something."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stuck my tongue out at her. "You could hang around when they visit next Tuesday if you want to see for yourself."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No freaking way," she said vehemently. "I'm going to purposely schedule a long study session in the library. You're on your own."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tuesday came and I realized, as much as I liked Elder Masen, it would be hard to romance him under the conditions of his mission. Particularly with Elder Cullen supervising like a watchful bird of prey. We chatted innocently about what I'd read in the Book of Mormon, each of them sharing testimonies of why they believed in it so fervently.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't hear much of what Elder Masen said. I only processed the passion he spoke with as his eyes lit up and his hands moved to express what his mouth could not. I wanted him to feel that passion for me, not a book. I was growing dangerously attached to my Mormon, falling deep and fast.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They stayed for an hour on the second visit and at the end, Elder Cullen looked between me and Elder Masen and then asked me a cautious question. "Bella, would you be more comfortable speaking to a pair of sisters?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Elder Masen jerked his head, barely hiding his look of horror as he glanced at his companion. It was like getting a person in a play to break character. I lost my uncertainty about my own act. I didn't know where this was going, but I would play along for at least one more visit.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sisters? Like—female versions of you?" I said, having no intention of taking up his offer.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes. Some girls prefer to talk to other girls," Elder Cullen said. "I know Sister Platt and Sister Hale would love to meet you."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A bit my lip, playing up my uncertainty. "I don't know. I already feel comfortable with you two. Is it okay if we keep up these visits? I don't want to rush into anything."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure," Elder Masen hurried to say, one of his rare, untaught smiles on his face again. "We'd be happy to come again."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I grinned. <i>Come</i> again. I wondered about the rules of self-pleasure for missionaries. After all, Elder Masen had time alone in the shower every day. I hoped he thought of me the next time he came. "Great. We'll meet again Thursday?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thursday at four," Elder Cullen confirmed. I heard the tension in his voice. The tension was what drove me to investigate. I showed them out the door and pressed my ear to the wood, listening. I only heard Elder Cullen say, "We need to be careful with her," before they walked out of range.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I should have felt guiltier. Here was an innocent boy trying to fulfill his calling, and I was trying to screw it all up for him. And screw it up I would, if I succeeded in my goal, because certainly, I wasn't going to convert for him. I remembered my mother's foray into Buddhism for a man. Bad idea. I would only join a religion if I felt it in my whole heart. All I felt in my heart was Elder Masen.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">On Thursday, our visit felt more like a conversation than a strained lesson. Both Elders were excited to talk about their faith to me and when we stumbled upon marriage, I found myself taken in by their enthusiasm for the first time.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Marriage isn't until death do us part," Elder Masen said, holding his eyes intently on mine. "It's eternal. Beyond death."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt warm down to my toes.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't help myself. "I can see the appeal."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They continued telling me about what their church could offer me, when I remembered something from my research. "I have to ask something."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Anything," Elder Masen prompted, earning an exasperated look from his companion.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why are you known for polygamy if you don't actually practice it anymore?" There were sectors that continued to practice polygamy, but from what I'd researched, the main church did not recognize them.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My visitors looked uncomfortable at my new topic, although Elder Cullen swiftly explained. "At the time, it was something the people needed to survive when they were driven to go west to Utah. Women needed protection, a husband. It's not something we approve of today. Not at all," he emphasized.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't wholly believe his story, but I could understand why they would want to sweep that history under the rug. Many religions had pasts they weren't proud of today.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm glad. I don't think I'd ever be able to share my future husband," I said, unable to look away from Elder Masen. He blushed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's something to think about," Elder Cullen said loudly, breaking up our moment. I wasn't surprised when he made their excuses and left with only promises of returning next Tuesday.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I listened at the door again. "I think she could really be our first success," Elder Masen said.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Elder Cullen snorted. "For your sake, I hope so."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I spent the rest of my night trying to keep a smile off my guilty face.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Alice walked in and after one look said, "If you become a Mormon, I'm moving out."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tuesday came and the topic drifted from church to me. I told the missionaries about my boring life, exempting my kooky mother. I was studying to be a teacher—I laughed when Elder Masen said he would be doing that too, after his mission was over.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was their longest visit yet and I'd pumped them full of water. I wasn't surprised when Elder Cullen finally gave up and asked where my bathroom was. "It's the first door on the right," I said, jittery with nerves. I would have a moment <i>alone</i> with Elder Masen. He looked equally pleased, the real smile appearing fleetingly.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," he whispered. "Can I ask you an honest question?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, anything," I said breathlessly.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you…are you serious about this?" He pointed to the Book of Mormon I'd been slowly reading my way through. "I need to know," he said desperately.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I swallowed. I couldn't lie. I couldn't to his sweet, hopeful face. I knew when I answered this would be over. They couldn't waste time on me if I wasn't respecting their religion and their purpose as missionaries. I took a deep breath and leaned forward. "I'm serious about <i>this</i>," I said. Before I could lose my courage, I pressed my lips to his, showing him the passion I wanted him to feel for me. I grabbed his tie, tugging him closer.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pleasure shuddered down my back when I felt his hesitant, guilty return of my kiss. "Bella," he sighed. I sucked in his hot breath, panting against my mouth. "I can't—" His hands dove into my hair, kissing me hard and fast. He pulled back, casting his eyes to the table.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Where the book laying there brought him back to his senses.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Can you at least tell me your name before you go?" I asked softly, feeling the disappointment I always knew would come after I decided to play this reckless game of pretend.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Elder Masen smiled. His real, true smile blinded me with its beauty. "It's Edward."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Elder Cullen returned, glancing between us suspiciously. I think he had a decent idea what had happened during his bathroom break. "We need to be going," he said, straightening his tie as a signal for Edward to do the same. Edward's cheeks reddened and he hurriedly fixed the tie I had loosened.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was an awkward moment where no one knew what to do. I picked up the Book of Mormon and handed it back to Edward. He reluctantly accepted it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Give this to someone who has an open heart for it," I said, looking for one last time into his green eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I listened at the door one last time after they left. The silence told me all I needed to know.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Alice took me out for coffee to show me the benefits of not being Mormon. "You really don't want to be Mormon. Could you give up the delicious taste of espresso?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No," I said glumly. "But no one would need to know if I drank it on the sly, right?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You would be a terrible Mormon. And I get the feeling your Elder Masen needs a woman who can name the Ten Commandments."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're right. He needs a temple recommend kind of woman."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What the hell does that mean?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mormon stuff," I said. "Hey—want to go take a peek at the Mormon temple? I told Elder Masen I would, but I didn't get the chance before. Well. Before I made out with him."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Alice laughed, rolling her eyes. "Fine. Let's go do a drive by."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We drove to the temple, only a short drive away. It was a magnificent, off-limits building. Beautiful to look at, yet it would take real dedication to get inside it. Edward could get in, I thought. He was the perfect Mormon. He paid tithes, was in church every Sunday, studied scriptures and prayed regularly. I could never do that.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was apathetic to religion.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's pretty," Alice said. "What do they do in there that's so special we can't get in?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Marriages, baptisms, other stuff we didn't get to before our sessions ended."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She put the car in park at the very back of the parking lot. "Are you sure you aren't going Mormon on me?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I laughed darkly. "I'm sure."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Did you ever think about converting your Elder Masen to your side of things?" she asked.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He's so genuine, so passionate about his beliefs. I loved that about him. I wouldn't want to tarnish that with my ungodly ideas." I sighed. "Besides, it's not just a religion. There's a culture to it. It's not something he can just give up."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"People do it all the time," she said.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As tempting as it was, I couldn't do that to my missionary. I didn't want to be his downfall.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A week after Edward left, I found myself watching reruns on cable in my pajamas and slippers. Alice had texted she was too lazy to come home from her boyfriend's house, which was just code for she was too tired to drive after having sex all evening. I tossed my phone away, irrationally angry at her happiness.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My missionary was on my mind.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was nearly midnight when a knock came, three solid taps. I froze, searching for my phone to see if Alice had come home after all. Why would she knock, though? I adjusted my pajamas, making sure everything was covered and presentable. I was once again in a spaghetti strap top and shorts when I opened the door to Elder Masen.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was wearing casual clothes this time in the form of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He looked like a wet dream. "Edward? What—what are you doing here?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He smiled weakly. "I'm sorry to show up like this. I hope I didn't wake you. Can I come in?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure," I said, letting him follow me into our dinky living room. I turned off the television, remembering missionaries were discouraged from watching it. Then again, they were more than discouraged from leaving their companion. Yet here he was. "Where's Elder Cullen?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Asleep. I'm praying he doesn't wake up and notice I'm gone. He'll report me for sure." He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it. "And he'll know exactly where I went."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He will?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward nodded. "I can't stay away from you. The thought of never seeing you again—I can't stand it," he said. He walked closer to me, grabbing my hands and pulling me to sit beside him on the couch.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What about your mission? You still have a year and a half left."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I know. I <i>know</i>," he said, frustrated. He let my hands go, rubbing his face tiredly. "This mission was meant to reaffirm my faith, not leave me doubting and questioning everything."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My heart broke. "I hope that's not my fault."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, Bella. It's not your fault. I…I'm sure I look like the ideal Mormon on the outside. The sisters certainly think so. But Elder Cullen is a far better Mormon than I am. A far stronger man, too," he confessed. "You know, we aren't supposed to hug the sisters, let alone date them. But Elder Cullen is head over heels for Sister Platt. He'll have to wait until his mission is over to do anything about it, no matter how much he wants her. Some of us wouldn't follow the rules so closely. Carlisle—Elder Cullen—he will. If he were in my shoes, he never would have come here tonight."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I bit my lip, trying to stay focused on my new goal. I was giving Edward up, not seducing him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not good for you. I'm not Mormon and I can't ever be Mormon," I said. "I just don't have the heart for it."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward closed his eyes. "I don't <i>care</i>. I want you."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You don't mean it. It's this tank top talking," I said, trying to lighten the mood. I crossed my arms, hoping to banish the temptation.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's the same one you were wearing the first day we met," he said, staring more openly than he had that rainy day. "I was trying to be polite but I just wanted to stare at your tits," he confessed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tits?" I giggled. "Can you say that?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm Mormon, not a monk," he teased. The young man underneath showed through. Yes, he had the exterior he portrayed to the world as a Mormon missionary. There was also the man underneath. A passionate man who loved his God, his church, and his family. Family was so important to him, I remembered. His family who would be devastated if he was sent home early from his mission.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward. Maybe you should go before Elder Cullen wakes up and see you're gone. I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He paused. "Do you not want me here?" he asked uncertainly.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I do want you here. I want you to stay all night," I said truthfully. "But I don't want to ruin your life, either."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It won't ruin my life. Plenty of missionaries go home in shame," he said jokingly. I heard the worry in his voice, though. He didn't want that for himself.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me…why did you come back to my doorstep?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I think I'm falling in love with you," he said. "That's why I came back." He reached out, cupping my face. "Do you feel the same? Honesty only, please."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I do. I really do."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then don't try to send me away again," he ordered and found my lips with his own. There was no table between us this time and we embraced with everything we had. Hands wandered over arms, shoulders, and chests as we kissed. I took the lead, deepening our kiss with my tongue. His mouth tasted minty. He'd prepared for this, I thought distantly. It brought a tremor down my spine. My missionary had gone into sin with forethought.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The couch creaked beneath us as Edward gently pressed me down, maneuvering so my legs wrapped around his jean-covered hips. There was no question Edward was enjoying this when I felt his hard member grind against me. His mouth traveled down to my neck, nibbling gently. I lost it when his hands moved to cup my ass, bringing me even closer to his confined cock.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit," I hissed, then immediately clapped a hand over my mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I'm not a saint. Swear all you want." He grinded against me again. "I want you to express your pleasure however you want." I moaned, feeling the hard heat of him against me. Wetness coated my panties. "Yeah, moan like that. Sounds—so good," he panted.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt empowered by the pleasure coursing through me. I nudged him into a sitting position, kissing him long and urgently until he was trying to get me into his lap.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"C'mon. I don't want to do this on this uncomfortable couch." I took his hand and, laughing together, we scampered to my bedroom.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love your room," he said reverently. "If only because of what I'm going to do to you in it." I giggled as he pushed me onto the bed. I reached up and removed my top, exposing my breasts without an ounce of shyness anymore. He stared. "Beautiful."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Let's make it more even. I'm not the only one getting naked here," I said, reaching to grasp the waistband of his jeans while he ripped his shirt off in one fluid motion. His stomach was firm, lean. "Do you need help with these?" I asked, playing with the waistband. He nodded, unable to speak. I wiggled down to the end of the bed, getting onto my knees and reaching for the zipper constraining his cock.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella—" He stopped himself as my hands slowly pulled the zipper down. I licked my lips in preparation while I worked his jeans down. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. Completely naked. He was so much better than any fantasy I'd had. "What about making it even?" he asked, referring to my bottom half.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I grasped the base of his cock, effectively shutting him up when I licked the tip. He breathed in loudly, almost choking as I leisurely wrapped my mouth around him and sank him deep to the back of my throat. I bobbed my head once and tongued the tip of him again before he wrenched away.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm going to come if you keep doing that. And I don't want to be done yet," he said, helping me into a standing position before knocking me down onto the bed. "I want to touch you first. I want to make you feel good."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You do," I said.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want to make you come," he continued. His hands traced up my thighs as he fell to his knees. He held the back of my legs and yanked me to the edge of the bed. He settled between my knees and then he whisked my shorts and panties out of the way. The air was cool against my wet core.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I gasped and bit down on my lip, determined not to swear again. "Please."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want to worship your body," was the last thing he said before his mouth began to trail its way from my knee to my wet slit. Every inch he came closer, my panting grew sharper.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit, shit, shit." I couldn't stop myself when his tongue found my center, running along my folds and back to my clit again. He held my thighs as they squeezed around him. I quivered wildly as his hands crept gradually upward. He sent me over the edge with his fingers pumping inside of me. I came with a lengthy, helpless moan.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With one last lick, he put my legs down and stood up. "I am not going to do this missionary style. Lord help me, I can't live up to that label," he said with a boyish grin. The real smile again</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I gazed up at him, still a little dazed from my orgasm. "Condom?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Will you hate me if I tell you I bought these on the way over?" he asked, reaching into the back pocket of his fallen jeans. "I threw out the box and stuffed them in my pocket. Not the best idea, but I wasn't going to let you guess what I was—uh, hoping for."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I giggled softly. "That's somehow a turn on for me. You're lucky."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I am so, so very lucky," he said, fumbling with the wrapper. I watched with a thudding heart as he slipped the condom on. "Not missionary, love, so—" Without warning he effortlessly flipped me onto my front. A fresh wave of wetness escaped me. I obligingly got onto my hands and knees, predicting what he wanted from me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I expected him to immediately thrust inside. I was pleasantly surprised when his hands caressed up my backside and to my breasts, squeezing them adoringly. One hand disappeared to guide his hard cock to me, hot and slippery against my dripping opening. The latex made it a little easier for him to push in, stretching me around his cock. He groaned, gripping my hips tighter.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That is—good, so good," he whispered. I twisted my neck to look at him. His face was in full rapture, eyes shut, mouth slightly open. It was the sexiest image I had ever seen. I let my hips rotate, bringing him deeper. He hissed and it was his turn to lose it. He pounded into me relentlessly. I whimpered and gasped, trembling around him. His hands never left my body, always keeping that extra connection between us.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When he came, he collapsed on my back, pushing me forward in one last final thrust. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath before he finally slipped out. He brought our naked bodies chest to chest and kissed me slow, gentle. The perfect ending.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Near dawn, we stood on my doorstep after a short-lived night together. I shuffled my feet, unsure if this was goodbye for now or goodbye forever.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank you," he said. "I…I'll never forget you." He leaned down to kiss my forehead.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And then I knew. This was goodbye forever. "Well, in case you do, you know where I live."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward only smiled, and turned to leave.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Long after he left, I puzzled over that smile. Had it been his real smile or the careful façade? I didn't know why it was so important to me. It was a tiny thing to worry about. For months afterward, I wondered about that smile until I finally closed the door on a question I would never have answered. I suppose, in that way, I had finally begun to comprehend faith. There were some things you just didn't understand.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span><br />
</div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-29106634791706310512012-07-30T21:19:00.000-07:002012-08-28T21:20:57.092-07:00Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's in Bed<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Babysitterella stays home to watch little Masen for dream couple, the Denalis, while they deal with other duties involved in being responsible parents. After a long stint earning pocket money that way, Bella finds herself alone with Mr. Denali, which ultimately leads to a showdown of epic proportions in the family home. We're not playing games now!Rating: M Genre: Erotica, Humor Word Count: 4222 Pairing: Edward & Bella, Edward/Bella/Tanya </span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Disclaimer: I don't own <i>Twilight</i>, or any cheesy Nineties movies. Do not try the <i>Jumping Game </i>at home. I cannot be held accountable for any injuries sustained, relationships affected or any other consequences if you choose to do so….</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tonight was gonna be a late one: parent-teacher night at school last year had turned into Tanya and Edward going out to discuss their son Masen's progress over a meal and a <i>lot</i> of drinks. I think they'd had an argument, as things had been awkward when they'd finally returned.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The extra hours meant more cash for me, so I wasn't complaining. Plus, I'd get a sneak peek at Edward, all smartened up— <i>oh yeah! </i>With Masen sleeping soundly upstairs, my only immediate concern was how to fill the time till Mr. and Mrs. model family came home. I'd already dialed everyone I could think of that wasn't busy. I was bored with my book; the main character, a wickedly hot CEO, only made me think of Edward inappropriately even more. Maybe the story would be moresuitedto Tanya— it was a bored housewife favorite….<i> Nah, I shouldn't be too harsh on her, </i>I thought; she'd always been nice to me, and I could totally understand how she'd snagged Edward. It wasn't exactly like she was bringing down the average, all model looks as she was. Silly to let a bit of envy get in the way.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Anyways, back to me whiling away the hours…. I glanced at my laptop bag.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Homework? Haha!</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then I turned my eyes to the TV. <i>Channel surfing? Futile. Who wanted to watch 'So America's Got The Pop Factor And Possibly A New Top Model Apprentice Strictly On Ice' or whatever? </i>The perfect images of women would only serve to take me back to thoughts about Tanya, with unfair ones and maybe some unsuitable ones in there too….</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Instead of channel flicking</i>, <i>how about an altogether different type of flicking: flicking the bean! </i>What? I was a bored, young girl with a growing, healthy, sexual appetite. I was no sex goddess, but I'd given away my flower, found a lover before, been broken in, however you wanted to phrase it…. Plus, the munchkin was asleep. I even double-checked for any tell-tale noise. I had time, as long as I didn't get carried away. With the coast clear, I took out my laptop. Headphones went in. It was time to check out some of those sites my male class mates had been telling me about!</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After trying out a few of the clits— I mean clips, I couldn't wait to talk to my boys on Monday: this was good shit. <i>Sperm Smiles</i> had been a highlight and I had to agree that girl- on- girl stuff was sexy! Glued to the fruits of my latest search, I was rocking my hips and squeezing my thighs together for friction. I was about to pull out my signature, cross— one— leg-— over— the— other— and— rock— on move —it works!<i>— </i>when I felt a faint tap on my shoulder. <i>Shit! </i>Earphones out, screen slammed shut. Too late: busted. Edward!</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My first thought was to locate Tanya, but he appeared to be alone — I blinked quickly at the clock on the wall — and early….</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She's not here," he confirmed as if reading my mind. "We bumped into her friends, you know, the <i>woo-girls</i>, and I left her to it."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was familiar with them— Tanya's clan of<i> woo-girls,</i> who were so called by Edward due to their excessive enthusiasm over every little thing. That had made me laugh. No wonder he seemed so tightly wound.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What were you watching, Bella?" He went for my Mac, and I shifted to snatch it away first.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I think if you are watching something you shouldn't be with my son asleep upstairs, then I have every right to know."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He's knocked out, Mr. Cullen, I swear! I checked!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sssssh…." He put his finger over my lips. "I know. He can sleep like it's a sport. Nevertheless…" He went for the notebook again, taking advantage of my stunned state.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was like a bird, grounded with a wing injury. He brought the lid back up and took in the window that was still open.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"My Favorite Babysitter, scene five?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me….</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hmmm. Question is, Bella, is this a favorite of yours?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No, this is the worst thing.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"W-what?" I was flummoxed. And I could now smell the whisky on his delicious breath.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The movie. I mean it got," he squinted at the screen, "four cocks up." He looked down at his pants. "I guess that would be five."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I followed his eyes down<i>. Fuck</i>, <i>that thing could count as two more!</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you agree with the review, Bella?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I looked back at his honey eyes, large black pupils eating into them.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well? What's it about? What happens? Worth a look?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mr. Cullen, I wouldn't know…."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell. Me." He was absolutely beautiful in his angry, aroused discomposure, demanding…a plot breakdown?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, the girl, the babysitter..." I stuttered and took a deep breath, "She's alone with the da— the father."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He waited for further cinematic input….</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"When he starts… feeling her breasts." I said it as fast as I could get my tongue around the words.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His was held between his teeth as he listened.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looked at my breasts through my baby pink T-shirt. "You say breasts, but do you really mean beautiful little tits?" He took hold of them. "That's what these are— perky, a perfect handful— <i>Tits</i>. You think I haven't taken note of how they bounce when you play the <i>Jumping Game </i>with Masen?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I thought about what was meant as an innocent game I played with his son sometimes, which involved simply jumping up and down on his bed till we were exhausted.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And that time with no bra…really? Were you trying to excite me? Is that what this is?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No!" I insisted, but he was in no mood to argue the point.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The movie— what does she do while he's holding those tits?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She…let's him?" I wasn't sure if I hoped that would be enough, or if I was anticipating that it wouldn't.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And she rubs his w- wood, through his suit pants." I tried to think of the least erotic sounding term I could think of for a man's piece, besides penis— I wasn't saying that — so that I couldn't be any more to blame for this scenario.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Wood? You mean his <i>big, hard cock</i>?" He enunciated each of those last three words with deliberate clarity. He helped my hand onto the hot stiffness under the brilliantly cut pants, as if letting me check that his words accurately described his own appendage, as well as the character's in the porno.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Like I hadn't already surmized…</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How about I take that over for a little while?" he suggested, backing off from my touch and taking a seat to stroke himself, leaving me standing there, high and dry. <i>Maybe not so dry…</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What…what should I do…?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Go home, idiot! </i>a voice in my mind I was glued on the spot, like when Masen and I played <i>Stuck in the Mud</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You?" He looked me up and down and licked his lips. "You are going to get up on that couch and go a couple rounds of the jumping game…topless…for my <i>personal, fucking, viewing pleasure</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'd only performed one or two jumps on the cushions when he commanded I stop.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come here." He pointed to his knee, which was parted from the other one. "Come sit on Daddy's knee…"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh my God!</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I got up in his lap, and hesnaked his finger down my denim skirt, under my white panties.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You like my hand there?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Did I like it? </i>I <i>liked</i>Lay's potato chips— this, this felt tremendous, to have him touch me this way after all that time admiring him from afar. I felt alive, awakened. "Yessss… Daddy."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So hot! What was next for our young lady in the movie?" He was back on track with the porno script, after his fun little diversion.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Next, she- she takes him in her m- mouth." He nodded, removing his hand, and I knelt before him in his seat, his blue shirt undone, his black pants now down past his knees. I put my mouth over him just like the girl in the video did to her very own D.I.L.F.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was so hot and hard. His hips started to move with me, his moans hitting my ears from above. When I raised my head to the source of the sound, his eyes met mine, and the added contact had me soaring. This seemed to signal it was his turn...</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He took my hand to help me up and align me on the couch that I'd spent most of my evening on. He peeled off my panties from under my skirt, which, being short to begin with, was now bunched around my waist and may as well have not been there at all. My white converse stayed on. I couldn't believe he was about to head downtown to eat, that he'd do that for me. He dove straight into my sex, flicking my clit fast with his tongue, then licking up and down the full length of my slit, before revisiting my clit with more vigor, moving his head side- to- side. It was the most sensational thing I'd ever experienced.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I wanna feel you inside me," I moaned out.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stopped his movement and stared up at me, as shocked as I was by my outburst.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The girl in the porn, she says that to him." Lie. "She said she'd love him to take her right on the living room couch." Another lie.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He lined himself up behind me, laying sideways on the leather three-piece with the awful cushions Tanya probably picked out, and pushed into me. Lifting my leg up and holding onto it, he pounded me until that porno was nothing but a distant memory. I melted right into the leather, trying to tone it down as I teetered on the precipice. He threw himself off of his, and I had no choice but to cave with him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Moments later, I had to leave before the wife came home.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Denalis were both working late the next Monday night, in an effort to start off the week on the right footing. I hadn't seen either of them since that night with Edward. Masen was in the land of nod. I was in the kitchen, inspecting the fridge contents, when I heard the kitchen door close. I slammed the fridge door and flew around.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Those clothes now? Are you yanking my chain?" Daddy was home.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took a look down at my ensemble and realized the problem immediately; it being a week night, I was still in my school uniform. This included a thin white shirt and plaid skirt. I was aware it was most men's fantasy, but I didn't design it and I could have said the same thing to Edward: he'd gotten suited and booted for the office too….</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, I thought you were working later tonight?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He worked his way over to me. "I came home early… on purpose."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I can't work. I can't sleep, I can't eat." He emptied my hands of the cool apple I'd retrieved. "Every moment since we…" He didn't need to finish. I'd become familiar with those feelings of desperation for another human being myself.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I haven't stopped thinking about you. I can't stop imagining your sweet..." His eyes switched from me to the juicy, barely ripe fruit rolling in his hand, "schoolgirl cunt." He discarded the apple and lifted me up onto the kitchen counter.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I squeaked in surprise, doing nothing to curb Edward's schoolgirl fantasies. He soon got rid of another pair of my white panties, the innocence of which I was making a mockery of, and put them on the bench next to me. He spread my legs and made me wait while he sought out something from the cupboards beneath the work top. <i>Was he fixing me a snack to keep my strength up</i>? It looked like some kind of oil, and he was putting it all over his fingers. <i>Didn't he think I was lubricated enough?</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He worked two fingers up and into me, holding me down gently with his other hand on my pubic bone. I pushed up into him: it felt incredible. He moved his fingers up and down, over and over, encouraging me with his words the whole time, until my legs jerked and the muscles of my pussy contracted, relaxed, contracted, relaxed... He removed his fingers briefly to watch my muscles clench, before resuming his own work, exactly as before. I guess he subscribed to the school of thought that 'if it ain't broke, you don't fix it'. This paid off in a brain- spinningly good feeling all over, accompanied by what I could only describe as a mini fountain spraying out from between my legs. What followed was pure bliss, like I was floating along on the very water, or whatever it was I'd produced. <i>I did </i><b><i>not </i></b><i>know I could do that!</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This time, he let me be on top for the main event, pulling me to the kitchen island, lying down and moving me into position above him. I didn't really know what I was doing, but it didn't matter; he did most of the work, drilling up into me relentlessly.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Both times we'd had sex had been a spontaneous act of passion, though, even so, we'd remained downstairs and were sure Masen was asleep and would not wake, or if he did, we would hear him first. We had not desecrated the marriage bed, but with a bit of time on the clock till Tanya was expected back, Edward suggested I take a power nap on their bed; apparently, female ejaculation is exhausting! He said he would wake me in about a half hour.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As fate would have it, that night was the same night that Masen did not sleep right through. It was a rare occasion when he woke up, wanting Tanya and instead finding me in his parents' bed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Dad!" he bellowed downstairs.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward came up to see what the commotion was.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why is Bella in yours and Mom's bed?" He was eager to know. <i>Kids and their curiosity.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella was tired, Masen. She's not feeling very well, so I said she could lay there and rest for a bit."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It could have been so much worse, but it wasn't. I was fully clothed and Edward was not with me. True, the discovery could sound suspicious out of context, but Masen seemed appeased anyway and dragged his feet back to bed with his stuffed wolf toy.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Phew! Problem averted.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward and Tanya were going out— together. Edward had told me things had not been great between them lately— <i>no shit!</i>— and Tanya's solution to this was to spend more "quality time", just the two of them, without Masen. She was wearing a sparkling, gold dress that made her look like she'd been dipped in champagne, with her long, straight, blond hair down. Edward was wearing another suit, with a bow tie.<i>Wherever they are going must be fancy</i>, I thought.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Masen was in his pyjamas, saying night-night to his parents before they left. I was preparing for another quiet evening in, as the babysitter bit on the side.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Now don't you go wearing Bella out," Tanya warned Masen.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay," he gave his word. "But she could just lie down in your bed again…."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Shit!</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?" Tanya asked, as if she were sure she'd misheard her son.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella was asleep in yours and Dad's bed the other night."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That little tattle- tale!</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tanya looked at me and Edward and laughed it off. "Masen, I think you're talking trash again. Bella, did you let him watch channel <i>E!</i>?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She was too!" he yelled. "And I heard her on the phone to her friend last night. She said Dad made her squirt. Were they playing with my water pistol?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Double shit!</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And then she said that she wanted him to be her daddy. Does Bella not have a dad of her own?" And that was Masen's grand finale.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We were all frozen like we were in a game of <i>Musical Statues,</i> another of Masen's choice pastimes. The shit met the fan. Tanya's face fell. She told Masen to go upstairs and pack some toys and clothes, that there'd been a change of plan, and he was going next door to stay with Mrs. Swan tonight.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll tell her something has come up, an emergency," she said when Masen was out of earshot. "I'll deal with this when I get back. You two better still be here, or I will find you and I will kill you both," she threatened.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We were in so much trouble; Liam Neeson had nothing on this woman.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tanya was back not ten minutes later. She walked into the kitchen, poured herself a shot and necked it. She was far too together for my liking. <i>Shouldn't she be yelling, throwing things, hitting at least one of us, or</i> <i>on the phone to my parents? Shit</i>,<i> my parents!</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please don't tell my parents, Mrs. Denali," I pleaded.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mrs. Denali. You say that like you have a pittance of respect for my married name."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I do. I—"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It wasn't her fault." Edward finally said something.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't wanna hear about it!" Tanya shut us both up.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We were in no position to take offense. Our previous positions had seen to that. We had to just stand there, eating humble pie. With a scoop of woman scorned.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I won't tell your parents, Bella," Tanya promised.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Relief was not the word.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I have a better idea…."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward and I waited with baited breath.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sure Edward's told you we've been going through a bad patch, including in the bedroom…."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tanya." I tried to reach her on a more personal level. "That's not—"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shut your trap,<i> babysitter</i>!" she spat out with her vodka tongue. Then she settled back on her straight forward tone again.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Maybe this could be…good for us…."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't see it myself.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I can't blame all our marriage problems on Edward, or you, pissed as I am…. I haven't been a…passionate lover for a long time," she said the words like they tasted bad. "You're a beautiful girl Bella, you must know that..."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Truthfully, not so much. <i>Didn't she remember what it was like to be eighteen and insecure?</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"My husband is a very attractive man."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Couldn't argue there.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you think I'm attractive?" she asked me about herself.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Where was she going with this?</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're gorgeous." I answered truthfully.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Maybe we could have some fun, the three of us…. I feel left out." She huffed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Holy fuck, now this was a shocking turn of events, if…exciting….</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And you really won't call my parents?" I inquired hopefully.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not going to call them whatever happens, Bella. Blackmail's not my style. You're free to go. But since you are part of this mess, if you want to do something for us, with us, then I willing to. I'm giving you the choice." She looked at Edward, who looked as if his head was about to explode.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"His dick is massive, isn't it? I bet you struggled with it. Took me some time to get used to." She goaded.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A crumb of humble pie went down the wrong way then; I did not like to be underestimated. And if Edward's noises had been anything to go by, I went down very much the right way.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I managed."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Show me. Show me how you… <i>managed</i>. Edward, don't just stand there— get it out!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tanya, no! Bella, you don't have to do anything…this is bat shit crazy!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You don't want me — this way?" I was disappointed. Did he doubt my skills now— that I was up to this three way?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Damn it , Bella, I'm a man with blood in my veins. Of course I want this! I'm the one trying to do the right thing here!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then, don't."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With those two words, we all came together in an understanding that talking it over was done for now. We were doing this. This was taking place. On the same planet that Jesus lived on….</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took off my T-shirt and knelt before Edward, one of my new favorite places in the world. He took out his engorged dick.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Get to sucking," Tanya demanded.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her domination was exciting, in a different way to Edward's. She knelt down next to me, and we worked him over: one at the end, while the other licked the length, one ball each… I thought he was going to erupt there and then when we each licked up one side of him. A double blow job from your fine-ass wife and the babysitter had to be up there with the uniformed school girl on the list of guys' fantasies, surely?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tanya let me fly solo at making Edward fly in turn, while she opened my cut-off shorts, so her manicured hand could creep down them. She took off my bra and tongued at my tits, before taking care of her own overly clothed condition.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tanya's tits were bigger than mine, and she smothered me with them, much to the thrill of Edward. It was almost like being mothered in a kinky way, though I tried not to dwell on the implications of me being the opposite of turned off by that, and live in the moment. It's not like I'd ever felt "normal" anyways.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She's a sweetheart, Edward. I can see why you fell for her," Tanya told him with my face in her flesh.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tanya helped me take off my shorts, revealing my panties to Edward and her; they were black, as if my putting them on this morning had been a sign that today would be the day I threw what innocence I had left out the window. She took those off too, and Edward took over, throwing me onto the couch. <i>He seemed to like me there….</i> He stuck his mouth around my pussy lips, like it was a reflex reaction.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You like that teenaged pussy, baby?" Tanya pushed him further into me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mmmmm," Edward hummed, making vibrations against me. He broke free of her grip and pushed a finger into me, bringing it to her lips to taste. <i>Such a turn on!</i> Tempted enough, she tended to my clit while Edward fingered me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tanya was frantic. "Make her squirt, Daddy! I wanna see her party trick."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I did. Right in her face. She didn't seem to mind. Edward even less so.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She stood up and walked over to the unit nearby. "Over here." She hoisted one of my legs, still in a tube sock, up on top of it and guided Edward inside me. She assumed position back on her knees. She was at the place where me and Edward were joined, licking my pussy and Edward's balls. Every once in a while, he'd pull out of me and I could tell he'd put his cock in Tanya's mouth, so she could pleasure him and get more of my juices. He obviously thought this was a much better use for her mouth than a lot of the nagging she'd been doing with it lately.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We moved over to the couch, and I straddled an open-legged Tanya face-forward, so Edward had one pussy on top of the other, like some warped game of <i>Jenga. </i>While he lapped at hers, his nose dug into mine at just the right spot, woodpeckering.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As Edward hammered away at me— it seemed his misgivings were well and truly gone— Tanya held me in a comforting way like something out of <i>The Handmaid's Tale,</i> only like, without the whole using me as a vehicle to make babies…. Strange, ironic even, that she would take that role, given how this had all come to be, but again, not too much thinking— <i>the power of now and all that…</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Edward pulsed and came inside me, she sucked out his spunk and held it in her mouth to share him with me, as if she hadn't done so enough already. Sounds a bit sick, but it was a delicious experience.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The three of us went up to spend the night in the double bed— sleeping. I climbed out in the morning, making a move before Masen got back. Edward, much like his son, and after all the activity, was still deep in sleep. Something had kept me awake much of the night though.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Last night, you didn't… I mean, you never…" Tanya had not actually orgasmed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't worry— I got what I wanted," Tanya told me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She caught me on my way out the door, still pondering what she meant by that. "And Bella?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward and I have important plans next week. We'll be going out…."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, I see."<i> I was being relegated back to babysitter before the sweat on the sheets was dry?</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm going to ask if Masen can stay next door once more, or else find another babysitter."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alright."<i> So I wasn't even that much anymore?</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'd like you to come. Then maybe I will this time…"</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span><br />
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</div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-74009924231277092152012-07-29T22:45:00.001-07:002012-08-27T22:45:46.779-07:00Double Down<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Soon-to-be college freshman Bella has been in love since she was thirteen. She has one weekend in Vegas to make a move and come home a winner, but how will her best friend's father feel about the hand she plays? </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance Word Count: 6,628 Pairing: Edward & Bella</span></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Disclaimer: I'm not Stephanie Meyer and I don't own Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended.</span></b></span></div><div class="p4"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"><b></b></span><br />
</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You can do this, Isabella," I told myself as I stared determinedly at my reflection in the mirror. "You are eighteen years old, a high school graduate, a soon-to-be college freshman, and crazy, stupid, lustfully in love. If there was ever a time to say fuck the rules and make all your fantasies come true, it's this weekend."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I assessed the girl in front of me. Brown hair, brown eyes, and alabaster skin that was unsurprising given the lack of sunlight in Seattle. The red, scoop neck top I was wearing accentuated the honey tones in my eyes and I knew my legs looked great in the white knee-length skirt I had on. All in all, not too shabby. I might not have been the most beautiful girl on the planet, but I also wasn't the most unfortunate looking either.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella! Time to go, honey," my dad yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before nodding once and turning to grab my suitcase.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My best friend, Alice, who was beaming and bouncing on her toes with excitement, met me at the foot of the stairs.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"OMG, Bella! Vegas! We're going to Las Vegas, can you believe it?" she squealed and I wondered again why we were "besties," as she insisted on calling us. "Let's go, let's go! Jazz and my dad are outside waiting."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh, that's right. Her father was why we were practically inseparable. Ever since Alice and her dad had moved to Seattle when I was thirteen, I'd made it my mission to be her friend just for the proximity to him. Don't get me wrong, I liked Alice and she was a good friend, but I'm not sure I would have made her home my second one if not for the added benefit of her totally hot dad. I did like hanging out together, but she drove me bat-shit crazy half the time with her flighty tendencies. I hated her annoying boyfriend, Jasper, and the way they always had their tongues down each other's throats. Or they were humping like rabbits, but that was just jealousy talking on that point.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward Cullen was dangerously sexy and the only man to ever star in my daydreams and nightly "alone time." I was desperate to know what his viridian green eyes would look like peering up at me from between my thighs while I gripped his coppery locks and tugged his face closer to my pussy as he tongue fucked me into paradise.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I rubbed my thighs together and ground my teeth against a moan as my imagination began running wild with different scenarios of the myriad ways Edward and I could find orgasmic bliss with one another. I followed Alice out to the car and felt my heart rate pick up as her father smiled at me. I loved that sexy, slightly lopsided grin he always gave me. It was never quite the same one that he showed to everyone else, at least in my mind, and I cherished that fact.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good morning, Isabella," he said in his smooth, deep voice. His hand brushed against mine as he reached to take my bag from me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through me and I fought against a shiver. "Hi, Mr. C," I responded with a soft smile.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He chuckled and shook his head. "When are you going to start calling me Edward? I've told countless times that it's okay."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Maybe because I only allowed his name to fall from my lips was when I had three fingers in my honeycomb and dreaming of all the dirty, sexy deeds I wanted him to do to me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Force of habit, I suppose." I shrugged as nonchalantly as possible.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're an adult and so am I. Soon, Isabella, you'll have to stop with the whole "Mr. Cullen" thing," he answered with a sexy smirk.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I bit my lip and watched his eyes focus in on that movement, I wondered if he'd ever thought about me in the way that I did him. Yeah…not a snowball's chance in hell. He was forty years old and I was a child in comparison. He would likely run screaming from me if he found out about my feelings for him.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I sighed internally as I climbed into the front seat of the car so Alice could sit with her boyfriend. Trying not to directly stare, I watched Edward in my peripheral vision as he drove us across Seattle to the airport.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">God, I was so fucked up. The way I was hopelessly in love a man old enough to be my father. The crazy, lust-filled fantasies I imagined when I was alone and touching myself. Oh, what I wouldn't give to feel Edward's mouth and hands on me. I yearned for his kisses and caresses, his body sliding against mine, and his cock buried in my pussy. No other boy my age had ever sparked anything inside me like what I felt with Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And I wasn't confused or misguided about my feelings. This was not just a crush on an older guy, or lust for that matter, although there was plenty of that. I was honestly in love with him. Edward never treated me like there was an age gap between us. He talked to me about politics and world events and was interested in my opinion on everything. He was never patronizing and always took me seriously. I felt like he was more of a true friend than most of the ones I had gone to school with.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I flopped down into my aisle seat in coach, next to Alice and Jasper, and bit back a groan when they immediately began making out. Sadly, Edward was comfortably ensconced in first class and I wouldn't even have his gorgeous face to slyly sneak glances at to help keep my sanity. Apparently, Alice turned her dad down when he offered to purchase the two of us first class seats because "poor Jasper would be all alone" and sitting with her dad "would be totally lame." I knew I shouldn't really complain, I was getting a free trip to Vegas for Alice's mother's wedding and a belated high school graduation celebration. Edward had generously paid my way to accompany them. Jasper, on the other hand, was paying his way and couldn't afford the pricier ticket. But I had to wonder whether this trip would be worth the price of putting up with the nauseating PDA going on beside me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, God help me," I sighed and told myself again it was only two and half-hours. Suddenly, Edward's face peeked out from the divider between our sections. His expression was resigned as he took in the game of tonsil hockey going on beside me. Then his eyes shifted to my pained look and he smirked before going back into hiding. I exhaled loudly once more and reached down into my purse to pull out my Kindle.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Excuse me, miss?" A flight attendant spoke next to me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes?" I answered.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Would you follow me, please? You've been upgraded." She turned and started walking without waiting to see if I would follow. I swiftly grabbed my things and hurried in her wake with my brow furrowed at what she meant. We entered first class and she stopped next to Edward's chair.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Here you are," she stated and gestured to the empty seat next to him. I blinked at her and turned my head toward the vacant spot. I grinned and Edward chuckled at my glee.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I threw myself next to him and cocked my head. "What's this for?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I just thought it might make for a more pleasant flight for everyone involved." He shrugged like it was no big deal.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank you, Mr. Cullen. This is great, I really appreciate it," I said and bit my lip.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He arched one eyebrow. "When will you ever call me Edward?" I felt my cheeks heat and simply shook my head.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first part of our flight passed in companionable silence until I could no longer keep my curiosity in check. I finally had the chance to ask about the one topic I'd never been brave enough to broach, but had always wanted to.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So… is this weird for you?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His vibrant green eyes pierced me when he looked up, his lips lifted to one side.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Is what weird?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know, your ex-wife getting remarried. You going to the wedding." I made an awkward gesture with my hands, as if that would help me elaborate.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now I was rewarded with a full-on smile. "Hmm. Isabella, is this your way of finally asking me about my relationship with Alice's mom?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't know," I mumbled and looked down at my lap. I'd seen pictures of her and couldn't figure out why Edward hadn't stayed with such an incredibly beautiful woman. It also depressed the fuck out of me, because I couldn't reconcile that Edward would settle for someone like me when he could have any woman out there.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward reached out and lightly lifted my chin. "It's fine. I don't mind you inquiring."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My skin tingled where his fingers pressed against me and forced my mind to stay focused and not wander into where else I'd love to feel his touch on my body. I swallowed a whimper of protest when he lowered his hand.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Rosalie and I were never a perfect match. We liked one another and had a lot of fun when we went out, but…I'm not sure we would have even gotten married if she hadn't wound up pregnant."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looked at me seriously for a moment and I knew it went without saying that he was telling me this in confidence.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alice wasn't planned and we were very young. Neither of us knew what we truly wanted out of life, but I thought I should make sure she felt secure and taken care of, so I proposed. The problem with Rosalie was that she loved to be loved. She craved attention from everyone around her.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That also meant Rosalie took things too far when she basked in the adoration of other men. I ignored the signs as long as I could, but when faced with the sight of her with another man in our bed, I had to leave. I had to hold on to some sense of self-preservation. Thankfully, we were able to part ways as amicably as possible given the circumstances. I'll always be grateful for Alice so I can't regret our relationship. I'm happy Rosalie seems to found someone that she finally feels she can honestly commit to."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I shouldn't have asked."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's okay, Isabella. Really," Edward responded with a small smile. "You've always been so curious that I am impressed by how much restraint you showed by not asking until now."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I blushed and mumbled another apology that he waived off.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Now, you tell me. Is there anyone special in your life? I don't think I've ever heard you mention a boy before."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Um, no. Not really."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He lifted one eyebrow and waited for me to elaborate.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I tried to find the right words to truthfully answer while still being vague. "Well, there is one…man, but it wouldn't work out. I'm pretty certain he's never thought of me in any romantic capacity."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sure that's not true. He'd be a fool not want a beautiful young lady like you. Any male would."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt my blush warm my cheeks and darted my eyes downward at his calling me beautiful. It was a silly response to a very simple, fatherly compliment, but my heart still stuttered.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Does he know how you feel? I bet if you told him, or even hinted at it, you'd find he returned the sentiment," Edward continued.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's not just that he wouldn't consider me in that light. Not many people would be accepting of a relationship between us, it would be highly unconventional." I glanced up and was floored at the intensity smoldering in his gorgeous green eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Perhaps so, but if he truly thought you were worth pursuing, he wouldn't care what anyone thought. Maybe he's just waiting for the time to be right."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wrestled with how much to say. I'd told myself I would put everything on the line this weekend, but when faced with the reality, it was far more daunting than I'd thought. I shook my head softly and took a deep breath to steel my nerves. "No, he's…quite a bit older than me. And it would be extremely complicated for multiple people involved in our lives."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Like I said, you're worth it," he murmured and brushed his fingers along my cheek.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My heart pounded and I couldn't look away. I knew I wasn't imagining the desire flaring between us; the tension was palpable. My breath came in small puffs and I clenched my thighs against the insistent throbbing, aching wetness that had pooled between them. My nipples tightened painfully and I poked my tongue out to lick my lips. Edward followed my movement with his gaze and I swore I could hear a low growl. It would be so easy to lean in and finally, <i>finally</i> know what his mouth would feel like pressed to mine.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My body leaned into his of its own volition and I felt his breath on my skin as he mirrored my actions, when suddenly the obnoxiously nasal voice of the lead flight attendant screeched from overhead to announce our imminent landing. We both jerked back and a nervous giggle escaped me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I looked anywhere but at Edward to try to avoid the awkwardness that was certain to be there, when I felt his lips close to my ear.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We'll finish this conversation soon, Isabella," he murmured and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a moan. I was so incredibly turned on and all I wanted to do was straddle his lap and ride him into ecstasy.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We exited the plane with Alice chattering away nonstop the entire cab ride to the Bellagio. Large, flapping butterflies were soaring around in my stomach as I stole glances at Edward and replayed our entire exchange from the flight. In the moment, I'd been convinced there was something present between us, but now… I wasn't so sure. I almost gave up hope because Edward hadn't given me a second look, but when he handed me my key to the room I was sharing with Alice his fingers lightly caressed mine, and he winked so quickly I nearly missed it.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh, holy wet panties; I hadn't imagined the whole thing. Edward was interested in me! He wouldn't be cruel enough to toy with my emotions, but if he only wanted a no-strings-attached-no-one-will-ever-know sexy times weekend, I wouldn't turn him down. I'd always regret it if I passed up the chance to even have a few secret moments with Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Whoa-oa-oa, Bella!" Alice exclaimed when I came out of my room and into our shared living area. "You look freaking hot!"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thanks, Alice," I smugly replied. I did look pretty damn sexy if I was being honest. I'd picked out a sapphire colored, curve hugging, halter dress that fell mid-thigh with strappy silver heels that wound up my ankles. My hair was down in loose waves that flowed around my shoulders. I'd added a touch of make-up to accent my eyes and lips, but hadn't wanted to over do it. We were heading down to the wedding and then going out on the town afterwards. I didn't know at what point Edward would join us, if at all, since he had been invited to the ceremony but had politely declined at the last minute.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was likely being overly optimistic, but I'd worn a lacy, black strapless bra and matching thong in the hope that it wouldn't go to waste.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wasn't a virgin, Mike Newton has taken care of that in a low moment at the age of seventeen when Edward briefly dated a statuesque strawberry blond named Tanya. Thankfully, it was short lived for both of us. I hadn't been with anyone since and was desperate to end my drought, but only with Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come on, Ali. Let's go watch your mom get hitched," I grinned.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The wedding was tacky chic in a way I would never have been able to pull off. They wore Vera Wang and Armani while an Elvis impersonator married them. It was fun and light hearted with laughing jokes from Rosalie and Emmett, but they also had heartfelt, personally written vows that were exchanged. It was a blast, but I was happy to send the newly weds off in a pink Cadillac with cans tied to the back. I had to admit, Emmett seemed like a super nice guy and a great match for Rosalie. He was a huge teddy bear of a man and it looked like he was able to give her the attention she craved.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Afterward, Alice, Jasper, and I made our way into The Bank nightclub and up to our VIP table. I loved the rich, dark colors and textures mixed with accents of gold and sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The music vibrated and pumped through my body and I swayed slightly to the beat.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jasper slipped our server a one hundred dollar bill and we magically had cocktails in our hands. I sipped my dirty martini and let my gaze wander over the people dancing on the floor below us. It took no time at all for Alice to straddle Jasper's lap and practically start dry humping him there at our table.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I rolled my eyes in exasperation and downed my drink before stepping into the throng of club goers and moving my body in time with the rhythm. I lost myself in the swirling lights and pulsing music for a while before becoming bored. A few guys had tried to dance with me, but I shooed them away. There was only one man who interested me and he was clearly not here.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I left the club without saying good-bye to Alice or Jasper and wandered through the hotel. I found myself in the casino, scanning the crowds in search of him. Finally, I spotted a familiar head of copper locks and walked closer. He was playing Black Jack and sipping what appeared to be his usual drink of choice, scotch on the rocks.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I inhaled deeply. "Now or never, Isabella."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I strode up to the table and made my presence known by leaning into him and whispering in his ear. "How's your luck tonight?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt the tension in his shoulders and he tightened his grip on his glass. "It's holding out rather well, actually," he answered and slowly looked me over from head to toe.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Pity I can't say the same about mine," I replied. "I was so hopeful earlier, but it seems like the tables turned on me. I guess I misread the signs."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He sighed and looked at me directly. "You didn't, Isabella, but I've had some time to think and it might be wise to step back before we do something crazy. Something you might end up regretting if it affects certain relationships you hold dear."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My heart sank at his words. He had changed his mind and was worried what others would think of us. I moved closer to him once more. "We're in the city of sin, what better time to do something crazy and see what it could lead to? I'm old enough to know my own mind and I know what I want. I wish I could say the same for you."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turned on my heel and stormed toward the exit, fighting my tears the entire way. A hand grasped my wrist and spun me around and I was faced with a rather pissed off looking Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't question that I don't know what I want. I want you, Isabella. It's completely fucked up for me to feel this way about my daughter's best friend, but I can't change it. Believe me, I've tried."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then why fight it?" I spat back at him. "I don't care how much older you are or that you're Alice's father! There is obviously something here, a pull so strong neither of us can deny it. But you keep trying and I don't understand why!"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Because I don't want a fling or just a weekend of sex with you, Isabella! I am too old to be a passing fancy because you're young and just figuring out who you are and what you want in life. I know all of that, I've had my wild years and now I'm ready for more."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He glowered at me and I wanted to slap myself for noticing how incredibly hot he looked when he was angry. It further fueled my own ire at him for assuming I didn't know what I really desired. That I didn't know myself inside and out. I'd never been the flighty teenager who changed her mind a hundred times. Once I made a decision I didn't back down from it.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I would have been anything to you. Anything! A one night stand, your dirty little secret on the side, or the woman on your arm! I've been in love with you for years, but you refuse to believe that I know who I am! I might be young, but I've never been fickle, and I thought you knew me better than this."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My tears spilled over and I walked away so he wouldn't witness my breakdown. I was horrified at my confession of love and didn't think I'd ever be able to look him in the eye again. God, I was such a fool for ever putting myself on the line.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt strong hands grasp my hips from behind me and pull me to a halt. I had no idea how I knew, but I was confident they belonged to Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Did you mean it?" he softly asked. "You love me?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I drew in a shaky breath. I slowly nodded and leaned my head back into the crook of his neck. "I love you, Edward. I always have."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He spun me around and crushed me into his arms. "I love you, too, Isabella. God help me, but I do."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His mouth found mine and it was the most incredible kiss as we finally let our passion run free. His lips were soft, but pushed hard against my own and our tongues caressed and danced together in the most erotic ways. I tangled my hands into his silky hair to pull him closer to me and he responded by yanking my body flush to his. I was so aroused that my sorry excuse for underwear had soaked through and I felt wetness on my thighs. His lips ghosted along my neck and I moaned as trails of fire raced through me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Isabella?" his voice rumbled low in my ear. I turned my face to his, our eyes meeting. "Would you really be anything to me that I wanted?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Anything," I sighed, completely blissed out in his arms.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What if that capacity was as my wife?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I gasped and froze, looking up at him with a shocked expression. "Your… wife?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He smiled that beautiful crooked smile of mine. "One night with you wouldn't be enough and I would never keep you as some little secret no one knew about. I want you to be with me openly, for everyone to see. I also want to protect you from what anyone else might say or ideas they might try to plant to tear us apart. I never want you to doubt me or us, and I never want anyone to have the chance to steal you away. I want to make love to you every night and wake up with you in my arms each morning. And I don't want to waste one more second. Besides, you did say you were certain about how you feel about me."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He brushed the backs of his fingers along my cheek and held my gaze. "Will you marry me, Isabella?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes," I breathed and stared at him in a daze. "Yes, Edward. I'll marry you."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His grin was breathtaking as he picked me up and held me tightly. "Thank you, baby! You have no idea how happy you've just made me."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I laughed loudly. "I think I have some idea."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He set me back down and tugged on my hand. "Let's go, beautiful."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Now?" I asked incredulously.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What better time or place than the present?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His excitement was infectious as he led us to the Bellagio's East Chapel for a small, intimate ceremony. They offered different packages and we picked out a simple one with a few photos and a video for us to have to capture the event. Edward waved me over to pick out a bouquet of flowers while he finished up the arrangements.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A sweet woman by the name of Kate came over to hand me the platinum wedding band Edward had picked out and then preceded me down the isle to stand as my witness.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was a simple affair, exchanging traditional vows and I cried as Edward said "I do." The only surprise came when he slid my wedding ring on. He'd bought me a gorgeous band with tiny diamonds inset around the entire circle. It sparkled on my finger and I loved the elegant simplicity of it.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When the time came to kiss the bride, he smiled softly and cupped my face in his palms as he gently pressed his lips against mine. Our tongues met for a brief moment or two, and then Edward lifted his head and beamed at me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love you, my wife."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't stop the girly giggle from his words; they thrilled me to no end. "I love you, too, my husband."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After accepting the congratulations of the staff members around us, I tossed my white roses and lilies over my shoulder to Kate and we leisurely strolled our way back through the hotel.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looked so sexy with that rakish smile he kept flashing me and I was overcome with the knowledge that he was mine. Edward and I were married and now it was time to consummate the union. Holy shit, I could have him between my thighs any freaking time I wanted! We could make love everyday, multiple times a day, if we wanted. My clit throbbed at the thought.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," I pleaded with lust-filled eyes and that was all he needed. His mouth captured mine and our fire roared into an inferno.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He backed us up to wall and lifted one of my legs to hitch around his hip. He ground his erection into my pussy and I threw my head back.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, fuck me! Edward!" I cried out.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I intend to, baby," he growled into my ear before nipping and sucking his way down my throat. "I can feel how fucking wet you are through your panties. God, what I wouldn't give to be able to kneel down and lick your sweet pussy right now," Edward murmured in his low, velvet voice.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt bereft when he moved back, but Edward kept his arm around me and swiftly led me to the elevators.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once inside, he pressed me up against the mirrored wall and kissed me hard. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue dominated mine and his hands possessively roamed over my hips and thighs.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly his hand was cupping my sex, thumb rubbing circles on my clit through the lace of my thong. I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming and trembled in his embrace as he continued.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward… oh, God! I-I'm going to come," I whimpered.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's what I want, Isabella." He fingered my clit more furiously. "I want to make you come. I want to show what it's like to be loved by a real man. To ruin you for anyone else but me."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He shifted my panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside me. We both groaned and I flew ever closer to the edge of bliss.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Isabella, you feel so goddamn perfect. I have to have you, baby. I need to bury my cock in your hot, little pussy." He placed warm, wet kisses down my neck. "Mine, you're mine!"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I gasped at his words and the way he curled his fingers to reach parts of me I didn't know existed.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, I'm yours! Only yours," I keened and shattered around him, losing myself in the waves of my orgasm.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The dinging of the elevator abruptly brought us both back to reality and Edward straightened so it looked like he was just standing closely in front of me. A group of drunken twenty-something year old guys stumbled in, one of them leering blatantly at me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, sexy," he slurred and I shuddered. I felt Edward tense as he glared and shamelessly moved his hand from between my legs and sucked clean the fingers that had been inside me, leaving no question about what he was licking off.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Every one of the guys was now gaping at the two if us and I smirked at their expressions. I lifted up on my toes and plunged my tongue into his mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mmm, I love how I taste on your lips," I said just loudly enough to be overheard. The elevator dinged again for our floor and the doors opened. I lifted my left hand and flipped them all off with my ring finger. I tugged Edward forward. "Take me to our room, husband. I want to taste you, too."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward made a low rumbling noise in his chest as he followed me and several envious groans and one "lucky fucking bastard" floated out from the elevator.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As soon as the door to his suite was open, Edward was guiding me toward the bed and kissing me passionately again. His hands delved into my hair and my fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Articles of clothing were shed, shoes, his belt and socks. Edward caressed down my body and slowly lifted the hem of dress upward and over my head before letting it drop to the floor.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He drifted his heavy lidded gaze down and back up. "You are so beautiful, Isabella," he murmured and reached for me once more.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pressed my hand to his chest to pause him and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. My mouth watered at the sight of his toned torso and I couldn't believe he was here with me. He was most definitely not a boy, Edward was all man and I wanted him more than anything.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His arms came up around my waist and he drew me to his body and lowered his mouth to mine. I couldn't stop the little sounds of desire from escaping me and his kiss seemed to grow hungrier with each one.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Make love to me, Edward, please," I begged against his lips and lowered me across the bed. He kicked his pants off and covered my body with his. I reveled in the warmth and weight of him and ran my hands along the planes of his back.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward traced the outline of my bra with one hand before deftly unhooking it with the other. It fell to the side and he kissed his way across the tops of my breasts before sucking one hardened nipple into his mouth. I cried out as the wet heat of his tongue flicked and curled, teasing me into a writhing mess of anticipation. I was dripping wet and painfully turned on. I bucked my hips into his, desperate for friction of any kind to ease the throbbing ache of desire Edward incited in me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pulled back and slid my thong down my legs before doing the same with his boxer briefs. I unabashedly stared at his straining erection and licked my lips at how well endowed my husband was.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I rose up onto my hands and knees and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. I ran my tongue along the slit and tasted the salty, slightly bitter fluid that had gathered there. I looked up at him as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him as far into my mouth as I possibly could.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward groaned loudly and threaded his hands into my hair as he stared down at me. He tenderly guided my head, while I sucked and massaged his cock with my tongue. When I made a small humming noise of appreciation, his eyes rolled back and he lifted me from him.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You keep that up, baby, and I'll come in your hot, little mouth. As much as that appeals to me, I want to come inside your sweet pussy first." I moaned slightly from his dirty words, turned on by them far more than I would have imagined.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I lay back on the pillows and ogled him once more. Edward rolled on a condom and smirked at my blatant perusal of his body. He crawled back up me and brushed the head of his cock along my folds. I cried out at the delicious sensation.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then he was pushing in and filling me completely. I let out a sobbing moan as Edward stilled for just a moment and dropped his forehead to my shoulder. "Jesus, Isabella, I never imagined anything would ever feel this good."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He felt so amazing and I was close to orgasming already. His cock stretched me in the best way and I instinctively clenched around him.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck, baby! Your pussy will be the death of me," he grunted and I tentatively shifted my hips to encourage him to move.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He made an unintelligible noise and began thrusting. It was sensory overload for me. His chest brushing along my breasts teasing my hypersensitive nipples, the soft, wet kisses he pressed to the column of my throat, and the way every ridge and contour of his dick rubbed me exactly how I needed. I felt my nerves tense and tighten as I spiraled higher with each stroke.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ung, please, Edward. More, I need more, baby," I begged and bucked my hips in time with his. "Harder, make me come!"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's my dirty girl," he growled and pounded into me, angling so that he ground down onto my clit with each stroke. "Your pussy is so good, so fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing me. Soft and warm. Now be my good, dirty girl and come. Come all over my cock, I need to feel you coating my dick."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He slammed into me, and his words and movements were my undoing. I screamed out as my walls contracted around him and felt a new flood of wetness. Edward threw his head back and shouted as he tumbled over the edge along with me, before collapsing onto my body.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I lay there feeling boneless and more sated than I ever had in my life. That was the most mind blowing orgasmic experience in my life and I grinned like a fool when I realized this beautiful, amazing, sex-god of a man was mine for the taking whenever the mood hit me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward lifted up on his elbows to lessen his weight on me, but I didn't mind it and tugged him back down. "That, Isabella, was the single most satisfying and intense love making encounter I've ever had. I don't think I've come so hard in my entire existence."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our lips found each other's and gently molded together. I could feel his love radiating through each kiss and caress and soft sigh between us. I felt cherished and protected in his arms. With him, I'd found my home.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Slowly, Edward stirred and withdrew from me. I couldn't help the desolate whimper when he briefly left the bed to dispose of the condom, but he slipped back under the sheets and wrapped me in his arms. We finally succumbed to sleep, at peace when we were tangled up in one another.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I woke to sunlight dancing along the floor and reached for Edward. I blinked up at him as he watched me wake.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good morning, my beautiful girl," he said with a lazy smirk.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stretched and grinned at his words, absurdly happy. "Good morning, Edward." I shifted my legs and hummed at the wonderful tension at the apex of my thighs. I lifted my left hand to run it through his hair and my ring sparkled in the light.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Apprehension filled me instantly. "What happens now? We – we got married last night."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, we did," he answered seriously. "And I don't regret that Do you?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shook my head quickly.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good. Then I think we should go down and have breakfast and talk out the details. No matter what, though, I'm committed and so are you. That's the most important thing, everything else will fall into place."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sounds like a plan," I replied with a soft smile.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But first," he whispered and bent to kiss me, "I intend to make my sexy wife scream my name with me buried to the hilt inside her."</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I moaned as we joined together in a dance as old as time, but that was new and exciting and more intensely pleasurable than I'd thought would be possible.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I had just finished showering and dressing in my room and was waiting for Edward to join me when Alice came bounding in. I'd been idly staring out the window at the strip and grinning like a loon. Now, I was slammed with the knowledge that I was her new stepmother and had no idea how she would react. Not well, I'd wager.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, there you are! Where did you go last night? You disappeared and I checked in when Jazz and I came up to his room, but you weren't here. Please God, tell me you found some hot guy and finally got laid again! I mean, you and Mike were just a disastrous combination and you need to know what really great sex can be like. Judging by the cat that ate the canary smile you had when I walked in, you definitely did! I need deets, tell me everything! Is he hot? How many times did you come? Are you going to see him again? Who is he and when do I get to meet him?"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She bounced on her feet and I felt sick at having to tell her the truth. She was going to hate me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alice, stop. Alice!" I shouted to cut off her rambling. I huffed out a nervous breath and ran my hand through my hair.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh my fucking God!" she screeched. "You got fucking married?! Holy shit, Bella!"</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stared in horror at my ring that I had inadvertently flashed to her. The door opened behind her and Edward stepped through, oblivious to the train wreck that was happening. I darted my eyes from Edward to Alice and back again.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His face was stunned for a second, but then his gaze caught mine and he nodded to me. I smiled at his reassurance as he moved to stand next to me.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I grasped his hand in mine as we faced the first of many challenges head on. I knew whatever her reaction; it would be okay as long as we were together.</span></span></div><div class="p5"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alice," I said in a confident voice and bit my lip against the irrational urge to grin ecstatically. "We got married last night."</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-39705522637017569512012-07-28T22:41:00.000-07:002012-08-27T22:42:05.184-07:00He Will Be Mine<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward may have been my father's best friend and step-brother, but that didn't stop me from wanting him. He was going to be mine no matter what that would cost me. </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Drama/Romance Word Count: 9,661 Pairing: Edward & Bella</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span></span></div><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Disclaimer: All Twilight related things belong to Stephenie Meyer.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's Point of View</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I dropped my bags on the marble floor and sighed. My arms and back were killing me. I was so happy to be done with my first year at the University of Washington. I had taken as many classes as I could and worked had my butt off—well, when I wasn't out partying. This past week I had been busy packing up my dorm room and moving my things back into the mansion called home.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It wouldn't be so bad moving back home if it wasn't for my overbearing step-mother. She had two decades on my dad—fifty-five to his thirty-five. Dad ran a big company with his best friend, Edward Cullen, who also happened to be my step-brother. I know it's a bit confusing, so here is the back story.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My father and mother, Renee, were high school sweethearts and she got pregnant with me at her senior prom. Shortly after my birth, my mother decided that she didn't want to settle down, and she left Dad and me. Now she travels around the world with her younger boyfriend, Phil. My father grew up with Edward Cullen, and a couple years later Edward's father Carlisle passed away from a heart attack. Carlisle was only forty-five years old. It was really sad; he was so young and so kind. One lonely night my father went to talk to Edward, but he wasn't around. He started talking to Esme instead. One thing led to another and boom, they got hitched.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward wasn't too happy that his best friend was married— not to mention banging— his mother, but he didn't have much choice. Charlie and Esme were married and in love. While my father spent most of his nights working himself to death in his office, Esme called me non-stop about going shopping, going to lunch, charity events, and baking. She needed to find a hobby and fast, because she was driving me insane.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The only thing keeping me sane about coming home was Edward. My step-brother was fucking sexy as hell. He was tall and had crazy penny-colored sex hair and bright emerald green eyes. He was lean and more than once I had caught him with his shirt off while he worked out in the gym. I didn't care that he was the same age as my father; thirty-five wasn't that old. I was eighteen, turning nineteen a couple of months. I wasn't a child anymore and I wanted Edward to know that.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My best friends Alice and Rosalie had strategized with me seducing my father's best friend or step-brother— whatever you want to call him. This summer I was finally going to go through with that plan. Now, we just had to come up with how I was going to execute the plan and start moving forward.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Walking up the long staircase, I heard Esme's heels echoing from down below. "Isabella? Is that you, sweetheart?" she asked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How many fucking times do I have to tell her to call me, Bella!</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, Esme, I'm just going to put my things in my room," I answered in a sickly sweet tone.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't wait to listen to whatever else she had to say, so I continued walking up the stairs and into my bedroom. Edward and I were on the second floor, while our parents were on the first floor. This seducing thing definitely had to work in my favor.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Walking into my room, it looked like I had never left. My desk looked untouched except for the missing laptop that was in my suitcase. This room was always more adult-like, compared to my friends' rooms. The walls were light beige; the coffee brown and dark blue comforter looked like something a married couple would have, and the pictures that adorned the room were photos of tourist sights in different countries.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I set my bags down on the bed and started unpacking when Esme came in. "Oh, Isabella, it is so great to have you back home. I can't wait for you to tell me all about college life." She smiled and pulled me into a hug.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, please," I gritted.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, sorry." She looked down, a little embarrassed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For being fifty-five, Esme looked a lot older than she was— maybe because she didn't try to keep herself up. Her usual copper hair was grayer now, and she was covered in wrinkles. What my father saw in her I would never know. There was a time when I loved Esme, but once she got married to my father she became overbearing. She tried to be my mother but she wasn't.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As much as I hated my mother for leaving me, I didn't blame her. My father was always at the office. He didn't give my mother any attention at all. We rarely saw him. During my breaks from school, I would always visit my mother and we would go to the warm beaches in Florida, hang out and gossip, and she would teach me how to make new recipes she tried and loved. It was as easy as breathing air— unlike Esme, who practically suffocated me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She continued to stare at me, waiting for me to say something to her, but I didn't really want to talk to her right now.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry Esme, I'm feeling a bit tired from the long drive. Do you think you could give me some time to sleep and freshen up before dinner?" I asked her.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of course. I'll wake you up before the boys get home for dinner," she said, giving me a big hug and walking out of the room. This vacation at home better be worth it if I have to put up with her for the next three months.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I finished unpacking before taking a much-needed nap.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWMB~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, Bella, your first year of college is complete. How do you feel?" my father asked me. He took a big bite of lasagna.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If there was one thing that I did love about Esme, it was her cooking. The woman could cook some great fucking food.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nothing, really," I shrugged. It was just like answering the question on your birthday. 'Do you feel older now?'</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My father dropped the subject and we continued to eat in silence. I was a little pissed off right now. Edward apparently had to finish up a few things at the office, so he wouldn't be making it to dinner tonight.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dinner was a little awkward and as soon as I finished eating I went upstairs and sent Alice and Rosalie a text to come over. They lived on the same street as me. About ten minutes later they had both arrived and we sat on my bed, thinking of ways to help me seduce Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've got it!" Alice jumped up, her blue eyes sparkling. She was such a tiny little thing.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alright, tomorrow we are going to go clubbing, then you pretend you're drunk and somehow mistakenly end up in his bed. I'm sure he won't be able to resist you, especially if you enter his room in some nice lingerie."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, that's perfect!" Rose agreed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rose took out the bottle of wine she had snuck out of her parent's bar and poured us each a glass. We cheered and took a big sip of the divine wine. There was a small knock on the door and I mouthed <i>Esme</i>to them.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come in," I said in that same fake sweet tone.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Instead of Esme, it was the Greek God I had been planning on seducing. "Oh, Edward," I yelped and ran into his arms.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hi. I didn't know you had company," Edward said, wrapping his arms tightly around me and looking at Rose and Alice.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, we decided to have a girl's night in." I smiled at him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward had been aging well; he obviously didn't get that from his mother. His bronze hair was wild and unruly, his green eyes looked tired, he had some scruff on his face, and I could feel his muscles ripple underneath me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, I don't want to take too much of your time. I just wanted to say welcome back home. We can catch up tomorrow night?" he asked hopefully.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, well we were going to go out tomorrow night, but how about lunch Saturday?" I smiled and licked my bottom lip.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward stared intently on the movement. I heard his small gasp. He swallowed loudly before nodding his head and agreeing on Saturday.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Goodnight, ladies." Edward waved to Rose and Alice before he left.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That hot piece of ass has it bad for you," Rose smirked devilishly and took another sip of her wine.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I would hope he does. I'm quite attractive." My ego was boosted quite a bit from that information.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shut up, Bella!" Alice giggled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"To Operation Seduce Edward Cullen." Rose raised her glass and together we all cheered.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tomorrow Edward Cullen would be mine.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWMB~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella!" I heard my name being called from behind me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Turning my head, I saw Alice rushing over with a couple of shots and quite the charmer on her arm.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I would like you to meet Demetri. He got us some shots. Demetri, this is my girlfriend, Bella, and our other friend, Rosalie, is somewhere dancing." Alice waved her hand around, not wasting a second before she took a shot.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hi," I greeted him with a small, seductive smile.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hello," he said back. He seemed a little shy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Whoa, that felt good," she smiled and handed me a shot.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I drank it down like a pro while gazing into Demetri's eyes. "Would you like to dance?" I asked him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure." He nodded his head, but his facial features disagreed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Taking his hand in mine, I brought him over to the dance floor. He stood there for a few minutes, not really knowing what to do. I grabbed his left hand and pulled him closer, hoping to loosen him up, but he was as stiff as a board.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you not want to dance?" I asked him, still moving my hips to the beat of the music.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stared into my eyes for a few uncomfortable minutes before leaning down and whispering into my ear. "I'm gay."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A little taken aback, I looked at him. He was biting his lip nervously. "And what's the problem?" I asked him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, you're not mad? I thought you were looking for a guy to take home," he said shyly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I laughed at him. "No not at all. We just needed someone to buy our drinks. There is a certain guy at home I am trying to seduce, if you know what I mean," I winked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, Alice told me while I sat at the bar waiting for my drink," he laughed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of course Alice told him. She couldn't keep a secret even if her life depended on it.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And yet you still bought us drinks. What a great guy. Does she know you're gay?" I asked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not at all," he grinned and finally started dancing with me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As we danced to the song, I felt like someone was watching me. Opening my eyes, they wandered around until they landed on a pair of dark eyes at the end of the bar. He was eyeing Demetri up. Draining his drink, he set it down on the bar and started making his way over to an oblivious Demetri.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I twisted out of his arms, and stood up tall. "Have fun," I whispered, and smiled at the guy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Demetri's eyes opened and he started talking to the other guy. His eyes sparkled and they soon started dancing with each other. I got Demetri hooked up, and now it was time for me to get my man. Alice and Rosalie were both at the table waiting for me. They wore matching, mischievous smirks as we grabbed our things and left the club.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You better be ready, Edward, because I'm coming to get you," I whispered under my breath.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWMB~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Alice and Rosalie had the cab drop me off first. As I stumbled out of the car they both cheered. "Good luck!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shut-up," I hissed at them.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They giggled drunkenly before I slammed the cab door on them and headed up the cobble steps. I hoped they made it to their front doors; they were both wasted. I drank only one shot and a couple sips of my martini, so I felt a little buzz, but I was still aware of my surroundings.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The lights were all off when I stepped foot in the house. It was eerily quiet, so I assumed everyone was in bed. As quietly as I could, I walked up the stairs with my heels in my hand. With each step I took, I could feel the excitement passing through my body. I finally reached the top and instead of going toward my door, like I should have done, I went to Edward's.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I opened the door, I unzipped my dress and let it fall down to my feet. I quickly grabbed it off the floor and then I went for it.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Opening the door, my eyes found him sleeping on his back. His muscular chest was bare and his washboard abs were on full view. I quietly shut his door and locked it before I started the real performance.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Acting like a complete drunk, I stumbled around until I fell on the bed. Edward stirred a little bit, making the sheets drift down slightly exposing his happy trail and the elastic band of his briefs. I giggled again and straddled his waist. He wasn't even awake and he was already hard. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I thought. Pun fully intended.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I leaned back and unclasped the black lace bra. My girls sprang free, waiting for some much needed attention. Tilting forward, I brought my mouth to his ear and swirled my tongue around the cartilage.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, I need you," I whispered and slowly started to rock my hips against his erection.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He slowly stirred from his sleep as I placed open mouthed kisses along his chest. When he realized that someone was on top of him, he said, "What the..?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Twisting away from me, he turned on the light on his night stand. His face went from confused to horror in a matter of seconds when he realized who was on him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"B-B-Bella?" he stuttered.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I smiled mischievously, "Hey big boy." I leaned down whispering his name. My hand lightly squeezed his throbbing cock while I kissed him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, stop!" Edward tried to get away from me but I held my ground and continued to kiss him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, enough," Edward shoved me back.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Playing along as a drunk, I giggled at him. "Oh fum o I eed boo."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, are you drunk?" he asked, shocked, and stared at my bare breasts for a few seconds.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ayte," I giggled. It was kind of hard to pretend I was drunk.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit! You're only eighteen. You shouldn't be drinking alcohol. Come on, let's get you into bed with some clothes on," he croaked. Standing up, he grabbed my dress and bra and held them out to me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I rolled over onto his bed and got underneath the covers. "Oooo umpy," I smiled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, come on. You can't sleep in here," Edward sighed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He came over to me and tried to pry me away from the bed, but I wouldn't budge. I could see irritation pass over his face, and then determination. As he picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Slowly I started to grind myself against him and he shivered. I heard a faint "Fuck" fall from his lips. Quickly opening his door, he ran down the hall into my room. He dropped me on the bed and threw some clothes at me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Goodnight, Bella," he struggled to say before he quickly disappeared out of my room without so much as a glance toward me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I punched my pillow, angry that he had rejected my advances. What fucking guy would reject a half-naked woman grinding on his junk? The thing that Edward Cullen didn't know was, his rejection only made me want to try harder. I would not rest until he was mine.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Calling the girls, I told them everything. They couldn't believe that he didn't give in. After ending my call with them, I changed into a big t-shirt and quickly let sleep overtake me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The next morning I woke up bright and early. I got ready before I went downstairs to an empty kitchen. That was a first; usually Esme was always in the kitchen.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Opening the fridge, I grabbed a big juicy red apple. I washed it off before cutting it into slices. I was cleaning the knife when Edward entered. His hair was astray and sexy as fuck. He was still shirtless, but now he was wearing pajama bottoms.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Morning," he greeted.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Morning," I smiled back.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looked around before coming up close to me. His green eyes stared deeply into mine. "Bella, about last night…"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shook my head. "What about last night?" I played dumb.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stared at me confused, trying to figure out if I was pretending or not. "I think we should talk about what happened last night at lunch."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay," I paused. "What happened last night?" I asked wanting to see if he would say anything.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Um…I…You…Let's just talk about it at lunch okay?" he stuttered and walked away.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I internally chuckled at his behavior before walking out of the kitchen and up to my room. I couldn't wait for lunch; I wondered what he was going to say about my antics.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The car ride over to the diner was a bit awkward, but I didn't mind. Edward led us to the table in the back corner. We each ordered a cheeseburger and strawberry milkshake before he started to talk.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So last night," he whistled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Last night?" I gave him a confused look.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I want you to know that I won't tell Charlie or my mother about it. What happened will stay between us," he cleared his throat.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded my head. He was really freaked out about it. "Um do you remember anything about last night?" he asked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of course I remember everything! I wasn't drunk!</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wanted to scream that, but instead I said, "I remember going out with Rose and Alice. We met this guy named Demetri. He was very attractive and bought us some shots," I explained and took a sip of my shake.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"This explains your behavior last night," he whispered underneath his breath.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, you should know never to take drinks from people at clubs or bars. He could have drugged you," he growled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, it's fine. Alice was with him the whole time." I waved him off.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That doesn't mean anything!" he snapped and slammed his hands on the table. A couple of people in the diner looked at us.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fine, I won't take drinks from strangers. Can we please change the subject to something else?" I asked, bored with the way the conversation was going.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good. So, what are your plans for summer?" he asked, relaxing into the booth.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I smiled and licked my lips just thinking about my summer plans.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What about this dress," Esme paused. "Or this one?" she asked, holding up two dresses.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure," I smiled. Grabbing the dresses out of her hands, I rushed back into the dressing room.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't believe my father was forcing me to hang out with Esme. For the past hour she has been trying to get me to buy new clothes. If Esme was into fashion, it would be a lot easier to shop with her. Instead she has picked out poufy dresses, cartoon character t-shirts, granny panties, and other shit I won't even mention. I swear she thought I was six instead of eighteen.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How's it going?" She asked me from the other side of the room.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Great!" I said in a chipper tone.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme may think I am trying on the clothes she picked out, but I am really texting Rose and Alice and showing them pictures of what Esme had given me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Walking out of the dressing room, I handed one of the workers the two dresses back. I found Esme sitting in a chair outside of the rooms, her smile turned into a frown when I shook my head.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, maybe we will have better luck next time. I think we should head home. Your father and I have a big date tonight and I haven't finished packing." She smiled and winked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ew. Gross. Thanks for that image, Esme!</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, well, you kids be good tonight," Esme said, giving Edward a kiss on the cheek and me a hug before she ran off to the car.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My father mumbled something to Edward before he came over to me. "Behave, Bella," he whispered and gave me a hug.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I promise, Daddy," I giggled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My father nodded before he walked out of the house. Edward shut and locked the door. He turned toward me. "I have to finish some work up, so if you want, you can order pizza for dinner."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sounds great," I smiled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He gave me a slight grin and practically ran up the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed the phone and ordered a pizza for us.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When the pizza arrived, I brought up a couple slices to Edward. He was sitting at his desk going through some files. He thanked me before going back to his work.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Screaming inside, I turned away and walked out of his room. This was the perfect night to seduce him; our parents were gone tonight and wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Needing some advice from the girls, I sent them a quick text. A few minutes later my phone chirped.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Doesn't Edward have a view of the pool? ~A</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Yes, why? ~B </i>Ityped back, quickly confused.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Skinny dipping?~A</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I knew I loved Alice for a reason. That was a perfect idea; he was sitting as his desk in front of the window that overlooked the pool. And it was a hot night in Forks, so it would make sense to go swimming.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I quickly stripped out of my clothes and grabbed a towel to cover up my naked body. Walking over to Edward's room, I knocked on his door.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come in," he called.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I poked my head in. "Hey, I am going for a swim. If you need me, I will be out there."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alright, have fun." He smiled before turning back to that stupid file.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As soon as he looked out that window he wouldn't know what hit him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dipping my toe in the pool, I checked the temperature of the water. It was nice and cool compared to the humid atmosphere. I dropped my towel, letting the warm air hit my body, before I dived into the pool gracefully.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I came up for air and there he was, Edward himself staring at me with an open mouth through the kitchen window. I guess he decided to leave his room after all. He stood there in shock for a few seconds, before he came running outside.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What the hell do you think you are doing? We have neighbors around here," he hissed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I swam over to the steps. His breathing was ragged. "I just needed to cool off. I don't see what the big deal is," I said, rising on my knees.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My face was eye level with his throbbing erection. "Bella, what are you doing?" he asked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes darkened when I ran my hand up his leg. I stopped at his hardening length, adding a little pressure. He groaned. "Fuck," he whispered.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Despite my rubbing him through his black gym shorts, he shook his head and backed away. "Bella, no. This isn't right. Charlie's my best friend. I've known you since you were a baby."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The same best friend that fucks your mother," I asked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't. That doesn't even make what you're trying to do right," he said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Determined to get him to give in, I stood up and strutted toward him. Every step forward I took, he took one back. We continued our little dance until he fell onto a lounge chair. Taking the opportunity, I quickly straddled his waist. I ground into him, making him release a string of profanities.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, we can't…Please…Fuck…" he groaned.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took his limp hands and placed them on my bare breasts. "I need you, Edward," I whimpered.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm seventeen years older than you. Your dad is my fucking best friend. This is highly inappropriate." He tried to pull his hands away.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Your body seems to disagree," I whispered as I sucked his earlobe.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I-I-I c-ca-cant…"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, you can. Fuck me, Edward," I begged.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I placed kisses along his jaw, cheek, the corner of his mouth, and finally pressed my lips firmly onto his. I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. His lips latched onto mine, and he gently sucked on my bottom lip. The kiss was full of need and want, everything I had ever fantasized about.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was finally giving into temptation. His hands started to massage my perky breasts. My hands ran up his biceps, shoulders, and neck, until they found home in his luscious locks.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit!" he shivered. His hands moved from my breast to my hips. He gripped them hard as he ground me into his throbbing cock. I was going to lose my mind if he didn't start taking this up a notch.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I placed my hands on the hem of his tank top and slowly pulled it off. Licking my lips consciously, I stared at his six-pack abs and the light trail of copper hair leading down south. Not wanting to waste any time, I kissed his chest, paying special attention to his sensitive nipples. I sucked on the skin of his abs while he moaned and moved underneath me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bringing my hands down to the elastic waistband on his shorts, I was quickly stopped from pulling them down. Edward's strong hands encircled my wrists.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could see the turmoil in his face. "Bella, I don't know how much more I can take. As much as I want to do this, I don't think we should. I don't want to risk my friendship with Charlie."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Placing my hands on his face, I attached my lips to his for a second. "Edward, my father and your mother never thought about how you or I would feel when they fucked each other. I know that doesn't make what we are doing right, but I have wanted you for as long as I can remember. This isn't some kind of revenge fantasy that I want to play out. I can't take this playing hard to get shit anymore. I like you. I want you. I need you. Please?" I begged.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He quickly picked me up and ran inside, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. Dropping me on the bed, he stripped out of his shorts. Edward climbed on top of me and attached his lips to mine. They were so soft and warm. This kiss was so much better than I imagine in my dreams. Tingles shot throughout my body as he probed his tongue into my mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The kiss was full of need and want. He ground his thick cock against my aching pussy. I wanted him to thrust into me, but he wouldn't.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His lips left mine and drifted down. He sucked and nibbled on my neck and collarbone, and stopped when he got to my beaded nipples. Taking my right nipple into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the nub and sucked hard. My body was heated and in need of release.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's lips trailed down my stomach until they found their destination. I moaned loudly when his tongue swept up my slit. "Fuck, you taste so good, baby," he moaned.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My hands let go of his sheets and clutched his head. "Oh, Edward…Yes…That feels so fucking good!" I moaned in pleasure.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The sounds he was making with his tongue made me wetter. It felt so fucking good. His tongue probed my opening as he thrust in and out.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My back arched up and my legs shook. "Please don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He spread my lips wide and sucked on my clit. Surprising me, he thrust two fingers into me roughly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck you're so fucking tight! I can't wait to fuck your tight little pussy," he grunted.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pulling his fingers out of my pussy, he moved up my body. He reached over into his nightstand and pulled out a black foil packet. He quickly put the condom on and then he was inside of me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck, you're fucking tight as hell!" he moaned.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was a slight pinch at first, but once my body adjusted to his size, I relaxed more. Sex had never felt this good with the two other guys I had slept with. My first time was at a graduation party and the guy didn't last longer than twenty seconds. The second time the guy only cared about getting himself off. Edward however, was clutching my sweaty body to his as he pounded into me. His balls slapped against my pussy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Wrapping my legs around his waist, I held him to my body. "That feels so good," I moaned.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward moved up, releasing my legs from his grip and pushed my legs out as he thrust into me. "Look at my fucking cock as it fucks that hot little pussy of yours," he grunted.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes moved from his and stared at his thick rod coated in my juices. It was such a fucking turn on. He thrust into me a couple more times before he pulled me up and clutched me against his body. He grasped my hips in a firm hold and helped me move on top of him. My arms locked around his neck and soon our lips found each other.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I kissed him like my life depended on it. My stomach coiled and I could feel the familiar build up forming. Edward moved his right hand to my clit and started rubbing circles. "Fuck! Please don't stop!" I cried out.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I need you to cum," he begged. He placed his head in the crook of my neck as he nipped on my damp skin.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He added a little pressure to my clit before I fell over the edge in pleasure. My body shook as I screamed his name. Edward soon followed after me calling my name. He clutched my body tightly against his as we tried to get our breathing under control.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes felt droopy and my body felt sated. Edward pulled out of me and laid me down on his bed. I whimpered from the loss of his body next to me when he left. He disposed of the used condom and came back with a warm towel to clean me off. A few minutes later he came back to the bed and pulled me against his chest as we both let sleep overtake us.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The next morning I woke up to Edward shaking my shoulders roughly. "Bella, come on you need to get dressed and out of my room. Charlie and Esme are coming up the driveway." I could feel the stress rolling off his body.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit!" I jumped out of his bed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He handed me one of his football t-shirts and I quickly ran out of his room and into mine. I heard the loud sound of heels clicking against the marble floors below and Esme's voice echoing up the stairway.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hello! Kids, we're home," Esme called.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Running into my bathroom, I quickly checked my appearance. There standing in the mirror was a girl with the biggest fucking grin on her face and wild sex hair. I had finally seduced Edward. I would definitely need to text Alice and Rose later, but first I needed to brush the rats nest on top of my head before my father saw it.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sticking my comb in the water, I brushed it through my tangled hair. When I felt pleased with it, I brushed my teeth and got dressed before walking downstairs to greet my father.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I ran into Edward and he pulled me aside with a nervous glance to the side. "We have to talk about last night. Are you free for lunch later?" he whispered.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes," I said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alright, we'll talk about it then," he sighed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded my head and ran into my father's arms. "Hi, Daddy!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How's my little girl?" he smiled and hugged me tightly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm perfect," I replied.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As quickly as it disappeared, I was able to recognize the suspicion in his eyes. He let it go and told me all about his night with Esme. I pretended to be interested, but let's face it, who wants to listen to their father talk about his sex life with their step-mother.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Later that day, Edward and I left for lunch. The car ride was short and awkward all the way to the diner.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When we were seated, I couldn't help but feel jealous at the voluptuous blonde flirting with Edward. He liked it, because he was flirting right back with her.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hello I'm right fucking here!</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She quickly took our usual order and Edward turned his attention back to me with a serious look. "Oh, so you do remember that I'm here." I snapped.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?" he asked completely oblivious to the fact of flirting with another woman?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What am I, fucking chopped liver? We had sex not even twenty-four hours ago and you are already flirting with the next thing with legs and boobs," I hissed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He rolled his eyes at me. "Since you brought it up, I guess we should get right to it. Last night was a one-time thing. I think it's best if we forget it ever happened. You're my fucking step-sister and my best friend's daughter, for fuck's sake. That girl right over there," he pointed to the blonde waitress. "She is single and is not in any shape or form related to my best friend. The perfect woman for me to date," he said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"A twenty-something year-old woman who works at a diner as a waitress. Wow you really have high standards," I rolled my eyes sarcastically.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, you know what I mean. Last night should have never had happened. You fucking seduced…" he paused for a second. "Wait a second, did you know that I would see you outside naked? Did you fucking plan the whole thing?" he questioned. He was turning slightly red.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Maybe, maybe not, the point is it worked, you wanted me, I wanted you, and we both had consensual sex," I stated.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Was this all some sick kind of fucked up game? How long were you planning this?" he asked, clearly angry.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, drop it, would you. You could have said no at any time," I said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I did try and stop you," he gritted through his teeth.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But you gave in. That means deep down inside of you, you know that you wanted me just as much as I wanted you," I smiled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He clenched and unclenched his fist, his face was turning bright red. "Bella, get this through your head. It was a mistake, something that shouldn't have happened. I'm practically your second father. Just think of it this way, I haven't had sex in a couple of weeks and you were the only woman offering last night. You will act like this never happened. Do you understand me?" he said lowly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Crystal," I hissed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was so fucking pissed at him. The Edward I knew was kind and sweet never this asshole that was sitting in front of me. I stood up from the table, a mix between losing my appetite and wanting to get away from him, but he didn't budge. He gripped my arm tightly in his.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Where the hell do you think you are going?" he asked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Anywhere where you aren't," I growled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"See, you couldn't even handle having sex with me. You're being such an immature brat right now. This is why any type of romantic relationship wouldn't work between us."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I leaned down and wrenched my arm out of his vice grip. "Fuck you, Edward."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His taken aback look made me dash quickly out of the diner. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I quickly called Rosalie.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey girl," she answered.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, can you pick me up at the diner?" I asked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The other side of the phone was quiet. "Yeah, but I thought you were there with Edward. Did that asshole leave you there?" she asked angrily.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I chuckled. "No, but he is a fucking asshole. So much for Operation Seduce Him. I'll tell you when you get here," I said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alright, see you in about five minutes, Babe," she said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thanks."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, you plan to seduce me and I'm the asshole?" I jumped, surprised to hear Edward behind me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Leave me alone, Edward," I sighed, not turning to look at him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You sure are a piece of work, Bella Swan. Come, on let's go home," he said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Rose is picking me up," I said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, you're being fucking ridiculous. We are both going to the same place. I can drive you home."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Turning around, I noticed red lipstick on Edward's upper lip. "Don't you move fast?" I said, pointing to his lip.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"At least she doesn't plan ways to get me into bed," he smirked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, well you got your wish. I won't ever try to get you into bed again. It definitely wasn't worth it." I looked him up and down adding the last bit to make him upset.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I didn't hear you complaining last night."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, you were the only male in the house last night, and I needed a quick fix if you know what I mean," I said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Spotting Rosalie's red BMW, I started walking towards it. "Keep telling yourself that, Bella," he said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Jeeze, what the fuck happened between last night and this morning?" Rosalie asked as she drove away.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I told her the long ass story, starting with waking up next to him until she came and picked us up. "He is so not worth it. We should go to the club again tonight. I'll call Alice," she smiled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That sounds like a great plan," I mumbled and closed my eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could feel the familiar buzz of the alcohol pumping through my veins. Leave it to Rose and Alice to find a man to buy us drinks. I don't think if he knew our real age that would have stopped him, either.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Feeling dizzy from dancing in between the hot sweaty bodies, I stumbled my way over to the booth we had reserved. Rose was still out there somewhere dancing with a meaty man— I swear he looked like a bear. Alice was walking back to our table with a couple of tequila shots.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tonight, I planned on getting drunk. I had decided that if Edward wanted to be a jerk and ignore his feelings for me then I would ignore him too. For the remainder of the summer, I would act like he didn't exist. I knew it was immature, but right now I couldn't give a fuck.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ay, Wella." Alice giggled like a school girl and stumbled over the step, almost dropping the drinks.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alice, I love you!" I yelled and wrapped my arms around her. We both giggled and each took a shot. The golden liquid burned my throat as it went down.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After that she dragged me back to the dance floor. I loved the high I was on. Hopefully Rose or Alice would let me sleep over, because my father would kill me if he saw how drunk I was.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Alice and I danced with each other for a couple of songs before she ditched me for a hot sexy southern blonde hunk of a man. I continued to dance by myself until I felt big hands wrap around my waist.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Did anyone ever tell you how fucking sexy you are?" I froze instantly. I would know that velvety silk-like voice anywhere.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Turning around, I saw Edward standing behind me with a look of shock on his face. "Bella?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded and stared deeply into his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked and quickly retracted his hands from my hips.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What do you think I'm doing, Edward?" I said, leaning in close to him. I could smell a hint of aftershave and beer.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But…You're…" he couldn't form a sentence.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Annoyed with him for ruining my buzz, I turned on my heels and left. I should have known that he was going to follow me, but I was trying to be hopeful.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Go away, Edward," I sighed when I sat down at our table.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He sat down next to me so our thighs were touching. "I don't think I will," he laughed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rolling my eyes, I downed the rest of my martini. So much for forgetting Edward tonight. My friends had ditched me and now I was stuck with the last person I wanted to be with at this moment.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry for the way I treated you earlier," Edward spoke loudly in my ear.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Looking at him, I could see in his eyes that he really was. The question was if I wanted to believe and move on.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank you," I replied and left the table. My body was heated by him and I needed to get away before I did something I would regret.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Finding Alice and her southern gentleman deep in the middle of the dance floor, I started dancing near them. Alice grabbed my hands and we started dancing and giggling like little schoolgirls. She was clearly drunk.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Feeling arms pull me back into a hard chest, I turned my head to see Edward with a goofy smile. His mood swings are giving me a fucking whiplash. First he doesn't want me, then he does, then he doesn't want me again, and now it seems like he does.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're too fucking sexy for your own good," he moaned and licked my ear.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He ground my ass into his growing arousal and his big hands ran up my sides. When he was this close to me, it was very hard to concentrate. "Edward, you," I couldn't think speak coherently.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward turned me around so we were both looking at one another. "I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella. I'm sorry for all the mean things I said and for openly flirting with that waitress earlier, but I needed to push you away. If your father knew the thoughts going through my mind whenever you are around, I would be a dead man. But, I don't care anymore. While you were gone this afternoon, I started to think about the things I needed and wanted in my life, and that's you, Bella." He smiled and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jumping up in his arms, I caused him to stumble back a little bit. My lips attached themselves to his. He licked across my lips asking for permission to enter, which I gladly granted. His tongue explored my mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could hear a faint "Get it girl!" from Alice in the background.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His tongue swept across my upper teeth before massaging my tongue. Sucking on his bottom lip when he needed to catch his breath, I stared into his deep green orbs.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, if we don't get out of here in the next couple of seconds, I might be fucking you on this dance floor," he growled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Giving Alice a quick hug goodbye, I pulled Edward with me out of the club. He called a taxi and we sat in the back making out and touching one another. The taxi driver was not pleased at all; he kept yelling at us to "knock it off."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When we arrived home, Edward paid the cab driver a little extra to compensate for our behavior. We stumbled up the stairs to the door, mostly because our lips were still attached to one another. After Edward was able to unlock the door the fifth time, he hoisted me up in his strong arms and pressed me up against the closed door.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck me, Beautiful," he growled, and ground his throbbing arousal against my pelvis.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I made quick work on his bottom lip, and then heard the sound of a throat clearing as the lights turned on. Edward and I both stiffened and turned to see who had interrupted us.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Standing there with his arms crossed at his chest and his lip curled in anger was my father. He was supposed to be at a charity gala with Esme tonight.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hi, Daddy," I choked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit!" Edward cursed and dropped me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shit is exactly right. What the fuck are you doing with my daughter?" my father growled and marched his way over to us.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Um, Charlie, I can explain," Edward said as I stood there, frozen.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, wait, let me guess. This is payback, huh? You couldn't stand the fact that I was fucking your mother a few years ago, and now you thought you would get back at me by fucking my daughter. My daughter who is seventeen years your junior," my father hissed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Charlie, it wasn't like that," Edward sighed and held his hand out.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then please by all means explain to me what the hell is going on between the two of you," my father waved his hand between the two of us.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've always loved Bella like a sister, but the older she got the more attracted to her I became... I fought my attraction to her for as long as I could, but she is almost nineteen. She isn't your little girl anymore, Charlie. She is a woman now. And if you look back, you aren't in any way, shape or form allowed to talk. You were fucking my mother behind my back for months, and the only reason I ever found out was because my mother sent a text to me instead of you," Edward explained.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's different. Your mother wasn't a fucking child," my father argued.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They were acting like I was invisible even though I was standing in between them. This whole situation seemed to be about my father and Esme, and Edward was still upset about it.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella is going to be nineteen in a month. She isn't a child, Charlie. And the situation doesn't seem different to me at all. But unlike you, I was planning on asking you tomorrow what you thought about me dating Bella. You can't believe the guilt I felt after last night."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What happened?" my father hissed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I fucked him!" I blurted out and instantly coward into Edward's chest.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You what?" my father roared.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I…um…Well, you see what happened was," I tried to explain, but I couldn't formulate a sentence with my father steaming in front of me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Isabella Marie Swan, what the fuck did you do?" he repeated. I could tell from the extent of his anger he was very serious.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've had a crush on Edward for years, so the other night when you went out with Esme, Rose and Alice helped me plan to seduce Edward. If you think about it, you should be pleased, because it took a lot of begging and pleading before Edward caved in. He kept telling me about how it wasn't right, and we should think about you, but I can't say that I really cared about your feelings. You never did about mine," I explained.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Un-fucking-believable! So you did do this to get back at me. I have worked my ass off to provide for you, and to give you whatever the hell you want. I don't understand why you thought it would be appropriate to fuck my best friend," Charlie roared.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, providing me things that I didn't even want. You were always at your fucking office. Mom was always there for me, and you didn't start really paying attention to me until she left. Instead of trying to comfort me, you ran into the next best thing, Esme, and you fucked her behind your best friend's back for months. Instead of easing Esme into my life as your girlfriend you practically shoved her down my throat. She was your way of trying to distract me from what a workaholic you were. You didn't even come to my high school graduation!" I screamed, tears running down my face.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," my father said softly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward ran his hand up and down my arm, trying to comfort me. "I know that you didn't mean for anything to happen the way it did, just like Edward and I didn't mean for this to happen, but it did. I'm in love with him, Daddy," I cried.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was the first time I had ever said that about a guy and I knew that I really was in love with him. Edward was always there for me— he was the one who came to my graduation, he was the one who helped move my shit to the dorms, and he was the one who never tried to buy my love.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, please you can't be serious. You're only eighteen," he prattled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm very serious. I may be young, but I know what I want in my life, and I want Edward," I said with as much conviction as possible.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My father stared at me in silence a few minutes before turning his attention to Edward. "Bella, I want you to go upstairs and go to bed. Edward, I think we need to talk, now," he demanded.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll see you later," Edward whispered in my ear. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before he disappeared with my father.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Running up the stairs, I went into my bedroom and fell onto my bed, crying. I knew my father would never agree to Edward and me dating. The wretched sounds coming from my mouth echoed in my room.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Finally gaining some sanity, I got out of bed and quickly washed my face and changed into a pair of Edward's boxers and big t-shirt that I had stolen from him. Before I fell asleep I heard a faint squeak from my door, there was a dip in my bed and strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I knew it was Edward, but I was too exhausted from this long day to say anything to him before I fell asleep, but I knew that we would be okay.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~HWBM~</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, Babe can you bring me my water?" Edward called from our bedroom.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah," I replied.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Cutting the turkey sandwiches up, I placed them on paper plates and grabbed Edward's water bottle.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was in the in our little girl's room, rocking our one year-old to sleep. When I entered, I saw that Amanda was asleep in his chest, her curly bronze ringlets matted against her face.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, thanks!" he smiled at me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I carefully picked up Amanda and placed her in her crib without waking her up. Edward and I sat on the floor and watched her sleep while we ate our turkey subs. It was hard to take our eyes off of her; she was like a shiny new toy for a five year old. We didn't want to miss anything.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After the night my father found out about Edward and me, Dad and I went out to lunch and had a long talk. He thought long and hard before he approved of Edward and I having a romantic relationship. Things were definitely awkward the first year, especially when Edward asked me to marry him. Esme, on the other hand, was thrilled that her little boy was finally settling down and she helped me and my mother plan the wedding.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">During that first year, Esme and I had talked a lot and I became closer to her. I saw what my father had seen in her all those years ago. Esme was a kind, loving, and caring woman. She wanted the best for everyone. She was our biggest supporter.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A month after our wedding, Edward and I found out that we were going to have a baby. I was scared because I was still in school, but Edward believed in me and knew how important my education was to me. Finishing my junior year, I gave birth to our little girl.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When the fall semester started up it was hard to leave my little girl, but I knew she was in good hands with Esme. However, Edward and I knew this would be the hardest year yet. Not only was this my last year of school, but I was pregnant with twin boys. I swear Edward had super sperm.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How you feeling today," Edward asked, rubbing my protruding stomach.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Like I could eat a whole football field," I laughed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, you're eating for three now," he chuckled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm well aware of that," I giggled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Have the boys tamed their kicking down?" Edward asked, taking another gigantic bite.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I swear my boys were going to be soccer players one day with their insistent kicking. "Yeah, right, they don't ever stop," I laughed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward caressed my stomach and kissed my lips. "They will be just like their father."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Interrupting our little bubble, there was a loud knock on the door. "Bella, Edward," Esme called.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We're in Amanda's room," Edward said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Minutes later, Esme entered with my father. They started laughing at Edward and me when they noticed that we couldn't even eat alone without our little girl.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know she's sleeping?" my father laughed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, but we don't want to miss anything." I shot him a glare.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme playfully slapped my father's chest. "Oh, Charlie, give them a break. It's their first child. If I remember correctly, I never left Edward for the first year. Carlisle would get so annoyed with me, but you know how it can be." She had a smile from the memory.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alright, well I came over to watch the game with Edward, so come on," Charlie said, walking out of the room.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward rolled his eyes and laughed at my father before joining him. Esme sat next to me on the floor and handed me a delicious king size Snickers bar.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How was the appointment?" she asked.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It was great. The boys are both growing healthy and strong. One of them is a little bit smaller than the other, but the doctor said that was normal with twins," I said.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You will definitely have your hands full with them," she laughed and took a bite of her Hershey bar.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I will still definitely need your help," I laughed, "Now that Rose is a newlywed and traveling around the world and Alice and Jasper are having their first child."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll always be here to help. I love my grandbabies," she said, gesturing to my stomach.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"They love you, too," I smiled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was a faint cry from the crib and matching chocolate brown eyes stared into mine. "Ma," Mandy smiled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esme helped me up. I walked over to the crib and picked up Amanda. "Did you have a good nap? I asked her.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She nodded her head. I set her on the changing table and put on a new clean diaper and pink shorts. When she saw her grandmother she reached for her. Esme took her out of my arms and made goofy faces with my giggling ray of sunshine.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We walked downstairs and Amanda sat on the carpet surrounded by her father, grandfather, and grandmother. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl. I filled it with salsa and tortilla chips for the boys.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My father came up behind me and helped me grab the vegetable tray from the fridge and the chips.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He stopped me before we walked out of the kitchen. "I want you to know that as hesitant as I was about this situation, I am happy for you, Bella," He smiled.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thanks, Dad. I'm pretty happy, too. Edward takes really good care of me and Amanda," I agreed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, he is a great friend and husband," he smiled adoringly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Pa!" Amanda said smiling at my father.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What, baby girl?" my father asked, walking over to her.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I joined everyone in the family room, and Edward took the plate out of my hands. I sat right next to him while we watched Amanda enjoying all the attention she was getting, instead of the football game on the television.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know she is just like her mother," Edward whispered into my ear.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I chuckled at him. "She does indeed act like me. We will have our hands full between her and the boys," I laughed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, we certainly will," Edward let out a long whistle.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He kissed my temple as we continued to watch our bubbly daughter jump up and down until she fell on her butt.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My life may not have been perfect five years ago, but it definitely was now. Who would have predicted at twenty-three I would be married, have a house, a one year-old, and twin boys on the way? I certainly didn't, but I wouldn't change anything. I was happy and content with my life, because Edward was finally mine, and he gave me the gift of bearing his children and sharing a happy home with him. What more could I ask for?</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-23569196645191968192012-07-27T22:39:00.000-07:002012-08-27T22:39:59.096-07:00Need<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Teasing, taunting, sinfully sexual; all words to describe what she does to him, and him to her. The desire to give in, and take. The need to release. If only she wasn't his step-sister. If only their parents hadn't gotten married.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance Word Count: 10,999 Pairing: Edward & Bella </span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Disclaimer: Mature content. All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer, the plot and everything else belongs to the author.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was a torturous move on my mother's part, to re-marry a man with the most beautiful son one could imagine. I was fourteen when we moved in with my stepfather; Edward was twenty. While I was a freshman in high school, he was in his junior year of college. Carlisle was a good man, very sweet, and he doted on my mother. He loved her spontaneity and wanted to try anything and everything with her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That part was great; Carlisle taking care of my mom. The worst part of our little family? Edward; with his gorgeous green eyes, wild hair, and fuck-hot body. Even at fourteen I knew there was something between us.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I knew it was wrong to lust after him. He was my stepbrother, but I didn't care. At fourteen I had fantasies about him while I played with my clit, and by sixteen I was finger fucking my little pussy, imagining it was his cock. It was around then that Edward first made a move on me that was more than just an innocent touch and was unmistakably meant. It was fuel for my fantasies of him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was home for the summer for an internship, as he was every year, mostly hanging out with his friends. This, unfortunately and fortunately, meant that he was around much more than usual, taunting and teasing me…watching me</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Two could play at that game.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I loved that he watched me, and I loved to tease him in return. Just thinking about what he could be doing as he gazed at me from his hidden place had me gushing. Was he stroking himself, dripping with desire for me?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hoped so. That was my fantasy, after all. I wanted him. Wanted him so badly I could practically taste him on my lips. And I was going to have him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mom told me to get him for dinner, not fifteen minutes after I got off on his image. He was in his room, where I found him smoking pot. He stared at me as I stood in the doorway, daring me to come closer, and I did. It wasn't like I hadn't experimented with my friends already, so I closed the door and walked to him. He gestured for me to sit, my legs straddled his hips, finding a very nice seat there. I grabbed his hand, drawing the joint to my lips.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I loved the way he felt beneath me, the way he reacted. His hips bucked up, hand resting on my hip, pushing me down, grinding against my still sensitive clit.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mom called for us, probably wondering what was taking so long, and we were forced apart. He kissed my jaw as I reluctantly moved from his lap, leaving a small wet spot on his jeans. His gaze locked on the spot, his cock twitching beneath the fabric. The look in his eyes was animalistic, and I don't know what would have happened if mom hadn't called.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Unfortunately, Mom smelled the pot on both of us as soon as we entered the kitchen. There was yelling, I was grounded, and Edward was reprimanded for being "a bad influence on such a young girl." They didn't know that my friends and I had already tried it, and that I wanted him to be a bad influence on me, but in the sexual sense.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wanted my stepbrother, as weird and twisted as it was.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Three or so months later…</span></b></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, we're so glad you were able to make it for the weekend," Mom <i>gushed</i>, as always, enchanted to have her polite, 'good' boy of a stepson home.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We were sitting for dinner. Edward had just arrived ten minutes ago. The fucked up part? No one thought to tell me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I had been setting the table when he walked in. He barely looked at me. Same reaction since June when we'd gotten close in his room. He ignored me the rest of the summer. I couldn't figure out if he was embarrassed, ashamed, or really just didn't want anything to do with me. He'd always kept a safe distance from me, but the last few months had been extreme.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Don't think about it.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Too late.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't even taste my food as they talked during dinner. My body was pounding, my pussy swelling. My lips were so swollen and needy, I swore I could feel them pressing against the chair's cushion.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was wearing a skirt.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't know he'd be there, and I was regretting it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took a sip of water and fidgeted. My legs crossed under the table, my body trying to put some pressure on where it needed it most. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward's gaze flicker towards me. I could've sworn I saw something flash across them, then nothing. The water tasted like acid. He turned back to my stepdad and said something that I couldn't quite catch, since my brain was on fail.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The entire dinner went like that. I was in another world. We were almost done with dinner when Mom did the worst thing imaginable.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Without even knowing it, she broke apart a piece of me, and it was going to be near impossible to hide it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, Edward. I heard you might be seeing someone. Tell us all about her."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I say that I nearly flung my steak knife into my own mother, it was true. Not that I could blame Mom for my jealousy or the fact that Edward might be screwing some little bitch, but the amount of shock and rage that went through me almost had me doing something stupid. I had to tense every muscle and keep my eyes on the table to control what I was feeling within. Anger is a dangerous beast, indeed. If I had even a hint of laser vision, there would have been a hole burned in that fucking table.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Emmett tells his mom too much," was all Edward cryptically said, not elaborating further.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Which only pissed me off more.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tears were threatening to fall. It was stupid and infantile, but the idea of another woman having the right to touch him was painful. I didn't say anything for the remainder of our dinner. I couldn't. If I so much as opened my mouth to speak, I knew I was going to hit him with a million questions.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Who was she?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Were they serious?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Was Emmett telling the truth?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">More than once, I saw him look at me out of the corner of his eye. I studiously avoided that gaze but knew that my face was red and nothing could hide that.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, are you alright?" Carlisle asked at one point.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm fine," I managed to grind out, not meeting anyone's gaze.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As soon as everyone was done with dinner, and I saw that they planned to sit back and have a nice chat, I jumped up and offered to take the dishes, grabbing Mom's, Carlisle's, and my own.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was sorely tempted to leave Edward's, make him clean them himself.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In the end, I came back for them. When I took them, he looked up at me, those gray-green eyes too intense. They were asking. Probing. Demanding things I sure as hell wasn't going to give him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took his dishes and turned without a word, pretty much storming into the kitchen like the little brat I'd suddenly become. Mad at myself, but most of all, mad at <i>him, </i>I filled up the sink and tried to lose myself in the task.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don't know how much time passed, but it couldn't have been long because I still had half a sink of dishes left. I was actually starting to calm down when I felt him enter the kitchen.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The same way I always felt him whenever he was fucking near.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella?" he said quietly, obviously coming closer.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I ignored him, my jaw tense. The soapy water and its contents became fascinating to me, apparently, because I refused to move my attention away from it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, I'm talking to you."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And, clearly, I'm ignoring you.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I continued washing the dishes, fighting the urge to turn. To look. The pounding in my body was back and with every step he took closer, I could feel my thighs tensing. I ground my teeth together, determined not to let him see what he was doing to me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The same thing he probably did to <i>her, </i>whoever she was.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The fact that I felt tears pricking at my eyes again made me angrier. No way I could turn to him, no matter what my body wanted, when I knew damned well I was redder than hot coals.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't like being ignored, Bella. You know that," Edward said in a hard, quiet tone, making me jump because he sounded too close.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I rinsed a plate and placed it in the rack. Yeah, we had a dishwasher, but I'd foolishly thought that doing them by hand would buy me more time away from him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're mad," Edward commented, his breath hitting the skin of my shoulder.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I jumped again, and the glass I'd been rinsing fell into the sink. Thank God it was filled with water or else my mom would've probably heard and run in.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I continued to ignore him, even angrier now that I knew he'd picked up on what I was feeling. I couldn't feel his body behind me, but I could feel the heat coming off of it. One step and he'd be up against me. One step and we'd be touching.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What was he doing?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm pretty sure there's someone who wouldn't appreciate how close to me you are right now. Move," was all I told him, not turning to look at him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"There are many people who wouldn't appreciate it," Edward said, his tone odd.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I swallowed at that, trying to get my anger to calm down. Trying to think rationally enough to get through this.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Either way. I said move," I repeated, still pretending that all I cared about were the dishes.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're pissed off. I think I know why, but I want <i>you </i>to tell me."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Like fucking hell</i>.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For what? So he could be amused at the stupid <i>girl </i>that was pining away for him while he was off being with other women?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dear God, he's probably fucked her.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He's probably fucked a lot of women.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I might've slammed the spoons in my hand into the dish rack. In my defense, I was so angry it was making me sweat. My blood pressure was dangerously high.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I haven't seen you this mad in a while," he had the nerve to comment. "I forgot how beautiful you are when you're pissed." That managed to freeze me, and with my chest racing, I stared out the window above the sink, trying to make sense of what I'd just heard.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You remind me of a lion about to attack. I don't even have to see you to know," Edward continued, and Lord help me, because he did it. He took that last step. Heat roared off of him and slammed into me, showing no mercy. "A cat," he mumbled, grabbing my hair and moving it out of his way.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What is he doing?</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">God, please, don't stop.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His nose barely ghosted across my shoulder, making a legion of goose bumps break out. A shiver tore through me before I could stop it, and my back arched slightly from the sensation.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"An angry, hissing kitty cat. Dangerous and adorable. That's what you remind me of when you're like this," Edward said under his breath, sounding lost in his own head. He inhaled me, his lips grazing my shoulder.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," I whispered, trembling so hard my knees crashed against each other.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He let out a groan so low I almost didn't hear it. An agonized sound that shot straight through me and dove into my pussy. His hands came around my hips, hard, and before I even realized what he was up to, he had me pressed into the sink.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His hips into my ass.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could feel something long and hard, and my body recognized instantly what it was. I had to bite my lip hard as hell to keep myself from moaning out loud. On edge, I waited, barely breathing and feeling him everywhere.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Needing to feel more.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck, Kitty," Edward groaned, sliding his soft lips across my shoulder again. "This is wrong."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Who gives a fuck? He called me Kitty. I swear, his voice, giving me that nickname, made me about to come. My wet hands came out of dish water and latched onto the edge of the sink, squeezing down so hard I almost felt the bones crack.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," was all I could say, my nipples so hard they hurt as they strained against my bra.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I can't," Edward whispered, his forehead landing on my shoulder. His hips thrust against me two times. Two. I felt his teeth come down on my skin, another thrust, and I nearly lost it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh fuck," I whimpered under my breath, pressing myself back into him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I forgot everything.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I forgot that he was supposedly seeing someone else. I forgot that my mom and his dad were in the house somewhere and could walk in at any moment. All that mattered was the hollow pounding slashing through my veins.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella...I..."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella? Have you seen Edward?" my mom called from the living room.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He shot back from me so fast, I almost fell backwards. I heard him storm out of the kitchen and out the door leading to the backyard. My body wailed, demanding that I follow him, but I couldn't.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was frozen there. In so much agony that I wanted to curl into a ball and cry.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What the fuck had just happened?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Why did he do that to me?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, honey, where's Edward?" Mom came into the kitchen and asked.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Backyard," I answered, pretending that I was still doing the dishes. I heard her follow him out there. The moment she was gone, I rinsed the last knife, threw it in the dish rack, and rushed up to my room.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I needed to be alone. I needed to think. But worse of all, I needed to do something about the amount of horniness I was suffering from or else I was going to go fucking insane.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Four months later...</span></b></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of course he would come home for Christmas, the first time I'd seen him since the girlfriend debacle.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It wasn't true; there was no girlfriend.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There were, however, at least two one-night stands.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nice to know he was getting some while I was stuck pleasuring myself.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mom was ecstatic to have him home and even planned a nice family dinner out on the night of his arrival. It was a fancy restaurant that Carlisle loved to take her to, and she decided to share it with us.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was too fancy for my tastes; dresses and suits. Edward got away from the jacket part of the suit, despite Carlisle reminding him that he would be wearing suits daily as a lawyer.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was set out to tease him, to get him back for last time, so I found the sexiest dress in my collection. It was so short, you could see everything if I bent over, but since it was frilly and not tight, Mom said it was acceptable. From the look Edward gave me, acceptable it wasn't. I swear his eyes were glassy, and his cock was ready and waiting for me to bend over for him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The menus were fancy, the decor over the top to the point of being almost gaudy. The food sounded snooty. I'd rather have a burger and fries. I ended up with a steak and potato, same as Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was minding my own business, trying to tune out Mom and Carlisle gushing to one another, focusing on the salad in front of me when I felt it: Edward's hand on my thigh.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His movement was hidden by the floor-length tablecloth, but the warmth of his palm resting on my skin made me feel strangely exposed. I froze for a moment, wondering what he would do next when I felt his fingers begin to crawl up my leg.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I chanced a glance in his direction only to find his attention focused on weeding out the tomatoes in his salad. My breath began to pick up as he moved higher and higher until he was at the hem of my dress. His thumb massaged my thigh as if in contemplation of what he would do next. Mom's high-pitched laughter drew my attention away enough that I barely registered his fingers pushing my legs apart.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His hand moved to the inside, tickling and exciting as he went, leaving me wondering just how far he was going to take it. His sleeve snagged on the table top, and in re-adjusting his position, I noticed the thick bulge he was sporting.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My gaze flickered back up to our parents, so lost in each other that they didn't notice us, and then to the patrons around us. The same. Though I almost blew it when I slid down a little in my chair and right into his hand.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I gasped, and then quickly tried to cover it with a cough. It worked. His fingers moved slowly across my damp panties before finding my clit and giving it a little flick.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A small gasp escaped, and I felt his eyes on me before he leaned in.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sssh, Kitty," he whispered. "Don't want anyone hearing you, do we?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I tried to be good, I tried to focus on my salad again, and then on a piece of bread, but it didn't help much. His fingers were stroking over my panties, making me so wet and craving for him. Why did he have to do it there? Why couldn't he have waited until we got home?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My cheeks flushed, my heart sped, and I jumped, shuddering when his fingers pinched my clit hard through the thin material. If I hadn't already been trying to hold in my moans, I would have screamed, alerting everyone on what was going on. It was hard enough to keep a straight face as it was, and now he was upping the game.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was mentally begging him to go beneath the thin cotton, to shove his fingers in me, but he just continued teasing me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Carlisle's phone rang, stopping Edward as he was concerned our parents were no longer distracted. His hand sat warm against me, and my hips were begging to move. Carlisle stepped away to have his conversation, and thankfully my mother chose that moment to go to the bathroom. I did what I'd wanted to do since he began; I pushed my hips up into his hand.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A low groan came from him, and he chose that moment to speed up his movements. He found my clit and focused on that. It was no longer a time of teasing; he was serious, and I couldn't keep still.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I struggled to keep it all in. He was driving me insane, to the brink, and he wasn't going to stop until I was gone.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Come for me, Kitty," he whispered, his fingers swirling against my throbbing clit. "Come for me here, in front of everyone."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I whimpered, fighting to keep any sort of normal exterior and knowing that I was failing.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's heavy-lidded eyes fell to my lips. He licked his own, and I could tell he was fighting with himself. Holding back.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I need to feel you come, Kitty. Do it," he demanded harshly under his breath.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turned, burying my head in his arm trying to stifle the scream that begged to come out as I came, soaking my panties and creating a wet spot on the chair beneath me. My whole body shuddered, and I moaned into his arm, biting the hidden flesh beneath. I was breathing hard and trying desperately to calm down before we drew attention.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward slowly removed his fingers from beneath my dress and then the table. His hand rose and my eyes grew wide as he sniffed his fingers and then stuck them in his mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mom chose that moment to return, right as Carlisle's call ended. "Bella, are you feeling alright?" she asked, and my eyes widened. "Your face is all flush."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I swallowed hard, trying to think of something, anything, when Edward piped in. "She just choked on something; she'll be fine."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, okay. Well, besides the choking, what do you think of the food so far?" Mom asked Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"This place is delicious," he said with a smirk, just in time for the main course to be delivered.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was incredibly hard not to look his way or blatantly stare at him for the remainder of the evening. Mom and Carlisle headed out to the pool for an after dinner drink, while I headed up to my room.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was a shadow following me up the stairs and down the hall. I could feel the need rolling off of him from ten feet away. I turned, my hand on my door handle, and he was on me, pushing me into the wall.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Desperation took over, and before either of us could think about stopping, his lips were on mine. My fingers tangled in his dress shirt, keeping him from pulling back, our mouths open, tongues tasting. He was sucking, licking, nipping, and devouring my lips. His hands squeezed my hips, pulling them against him, pushing his cock into me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fuck. Me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was still hard.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pulled back and found his eyes heavy-lidded and dark, lust driven and dangerous.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Touch me," he begged. "Please, Kitty, I need you to touch me."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My hand slid down between us, pressing against his hard length. His answering groan made my body shudder and my pussy clench and cry. I could feel the heat from the head of his cock through the fabric of his slacks.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," he said, his voice pleading in a way.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I moved further down, then slowly back up, swirling around the tip and squeezing lightly. Edward growled, his head falling down to my shoulder where his mouth began to nip and suck. I began stroking him, wishing I was feeling his silky skin, tasting him. I wanted to suck him into my mouth and swallow his come.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He began to thrust his hips lightly into my hand, making me wet with the delicious sounds that fell from his lips. His breath was coming out in heavy pants, and my body was speeding up to match.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, Bella, fuck. Oh, fuck!" he panted, his grip tightening on my waist.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He tensed, his jaw locking onto my shoulder, and he began to shake. I could feel him pulsing beneath my hand, his cock firing off, creating a sticky wet spot.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It took a moment for his grip to relax, his lips lightly kissing where his teeth had been. His hands went lax, releasing me, and he straightened. Fingers traced lightly over my cheek, and he leaned to kiss me, light and almost reverent. He started to deepen the kiss, but Carlisle's voice boomed out from the floor below.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We stared at each other, cheeks still flushed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, Dad?" he called back.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I need you to run and get some more gin," Carlisle said.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure, give me a minute; I'm changing clothes."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We could hear Carlisle's steps as he walked away. Edward gave me one last lingering kiss before backing up and into his room.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With all the visitors we had during the holiday season, we hardly had a spare moment together, and when we did, he was back to being cool and aloof. Not caring about his little "sister." But when he left, my cell phone had a message: <i>This isn't over yet.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Day of Bella's Birthday Party</span></b></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">EPOV</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The shadows. That's where I had to stand. Not because I'm not welcome there. Fuck no. I know for a fact my stepmom is wondering where I am and if I've arrived, yet. Dad texted me five minutes ago, asking if the traffic was bad. I was expected at this damned party, but in the state I was in, there was no easy way of showing myself.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And by state, I mean hard.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm fucking hard.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Again.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I sipped the Long Island in my hand, part of me tempted to chug. I wanted to let the alcohol slide in and cloud my mind. Perhaps then...perhaps then, sanity would return.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Impossible. I knew this. How many years had I lived, trying to fight this and losing with each time I laid eyes on her?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Better not to fucking think on that shit, because if I did I would surely snap.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took another sip as I leaned against the side of the house and watched. Always watching. Always wanting from afar, barely afforded a little nibble of her when all I wanted was to fucking eat every inch. I'd known from the first time I met her, even though she was just fourteen, that she would be a problem for me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella walked back and forth, mingling. The backyard of my Dad's house was huge, the pool even more so. A lot of her friends were inside said pool. Many others lingered around; the bar, the grill, the buffet table.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fucking little boys. Who the fuck did they think they were? I could see them drooling. It was making me sick. Granted, the little flowy dress she was wearing was sure to have that reaction on any hot-blooded fool, but still. Those legs were mine. I hadn't tasted them, yet. I hadn't tasted much of that sexy body, but it was fucking mine.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My phone vibrated in my pocket again. I almost ignored it. Almost. Then I took one more look at my<i>stepsister</i>and realized that she'd walked off into a quiet corner.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her phone was in her hands.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I reached for my own phone, not taking my eyes off of her until the very last second.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Where are you? Aren't you coming? You said you would. - B</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I smirked, finishing half my drink in one gulp. To say I was cocky would be an understatement. Those fuckers could all want her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Only I was going to get her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Was it wrong? Probably. But I was sick from fighting this shit. Sick from years of denying myself something my body needed to survive.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Are you in a hurry to see me? - E</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I looked up, watching her. The lights around the pool bounced off her skin. One of her friends tried to get her attention. He failed, the fucker, because my girl's thoughts were filled by me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You promised you'd be here. -B</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could almost hear the pout in her tone. Across the backyard, even though it was nighttime, I could see enough of her face to see that she was, in fact, pouting.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wanted to bite that bottom lip.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suck on it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rub the tip of my dick across it and demand that she do something about the constant <i>state </i>she had it in.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You seem to be fine without me. Looks like you have lots of people to distract you. -E</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I teased her. I couldn't help it. I knew she'd know I was there after reading that. Not that she would see me. She'd have to walk right by the side of the house to see me hidden in the shadows.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I saw her eyes widen. Her head shot up, her hair flowing across her shoulders as she looked around.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Searching.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My body throbbed, my lower abs clenching. I breathed in deeply, trying to get myself under enough control. It wouldn't do to just storm across the backyard and carry her off. No. As much as I'd love to lay claim to her right in front of all those teenaged fools, my dad and stepmom would surely stop us both before I could get her somewhere private.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't care if they found out after. Not anymore. Bella was mine, and eventually, everyone would know it. But explanations would have to take place <i>after </i>I had her. I didn't have enough sanity left to deal with anyone's shit.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Where are you? -B</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was walking around the backyard. In a daze. Several more of her friends tried to get the birthday girl's attention, but they failed. Her eyes were searching, bouncing off heads. I bit my lip, loving how her legs looked as she walked.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Meet me inside. -E</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I knelt down, placing the now empty glass at my feet. Someone could find it later. Or leave it there. I couldn't care less. My brain raced, trying to catalog every entrance to the house. Which one would most likely be empty at this point? Last thing I needed was someone seeing and stopping me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Time was of the essence, my cock reminded me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You're here. Where? -B</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I smirked again.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Somewhere inside. Just get that sexy little ass in the house. -E</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was getting close enough to the house now that I could see the moment she almost stumbled. I could see her throat jump with her gasp. I licked my lips, already imagining all that skin inside my mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At my mercy.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella would need to go inside first. Once there, I could corner her somewhere and hopefully get her up to my room before anyone saw us.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I watched her swallow heavily. She looked down at her phone as she text me back, her hair sliding forward and hiding her face from everyone. Fuck, that hair. I couldn't wait to have it in my fist. To use it to my advantage.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I breathed deeply. Could've sworn her scent caressed the air, sliding towards me. I could almost imagine her on my bed already. Could imagine what she'd smell like in full heat. I watched from my hiding place for another three seconds. Saw another of those fucking idiots try to get her attention. The way his eyes fell to her ass as she walked away had me grinding my teeth.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The moment Bella's high-heeled foot stepped into the house, I turned and rushed down the side of the house. I wasn't going to go through the backyard. I'd already seen the 'fam' hanging out with the other party guests. Someone might see me come in through the front, but 'someone' was better than my dad or her mom.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took the front steps two at a time. A few people mingling outside turned and watched me go by. I ignored everyone. One of the teenaged girls by the door smiled at me, her hair wrapped around one finger and her teeth on her lip.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I barely spared her a glance. She did nothing for me. She couldn't. She was nothing like the girl I was rushing towards. I took out my phone, and was about to text Bella one more time when I got through the door. I paused and looked up.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There, on her way up the stairs, with her phone in her hand, was my girl.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Already heading towards somewhere more private.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She made it up unto the landing of the second floor. A glimpse of maroon, lace cheekies slapped me across the face. Swallowing heavily, I took off, more determined than ever. So possessed that I could hear how hard my steps slammed against the stairs.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Who are you wearing those for? - E.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella was halfway down the hall when she got my text. Her head shot up after reading it. I could see her hands trembling around her phone. She went to turn, to search me out.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was already there.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I asked you a question," I hissed into her ear, pressing my body hard into her back. Not stopping until I had her right against the wall next to my room.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," Bella breathed, her tone half-relieved and half-choked. She leaned into me, shamelessly pressing her body into my aching one.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her in tight and knowing that she could feel my heart thundering in my chest. "I asked you a question," I repeated, nuzzling her cheek.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella turned her head, whimpering as my nose passed along the corner of her mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Answer me, Bella," I demanded harshly, my body shaking with the last of my restraint.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fuck. My door was right there. Right fucking there.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Drag her in.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," Bella <i>moaned </i>this time, tilting her head back and sliding her ass against my cock. She whimpered at the feel of it, her tongue peeking out and wetting those juicy lips.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I remembered them. I'd been haunted by the feel of them for too long. Raising one hand, I cupped her jaw and ran my thumb across her lips. Groaned at the feel of her wet heat. I stared at her mouth with an intensity I knew had to be frightening. When Bella bit her bottom lip, her teeth scraping across the pad of my thumb, I almost lost it. My hips pushed forward, pressing her roughly into the wall.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me or I'll walk away," I mumbled, pressing one hand against the wall. The hand that had been on her face slid down. Hips pushed forward, pressed hard.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You wouldn't," Bella gasped, her pupils dilating.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I bit my lip. My hand slid down her stomach. Lower. Bella's breath sped up with every inch, and it didn't take long before she started rotating her hips back at me. I groaned, my neck tensing as I tried to keep my shit together.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was failing.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I would," I said, letting my fingers ghost across the edge of her short dress. Across her thighs. Bella let out that little whimper again, the one that had haunted my fucking dreams for months. "Because," I continued, closing my eyes and trying to think pass the demands of my blood, "right now, I'm convinced that you might have been waiting for someone else."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bullshit," Bella growled, making my eyes snap open. If she pushed her ass any harder into my cock, I would lose it and end up fucking her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Right there.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Right against the wall.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And fuck, the imagery was almost enough to drop me to my knees. Years, I'd been waiting fucking years for this.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know I'm fucking wearing them for you," Bella harshly whispered, trying to turn in my arms.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't let her. I couldn't. Her words snapped something inside my nervous system. I lost almost all of my control the moment she admitted that.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I tightened my arm around her, holding her in place. The hand that had been playing with her thighs forced its way under her dress. Bella let out a choked sound that made me wonder if I was hurting her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Still, I couldn't bring myself to stop.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't even give her time to think. I'd been waiting forever. That night at the restaurant had been at the forefront of all my torture. How many fucking days and nights did I spend, cursing the fact that I hadn't been able to fully feel her sweet little pussy?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Too fucking many. It ended now.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh my God. Edward," Bella gasped, her eyes wide as she felt my fingers slide across her slit.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I groaned, pressing my face into her hair and inhaling her scent. Two passes, that's all I could stand before I moved my hand high enough to slide it straight down into her panties. Bella's surprised moan was nothing compared to the sound that left me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was wet. Of course she was. I always made my girl wet, and she'd been my girl longer than she knew. But that wasn't what got me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fuck no.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Smooth. She was so fucking smooth. As in...</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Who did you do this for?" I asked, my voice unrecognizable. Don't get me wrong, as I played with her smooth lips and took in the way she shook and moaned, a part of me knew it was for me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It fucking better be for me.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And there was the problem. Even knowing she wanted me the way she did, I was still irrational in my need to own her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">To be the only one who did.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's legs shook so hard, I had to use my hips to press her against the wall. Her hands braced against said wall, providing some more support. Her back quivered with each inhale. I stared at her profile, watching every expression that crossed her face. She wanted to answer me. Something in her eyes told me she was pissed at my question. I slid my finger down one lip than the other, purposely avoiding where I was dying to touch her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella bit her lip, one hand slapping against the wall. "I should...fuck. I should...oh <i>God.</i>"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You should what, Bella?" I teased, my vision blurring. I was grinding my cock into her ass shamelessly. Bella tried to push back. Tried to move her hips so my fingers would finally get where they needed to be.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I should fucking smack you for asking such a stupid - <i>Fuck. </i>Edward!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I smiled viciously, sliding my finger against her clit. Lightly. Not enough to satisfy, barely a little more than a tease. Bella pressed her forehead against the wall, her body tight and tense. "You did this for me?" I asked, breathing heavily into her ear.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Anyone could come by. I knew this. Anyone could just happen to come up the stairs, walk down the hall, catch us red-handed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was no way I could pull my hand away from her pussy. It pulsated against my fingers, swollen and wet and calling for <i>me.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It would be a miracle if my cock didn't somehow end up inside her while we were still against that wall.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes," Bella cried out, her head falling back against my shoulder. The look on her face made my dick leak. The way she looked, so wanton and lost...fuck. "You. I did it all for you. Edward, please," she breathed, her teeth sinking into flesh again.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tempting me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I groaned deep in my chest, agonized as I pressed my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. My body throbbed painfully but that wasn't what was the hardest to deal with. No. I was so fucking close to just taking Bella up against that wall, and I knew she was probably a virgin. There was no way I could let myself do that to her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But how to stop it when sanity itself was being vaporized with every sweet breath that left her body?</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward. Kiss me. Please, I'm so close," Bella mewled, rubbing her pursed lips across my jaw.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My cheek.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt her tongue flick against the corner of my lips. My eyes snapped open but they were almost unseeing. I heard the rough sound that left me right before I devoured her mouth. Our tongues were swirling, wet and hot, when I unthinkingly slid the tip of one finger into her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I almost bit down on her tongue.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's walls clamped down around me. I opened my eyes, not ending our kiss but needing to see her. Bella's own eyes were heavy-lidded. She pulled back, her chest bouncing with each rapid breath. "Please," she begged, eyes fluttering and her body molding against mine. "Please make me come, Edward. I need you."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I choked, shifting and pressing her completely against the wall. I slid my finger into her as slowly as I could. Bella hissed, her nails clawing at the wall, the veins on the back of her hands standing out.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck, baby," I groaned, almost not believing what I was feeling.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yeah, I'd imagined she'd be tight. Of course I had. I'd wished.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nothing could compare to the reality. I was going to bust a nut in my jeans at this rate, and I couldn't even feel bad about it. All I could feel was <i>her. </i>I gave into the demands of her body, thrusting my finger in and out of her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rotating.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Feeling.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella leaned into her arm and bit down on it, turning me on even more. The fact that she was that lost, that it took <i>that </i>to keep her quiet...</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"All I've thought about is this little pussy," I confessed brokenly against her ear, tonguing it and snarling. "I can't believe how good you feel. I can't fucking believe how tight," I hissed, pressing the palm of my hand against her clit.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The music downstairs pounded up the walls, leaking up through the floor. Voices carried, the sounds of the party continuing downstairs. It was all nothing more than a backdrop for what I was really focused on. Our heavy breaths tempted me. I was pretty much fucking Bella's ass through our clothes.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Moaning, I latched onto the spot right below her ear. One nibble. One flick of my tongue. Bella gasped so loudly I fucking felt it around the finger I still had inside her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And that wasn't all.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Desperate to see her this time, I cupped her face and held her head still. I felt her walls seize around my finger. Her mouth fell open and her brow furrowed. She was the most beautiful fucking thing I'd ever seen.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was no way this could be wrong. Fuck no.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That's it, baby. Come for me. I fucking feel you," I breathed, tonguing her lips.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One of Bella's hands came up and latched tightly onto my hair. The way her body rocked into her orgasm was almost musical in its beauty. I groaned inside her mouth, grinding my cock as hard as I could against her and trying my damned hardest to not come.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No. It would be inside her. No other fucking way.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella went limp in my arms, her blood thundering inside the tiny vein on her neck. I panted behind her, gritting my teeth and trying to keep control.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One thing had become obvious. The way I was feeling? I couldn't take her inside the house. We were right next to my old room, music was pounding downstairs, and, yet, I knew it wouldn't be enough to cover up what I had in mind.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I had to get her out of the house. Had to get her to my apartment, where I could have every inch of her without worrying about anyone interrupting us.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It literally fucking pained me in my bones when I had to force myself to withdraw my finger from inside her. My girl whimpered in disappointment, further tempting the beast. The scent of her drenched every bit of air around me. Unthinking and trapped in a haze, I brought my fingers up to my mouth while Bella watched with parted lips.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The moment I tasted her, my hips slammed into her ass. Bella gasped, the little sound only aggravating my situation further. I ground into her, snarling around my own fingers as I sucked them viciously.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Holy...<i>Edward</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Downstairs," I grunted, barely able to breath.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm taking you to my apartment. Get that pretty ass downstairs, and meet me at the end of the driveway. Two minutes, Bella. Don't let anyone see you leave." And I left, barely able to walk as my cock throbbed and swelled angrily. It took all of my self-control to make it back to the stairs. When I looked back, Bella was straightening her skirt and preparing to follow me. She bent down to pick up her phone right as I sent her a text.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'll be waiting in my car. Remember, don't let anyone see you leave. -E.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I rushed down the stairs, keeping an eye out for any of my relatives. No matter what I did, the mere thought that I was about to have Bella made my dick harder. The lingering taste of her made my hunger for her worse. I passed a young girl on my way out the front door and saw how her wide eyes fell to my crotch.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No doubt about it. She could see the fucker. Nothing I could do, though, since it wasn't going anywhere until Bella got her hot little hands on it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My heart actually raced as I neared my car. Any second now, I expected either my father or stepmom to come out of nowhere and sidetrack me. I jumped into my car, starting it and all but screeching my way down the driveway. I made a right, stopping to wait for Bella so that we could take off.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A minute passed. Then two. My leg jumped impatiently. I ground my teeth together, jaw twitching, and raised my phone up to eye level, ready to text the girl and find out where the fuck she was.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The passenger door opened, making my head shoot up. Her leg was the first thing I saw, curving into the car as she lowered herself into the seat. Bella closed the door, turning to look at me...</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pretty much lunged across the seat, cupping her head and slamming my lips against hers.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My phone fell somewhere, discarded.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's hands clawed at my shirt, tightening around them and bringing me closer. The inside of my car filled with our breathless moans, her whimpers mixing with my growls as I all but devoured her mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Need...to...get you to...apartment," I panted, sucking on her juicy bottom lip.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella nodded, looking too cute in her eagerness. "Go. Go. Now. Drive," she said, pointing at the ignition but not letting me go.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her tongue swirled wet along mine.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nearly lost it right there. I forced myself to pull away from her and started the car, taking off and heading straight for my apartment. I lived thirty minutes away, but I barely made it past ten when the need to feel her again took over.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," Bella gasped when I slid my right hand up her thigh. Shocked as she was, she didn't fight me, spreading her legs for me like the good girl she was.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I flipped her dress up to her hips, sparing one quick glance out of the corner of my eye. Fuck me, those fucking panties would be the death of me. I wanted them between my teeth as I slid them off her hips.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But that would have to happen some other time. Right now, I needed them out of my way. "Take those off for me," I demanded, my right hand rough around her thigh, the left one squeezed around my steering wheel.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella whimpered again. That sound would come to be the end of me. I fought to keep all of my concentration on the road even as I felt her move to do as I asked. We got to a red light just as I saw her panties fall to the floor, the maroon lace wrapped delicately around her heeled shoes.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turned to her, biting my lip and locking eyes with her for a second while my right hand rose and connected with hot flesh. Bella's mouth fell open and her brow tensed, but she didn't break my stare. Didn't look away even as I slid my middle finger into her slit.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So wet for me," I groaned, eyes becoming heavily-lidded. I looked down, almost losing all my self-control as I spread her lips and saw her pussy for the first time. "Holy fuck..."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A horn beeped behind us, but I didn't pull away from her. I continued playing with her bare lips and swollen little clit even as I turned and drove past the green light. Bella writhed and moaned on my seat the whole way, incoherent curses mixing with my name and making my blood boil.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slid my middle finger into her two minutes away from my house, knowing I couldn't take it any sooner than that. Bella twitched and thrust up towards it, her walls squeezing in that way that told me she was close. "Not yet," I warned, unwilling to remove my finger. "Hold it, Kitty."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I can't," Bella mewled in a needy tone.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fucking hold it, Bella!" I barked, out of control. Knowing that if I felt her come, we weren't going to make it to my house. I would pull the car over and take her right in the back seat like some wild monster. To make matters worse, I couldn't bring myself to pull my finger out of her, her wet heat sucking on it so perfectly that I wanted to be inside her for as long as possible.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Possibly forever.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The driveway to my apartment building came into view. Bella clenched around me, panting heavily and clearly trying to do as I said. I smirked, feeling tenderness fill me, oddly enough.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pulling my finger out, I placed it at her lips and watched her mouth tentatively open, her tongue swirling around the tip. Leaning forward, I cupped her cheek and kissed her lips lightly, too afraid I would lose it if I kissed her any harder.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Get out of the car and up those stairs before I maul you right here for all to see," I growled and smiled when she drew in a ragged breath, throwing the car door open.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She pulled her dress down and stepped out, practically running for the stairs. Which was quite a feat in those fucking hot shoes of hers. I was quickly on her ass, literally, as soon as she reached the bottom of the steps. My cock grinding into her backside as we climbed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was so lost in her, I almost forgot which apartment was mine. She turned in my arms, slipping her fingers around my neck and into my hair, pulling me down to her. We were so close, I kissed her hard and deep, my hands digging for my keys in my pocket.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pinned her against the door, my lips moving down her neck, licking, nipping, and sucking while I tried to figure out which of the ten keys went to the damn door. Finally locating it, I unlocked the door and turned the handle.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My arm was wrapped around her waist, which was the only reason she didn't go crashing to the floor. A good thing, as I probably would have said it was close enough and dove in. My foot caught the door and slammed it closed behind us.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We were in, we were there, and we were alone. I needed to see her naked. I'd dreamed about it for years, the little bikinis she would parade around in leaving little to the imagination, but I needed it all.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Take it off," I commanded, reluctantly pulling away as I grabbed the hem of my own shirt and pulled it over my head.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I looked back, she hadn't moved, her eyes glued to my chest and abs. I growled at her, and her eyes shot up. They were heavy with lust, but still she didn't move.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do I have to rip it from you? Because if I do, I guarantee you won't ever be wearing it again."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her eyes brightened, and she smirked at me. Fucking smirked. If she thought I was joking or that it was just a threat, I didn't know or care. Unable to contain the beast any longer I stepped up to her and fisted the bodice of her dress, the fabric tearing beneath my hands until it fell from her body.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella froze, panting as I stared down at her. She started trembling so hard, I could see it. Something of what I was feeling must have shown on my face. Her body was...it was...</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward!" Bella cried when I bent and threw her over my shoulder.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Heart thundering, I stomped across my living room and straight into my room. There, I threw her on the bed and literally jumped in after her. I crawled between her spread legs, pressing my aching cock into her and grinding against her even though I was still in my jeans.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella arched into me, dragging me down and kissing me desperately. Her body was fucking calling to me in every way possible, but I couldn't stop grinding into her long enough to get my damned jeans off.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward. Off," Bella breathed against my lips, her hand wrapping around my belt and tugging.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I grunted and slammed into her, on the verge of coming. The jeans had to come off. But I was so far gone, aching so bad, that I couldn't stop seeking out relief in any way I could get it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You're going to fucking come in your jeans instead of her? Are you serious?</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"God damn it," I growled, somehow finding the strength to pull away from her. I rose up on my knees between hers and tore at my belt. Bella lay in front of me, legs spread and chest heaving as those sinful eyes watched me part my jeans.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The moment I had them low enough, my cock sprang right out, the head fucking purple from the pain I was in. Bella bit her lip, her brow tensing in that way that spoke of pure need.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The tip of my cock leaked, throbbing towards her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I got off the bed long enough to drop the jeans and kick off my shoes and socks.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes were locked on her bare pussy, glistening with her juices. I wanted to taste her; I needed to. Climbing back on the bed, my head dipped down between her thighs, my tongue licking up her slit, ending with a flick to her clit.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She jumped beneath me and I took another lick, moaning before my mouth latched onto her little mound. She was so sweet, but I had to let go. I needed release.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My lips moved up her body, kissing as I moved over her, my hands palming her breasts, teasing her nipples. I had to give her pleasure now, because soon it would be pain. It couldn't be helped. I latched onto one of her tight pink peaks, my hips grinding into her. My cock was screaming at me to take her, to make her mine.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One hand wound into her hair, lips mashing to hers as I rocked against her slit, coating my cock. My other hand moved down taking hold of my cock, rubbing the tip at her entrance, seating the tip inside.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry," I whispered into her ear and thrust in.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My vision went white, and it took everything in me to hold still, to let her adjust. She gasped and whimpered, her body tense, nails digging into my skin. I lightly kissed up and down her neck, trying to help her relax.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Breathe, baby," I whispered, and she blew out a ragged breath I'm sure she hadn't known she was holding.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I leaned back to look at her, my fingers brushing away her hair. I stared down at her, hating the little wince on her face. When a single tear leaked out of the corner of her eye, my thumb came up and lovingly brushed it away. I told myself to stay still, to let her adjust no matter how much I needed to move inside the heat surrounding me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry," I repeated, breathing deeply through my nose.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm fine," she whispered, moving slightly.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hissed, every muscle tensing. My thighs started aching from the pressure of holding back, all of my instincts demanding that I push deeper.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you ok? How are you feeling?" I gritted out, nuzzling her face and kissing her cheek lightly.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella returned my kiss with a light one of her own before pressing her cheek against mine and pushing my face up. As soon as she had enough room, the girl kissed me, softly sucking on my upper lip.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Self-control was almost nil. I clawed at the pillow under her head, letting her kiss me and trying to hold back. Trying to give her more time. When Bella licked at my lips, I tilted my head and let her in, groaning loudly as the pleasure of her tongue only teased my cock further.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," I choked, biting her bottom lip too hard.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella gasped under me, her body jerking.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh fuck. Baby...I can't..."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I think I'm ok," she breathed, her hands sliding down my back. "I think..." and she moved slowly, experimenting.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I moaned, head falling back on my shoulders.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Don't move. Don't fucking move...</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But Bella did. Again. And again. By the third lift of her hips, I was lost. I looked back down at her, pushing myself up on my arms and staring into her eyes. "Let me know if it gets to be too much." That's the only warning I gave her. Eyes still locked with hers, I drew back.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Slid in.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nearly busted my nut right there.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's mouth fell open, the look of surprise on her face mixed with awe. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. I couldn't blame her. My jaw clenched as I fought to hold on, and I slid into her again.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fucking heaven. Tight, pulsating heaven. "Waited so fucking long," I groaned, moving a little faster.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her hands slid all the way down my back, her little nails digging into my ass cheeks. On my next thrust, she pulled me in harder, causing my hips to slam against hers.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck! <i>Bella</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Oh, </i>oh. That's...so good. Do it again!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slammed one hand against the headboard behind her head, bracing myself. Doing as she asked, I thrust into her again, a combination of pain and pleasure mixing on her face. She was sore, but if I could keep hitting that spot, maybe it wouldn't be so bad... maybe I could make her come.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh, God. I <i>needed </i>to make her come.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You like that, Baby?" I asked, voice rough as I rotated my hips inside her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella nodded, little pants leaving her and landing on my skin. I loved feeling her breath on me, her skin, the wet heat of her pussy and its too-tight hold...</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've never felt anything like this," I confessed, angling my hips and thrusting roughly.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She wrapped her legs around my waist, rocking her hips as I moved in her. My free hand trailed down her thigh, grasping under her knee and hitching it over my hip. With one hand on her, the other secured to the headboard, I made certain the angle was good, and I lost control.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My girl's eyes rolled back into her head, mouth falling open as each thrust of my hips drove my cock directly into the spot that drove her mad. I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. Every sinuous move...her leg rose and wrapped around my hips...pulling me deeper...harder...<i>faster...</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"God damn it, Bella. Your pussy...amazing. Will never get enough." I could barely breathe, her walls shivering along my length and squeezing even tighter. "Fuck. Oh God. Baby?" Eyes wide, I watched her, not believing what I was feeling.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not believing that she seemed to actually be <i>close.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward. Your dick. Never thought. Oh, fuck-"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're gonna come for me, Kitty?" My voice rasped, almost as harsh as my thrusts were turning. <i>Easy. Slow. She's new to this... </i>But Bella raised her other leg, now using both to urge me deeper.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her nails dug in more hard, so hard I could've sworn she drew blood. "You are." I was gasping, barely holding on. "You're about to fucking - <i>Oh God. Belllaaa..."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Edward</i>!" she nearly shrieked, her eyes actually afraid as she arched up under me and froze.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her walls collapsed. The wet suck drove me under, obliterating my common sense, unleashing a wave of mind-numbing pleasure that seared me from the inside out. I jerked into her, my voice screaming out, my heart sputtering inside my chest.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Head thrown back, I rocked my hips in circles, letting her body milk me and feeling like a part of me might actually not survive. White light filled my eyes as I exploded within her tight walls. It was fucking euphoria. It felt like I'd finally reached nirvana.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My muscles went lax, and I collapsed down on her, shudders coursing through both of us.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck, that was…that was…" I trailed off against her neck.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, it sure was," she agreed and we both laughed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was trying not to squish her with my weight any longer, and propped up on my forearms once feeling returned. My head was still in the crook of her neck, and I couldn't stop licking and nipping at the skin there. She tasted too good to let go.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We should probably get the birthday girl back to her party," I said after a few minutes of listening to her moan, kissing up her jaw to her lips.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do we have to?" she questioned with a pout.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took her big bottom lip between my teeth before pressing my lips to hers.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Unfortunately," I replied, sitting up and taking her with me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on so we could wash off. Afterwards, Bella stood with the towel wrapped around her, while I threw on some clothes. I looked at her, wondering why she was just standing there when it hit me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, shit," I grumbled and walked back out to the living room, Bella following close behind.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes zeroed in on the garment on the floor: the dress that I had torn apart. Bella just looked down at it; she had to have known the dress was toast when I ripped it from her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So what now?" she asked.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I guess I better buy you a new dress before we get back."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've got a better idea. I'll call Alice and have her meet us out front with a new one, and you'll just owe me one."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"As long as I get to rip that one from you, as well."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, don't worry. You'll be ripping many things from me in the future, I'm sure," she said with a saucy smile.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With that, we headed back to the party, but not back to resisting each other. No, that time was over.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One year later...</span></b></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Baby, I'm home," I called, slamming the door shut behind me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was no response, which was odd. Her car was out front. I threw my briefcase onto the counter and walked in. It was pretty silent in our apartment, with the exception of a small humming coming from the bedroom.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I smiled in the doorway to the master bedroom, my cock getting hard as I gazed at her in her little tank top and cheekies. She was sprawled out on the bed, ear buds in, bopping away as she worked on the papers surrounding her, making her ass jiggle, enticing me more.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After her birthday, Bella and I only progressed, spending as much time we could together. It went on for months, Bella spent every weekend she could with me. She was "checking out the campus" where I attended school. We never left the apartment unless it was to get food.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was offered a job for after graduation from one of my internships, right as Bella found out she was accepted to my school. She moved in with me for school since I lived on campus. Our parents were grateful I was being such a nice big brother, to give my little sister a place to stay instead of the dorms. I found a nice two bedroom apartment to make it look convincing for when they dropped in. We always kept the bedroom door closed so that they didn't see our clothes mingled together in "my" room.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We joked about how Bella loved to thank me for not making her stay in the dorms. On her knees, on her back. Every single day, and I loved it. We'd even made a game of it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She must have felt me staring at her, because her head popped up. As soon as she saw me, she jumped from the bed and leapt into my arms, kissing me hard.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mmm, you're back!" she exclaimed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I grabbed hold of her ass, groaning as I push my now hard cock into her stomach.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You've made a mess of the bed. Where are you going to 'thank' me today?" I questioned, moving my head to her neck and nipping.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She moaned, fingers clenching onto my jacket. I pulled back and she was smirking up at me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, I've been a bad girl, and I haven't made dinner tonight," she said, and the gears in my head whirred to life.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm going to get undressed while you go make dinner. Naked," I said and she rocked against me. "On second thought, leave your panties. I want to rip them off of you for being such a bad girl. Don't forget to put on your apron." I smacked her ass and she gasped. I leaned down and caught her bottom lip between my teeth.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, brother dear," she replied and I swatted her ass for her little pet name and to get her moving.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She padded away, and I couldn't help but watch her hips sway as she walked down the hall, stripping her shirt off as she went.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">To most, she was my little sister, but more and more were getting to know her as my girlfriend. We were still trying to figure out how to tell our parents, knowing it had to happen soon. Eventually we'd have to tell everyone about us, because one day she was going to be my wife. One day I was going to marry her.</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-30201914473491198352012-07-26T17:44:00.000-07:002012-08-25T17:44:13.797-07:00My Best Friend's Wife<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How does Edward tell his best friend's wife, who he happens to be in love with, that her husband is cheating on her? His plans to let it go for the night are spoiled when the woman he loves knocks at his door at four a.m. </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort Word Count: 8,385 Pairing: Edward/Bella</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended. Rated M for language and lemons.</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">EPOV</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After hitting send on one last email, I was ready to call it a night. Today had been extremely long and taxing, and I was looking forward to going home, drinking a beer or six, and then sleeping for a solid twelve hours. I figured I deserved it since I had worked thirteen hours straight today to prepare for trial on Monday.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At the age of thirty, I was a senior partner in Cullen, Black, and Associates in Seattle. Jacob Black and I started the firm in our home state of Washington after we'd split off from a large law firm in New York City a year and a half ago, and we'd been rather successful. I guess you could say we were picky about the clients we chose to represent, but that was because our firm's core values were honesty and integrity. Success wasn't just handed to us, though. Jake and I both worked seventy to eighty hours a week, often including weekends, and had for years to get to the point we were at.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jake and I had been best friends since we were in diapers. Our fathers were best friends growing up, and it was only natural that we follow in their footsteps. Where our dads never journeyed outside of Forks, Washington, however, Jake and I both attended Harvard Law School and landed our internships at one of New York City's most prestigious law firms. Still, as great as it was to live in such a bustling city, we both decided that New York wasn't for us, and started our own firm much closer to home.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Things had been going great, and I loved my job despite the long, grueling hours. I was a bachelor, so the twelve and thirteen hour days didn't really bother me. It was a different story with Jake, though. He had a wife to go home to every day. Someone to cook him dinner and do his laundry; someone to keep his bed warm at night. And not just anyone… Jake married Isabella Swan right after graduating from college. He was one lucky son-of-a-bitch, and I doubt he even realized it.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The three of us grew up together, but it wasn't until our freshman year of high school that Bella grew in to herself. Jake and I noticed her at about the same time, but sticking true to our 'bro code,' I honored our long-standing agreement and backed off when he called dibs. For four years I watched as they held hands and kissed; I heard stories in the locker room about how he took her virginity, and how amazing it had been for him. Honestly, it made me want to puke and beat the shit out of him at the same time. Still, I said nothing. We had been friends for far too long to let a girl come between us, even if that girl was Isabella Swan.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Jake asked me to be the best man at his wedding, I agreed with a heavy heart and a lump in my throat. I wanted to threaten him, to tell him he'd better treat her right or I'd kick his ass, but I didn't. I swallowed my pride and handed him the rings when it was time, even though on the inside I felt like I was dying.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You see, I was in love with Isabella Swan, too. She was the picture of beauty with her chocolate brown eyes, mahogany hair that cascaded down her flawless back, and full, pouty lips. It wasn't just her looks, though. Bella was the most caring, thoughtful, compassionate person I knew. She was loyal through and through, and always stayed true to her word. She was everything I ever wanted in a woman. Too bad I would never be more to her than a friend. I wanted to be more...so much more.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shook my head to clear my thoughts. At the rate things were going for me, I was going to be a lifelong bachelor. I shut down my computer, and after turning it off, I stood up and stretched, feeling the ache in my muscles radiate throughout my entire body. I could definitely tell I'd been sitting for an extended amount of time.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I made my way to my office door, switched the light off, and then locked up. When I got to the lobby, it was deserted. Very rarely did anyone stay as late as I often did. As I passed Leah's computer on my way to the elevator, I noticed it was still on and logged in; the lights in Jake's office were on, as well. I sighed heavily before making my way around her desk to shut the computer down and turn it off for the night.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Leah Clearwater was the new secretary we'd hired to handle paperwork and scheduling for the two of us. She'd been here for about three months now, and this was the fifth time I'd found her computer still on when I left for the day. I was getting really annoyed, and planned to have a talk with her first thing Monday morning.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once things were shut down properly, I headed toward Jake's office to turn out the lights. The door was partially open, which I found really odd. Usually, Jake was anal about locking up his office when he left - especially with the amount of personal information about our clients that we had stored on our computers.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thinking he may be inside after all, I was about to call out to him when a strange sound caught my attention. Thump…thump…thump… The thumping sounds were steady and fast, and I wracked my brain, trying to figure out what the hell could be making them.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I froze with my hand on the door when I heard Jake's voice. "That's right, Baby. You enjoy it when I fuck you like this, don't you? When I bend you over my desk and pound into that tight little pussy from behind?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Holy shit! I'm gonna be sick</i>. Jake was in his office fucking Bella. He probably thought I left a long time ago and didn't bother to check when he hadn't seen or heard from me in hours. I needed to get out of there and fast, or I was going to hurl all over the hardwood floors.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just as I took a step back toward the elevators, another voice caught my attention. "Oh. My. God. YYYEESSSS! Fuck me, Jake. Fuck my pussy hard. Yes! Shit, right there… Ugh…I'm…gonna…come!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No...No, that wasn't right. That wasn't Bella's voice coming from Jake's office; it was Leah's. <i>What the fuck!?</i> Ever so stealthily, I pushed the office door open further and soon got a face-full of Jacob's naked ass. His pants were around his ankles and his shirt was unbuttoned and hanging from his arms. Leah was bent over the desk, completely naked, as Jake slammed into her from behind.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Without making a sound, I backed out of the doorway and sprinted toward the elevators. How the fuck could he do that to Bella? Who in their right mind would choose that trashy ho over the most amazing woman in the world? I was so angry with Jake for what he'd done, and the questions were running rampant through my mind.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How long has the affair been going on?</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Is it just Leah he's fucking, or are there other women, too?</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Does Bella have any idea that her husband of almost six years is cheating on her?</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What the FUCK is he thinking?</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The elevator sounded, pulling me from my internal questioning. When the doors opened, I stepped into the parking garage and walked quietly to my car.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't even remember driving home. One moment I was in the parking garage at work, and the next I was in my townhouse, downing my eighth beer of the night. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Do I tell Bella?</i> The news would absolutely devastate her. Plus, I didn't really have any proof. Jake could just deny the whole thing. Would Bella believe me if I did tell her? Or would she choose to believe that two-faced asshole?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jake wasn't just hurting Bella by having an affair with Leah; he was hurting me, too. His actions tonight could ruin a thirty-year friendship, not to mention put the firm at risk. If word got out that he was banging his secretary, we would take a major hit. We'd lose several clients, and our reputation would be irreparably tarnished.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What the hell have you done, Jake?</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I finally went to bed around two in the morning, but I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning, replaying again and again the scene I'd witnessed earlier. I knew I needed to tell Bella, but I didn't know how she'd take it. I owed her the truth, though. She deserved that much.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was around three in the morning when I finally came up with a plan. I had a feeling that what I saw last night wasn't a one time thing. And if Jake had done it before, he'd surely do it again. I knew I might not catch him, but I planned to go to the office in the morning when I woke up. If he was still there with Leah, I would call Bella and ask her to meet us there for lunch. That way, she could see his betrayal for herself. She could see what a lying, cheating sack-of-shit her husband turned out to be.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BPOV</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I woke up again at four in the morning and blindly reached over to the left side of the bed. No Jake. "Where are you?" I whispered aloud.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jake and I were fast approaching our sixth wedding anniversary, and let's just say that despite my best efforts, it hadn't been the easiest six years. Of course to the outside world, we were the envy of all our friends and family: always happy, always laughing, always together. I was a damn good wife. I attended every one of Jake's parties and work functions, and did anything and everything he ever asked of me. I was a trophy to him that he proudly displayed on his arm.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I attended yoga classes four days a week to stay in perfect shape, I had my hair done professionally, and always bought top-of-the-line clothes. I kept the house in showroom condition.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This wasn't the life I wanted. I wanted to be a mom. I wanted babies…kids running around the house, leaving muddy footprints across the kitchen floor. I didn't want pristine. I didn't want perfect. I wanted happiness.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">More than anything, though, I wanted my husband to want me. He was always working, and I appreciated that he worked so hard for me, I did, but I married him, and I wanted to build a life <i>with</i>him, not around him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We hadn't been intimate in about six months, and I wasn't even sure why. I tried to stay trim for him, I bought the sexiest, most expensive lingerie I could find, and I practically threw myself at him whenever he got home from the office and I was still awake.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He'd kiss me, feel me up quickly, and then roll over, complaining that he was tired. "Tomorrow, okay, Bell?" he'd mutter before falling asleep, snoring so loud that I'd go to the guest room to cry my eyes out. What was I doing wrong?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jake and I had grown up together. I'd given myself to him. All of myself. Jake, Edward Cullen, and I had been inseparable growing up. 'The Three Musketeers,' my mom had always called us.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I had considered myself the luckiest girl in school for having the two cutest boys as my best friends. I'd had crushes on both of them, but Edward never showed any interest in me...not romantically, at least. Jake had. He'd taken my virginity, and my heart along with it.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But Edward had remained my closest friend. I loved him. He was a hard worker, and a genuinely sensitive man. All that, and drop dead gorgeous. I was honestly shocked to the core that he was still single. He just had never really shown any interest in committing to a long term relationship.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was funny: a part of me was selfishly grateful for that. I knew that once Edward got married, he probably wouldn't have time to meet me for coffee in the afternoon when Jake was in yet another meeting…or pop over for dinner when Jake didn't show up. And I felt horrible about wanting to keep Edward to myself, but I couldn't help it.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As a friend - a best friend - I should have wanted him to be happy. I wasn't sure I wanted to push marriage on him, though. Hell, I was married and it wasn't all that great.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My visits with Edward these last few months had been waning, and it had been my decision. It wasn't because I didn't love the man, because I did. The problem was that my feelings for him were starting to change.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">During my nights spent in the guest room, my dreams had started to take on a life of their own…surprising me really. I'd woken up one night, hot and sweaty. My nipples were hard, and my panties were soaked after a graphic dream staring Edward, my husband's best friend.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt guilty…like a bad wife. I had been trying so hard to be supportive of Jake, of the long hours and hard work he'd been putting in at the office, and yet my mind was betraying me. It didn't stop with that one night…that one dream, either. The dreams became more frequent, more torrid, and more risqué.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Where at first I'd felt guilt and shame, I had to admit that at least I was satisfied. Jake hadn't so much as touched me in months, and while I was a shy, innocent girl when we'd met originally, over the years I had come in to my own sexually. I liked sex. My husband had satisfied me for years, but then things just cooled off. I figured I was lucky for the honeymoon phase to have lasted as long as it had.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jake may not have been hot and bothered anymore, but I sure in the hell was. And so I'd secretly built up a little collection of vibrators and sex toys to pleasure myself with. I had my fantasies of Edward to help me, too.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In my dreams, Edward didn't just see me as a friend, he saw me as a desirable woman - one that he wanted to strip naked and do naughty things to. And when the lights were out and Jake was in our king-sized bed, snoring away, Edward was pumping his long, hard cock into my little, wet pussy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As I would pull the blue vibrator from my clenching body, I'd feel ashamed and embarrassed. I shouldn't be fantasizing about my friend…not while my husband lay sleeping in the next room. Still, the dreams never stopped, and I quit caring.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The following morning, I'd get dressed up in my best dress and make breakfast for my husband: a smile on my face and fresh coffee in his thermos. He would kiss my cheek, take his coffee, and head out the door without a word. Those three minutes were often the only time I would see him all day.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'd spend my day going to yoga, baking cookies, and even volunteering in the hospital's nursery with the preemies to quell my desire for my own child. I would come home to an empty house full of empty dreams. In the moonlight, my visions of Edward would return. As I twisted and pulled at my sensitive nipples, it was so easy to picture his soft-looking lips and perfect teeth tugging at my breasts…the way my fingers would yank at his unruly hair while he licked my pussy until I came over and over and over again. Jake had never liked going down on me, claiming he didn't like the taste, but that was one thing that my dream Edward loved to do.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Still, to wake up and find that Jake hadn't even come home to me last night…that was definitely new. And honestly, I was worried. He always came home, even if it was just to ignore me and go to sleep. I got up and pulled on a black thong, black yoga pants, and a white tank top. I couldn't just lie here and wait: I had to do something.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I called Jake's cell, but it went straight to voicemail…all eight times. Panicked, I grabbed the keys to my cherry red Mustang convertible, last year's Christmas gift from Jake, and raced over to Edward's townhouse.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't know why that was my first reaction, but it was. Maybe it was because Edward had been on my mind so much lately. Maybe I just thought my husband might have crashed at his best pal's place after a long case. I just didn't know, but I was already half way there, and I was a woman on a mission.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I banged on Edward's front door. "Edward! It's Bella. Edward, are you home?" I knew he was home; his black pickup was in the driveway. He didn't answer right away, and that's when I realized it was four in the morning…on a Saturday morning. What if he wasn't alone in there?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. I'd just been picturing this man eating me out, and now I was banging on his door in the middle of the night. Oh, God! I wasn't even wearing a bra, but it was too late to turn back now.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, sweetheart," Edward breathed. "What's going on?" He shook his head, his hair an adorable mess - something I shouldn't have noticed with my husband missing. He was naked, save for a pair of black boxer briefs, showing off his deliciously toned body. "Fuck, love. Get inside. It's freezing out there."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt my pussy clench when he swore. Edward always swore when we made love in my dreams. It was always rough, and always full of passion - the exact opposite of Jake's standard missionary position on the rare occasion he did have sex with me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't realize I was crying until I felt Edward's strong arms wrap around my body and hold me to his rock hard chest. He smelled like beer and sleep and warmth. He smelled like home, and my heart ached at that thought. I wasn't a cheater. I was loyal to my wedding vows. I couldn't allow myself to think of Edward that way.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry, Bella," he whispered. It sounded as though he was choking on the words. I frowned as I listened to his thundering heartbeat. Sorry?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?" I looked up at his face and saw that not only was it riddled with pain and sadness, but also anger and a fierce protectiveness that made my heart swell in my chest. "Why are you sorry? What happened? Where's Jake? He didn't come home last night. Is he not here?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward stepped back from me, looking equally like he wanted to run and to hold me close. His eyes moved down to look at my face, my chest, and then back up again. "Bella, I…" He sighed in defeat. "I didn't want you to find out this way."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I choked on a sob, and I felt fear, panic, and pain shoot to my heart. I wouldn't allow my mind come to any conclusions, though. I didn't want to know what Edward was going to tell me, but I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Find out about what?" I whispered, my knees faltering.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was there instantly. He lifted me up bridal style and carried me to his buttery soft leather sofa. Instead of setting me down on the cushions, though, he sat me on his lap. He pulled me close to his body and buried his face in my hair. "It's killing me to see you cry," he whispered, his left hand hot on my lower back, his right on my outer thigh.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was confused and yet comforted all at once. I felt safe and loved and warm in Edward's arms. "Tell me," I said, my voice taking on an eerie calmness.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, Jake is having an affair." He said the words so softly I barely heard them. But I did, and it felt like someone had twisted a knife in my heart.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turned and began sobbing in to Edward's bare shoulder. I couldn't breathe. I had tried so hard to make our marriage work. Wasn't I good enough? Wasn't I thin enough? Wasn't I always there for him?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why?" It was the only word I could get out. I didn't doubt Edward. I loved him. He loved me. He loved Jake. He wouldn't lie about something like this. Why would Jake do this to me, and why would Edward keep this a secret from me? How long had he known?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't know, love," he whispered. "I only just found out last night. I'm so, so sorry, Bella. I don't know how he could do this to you."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I looked at Edward's face. I mean, I <i>really</i> looked at him. His gorgeous eyes were red rimmed and sad. It was like he could feel the same pain, the same betrayal, that I felt. I looked down at his lips, the soft lips that always made me see stars in my fantasies.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That's when it all clicked. This man was more than my best friend. I loved him, and not just as a friend like I'd tried to convince myself for years. I wanted him; I needed him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Make me forget," I breathed, my hand sliding over his shoulder and up his strong neck to cradle his cheek. "Make me feel loved."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," he whispered before leaning in to brush his lips against mine. I felt sparks and fireworks. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly alive.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turned in his lap so I could hold his face with both hands. Our gazes met, and for the first time in my life, I could see desire in Edward's eyes. Desire for me. "Are you sure, Bella?" he breathed. "I can't do this and then go back."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Go back?" I asked before leaning in to taste his lips once more.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Go back to pretending that I feel nothing for you." His confession caused me to gasp. Edward had feelings for me? He moved his hands up my body, caressing my back and sides. "You didn't know?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No," I said honestly, feeling my heart surge back to life. "For how long?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He smiled, and I smiled back…my first true smile in months. "Always."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">EPOV</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Always. It's always been you, Bella," I told her truthfully. I couldn't believe she never knew. All these years, and she never realized that I was in love with her.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why didn't you ever tell me?" she questioned.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I sighed heavily. "Jake was my best friend, Bella, and I would have done anything for him. He asked you out first during our freshman year, so I backed off. What else could I do?" As I admitted the truth, I stared in to her eyes, willing her to understand…to believe me. I needed her to believe me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After a minute, Bella closed her eyes and rested her forehead against mine. "So you've liked me since freshman year?" Unable to speak, I simply nodded in answer. "Is that why you've never been interested in a serious relationship?" She opened her eyes and stared in to mine, and it felt like her gaze was penetrating my soul.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes; none of them were you, love, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never get past that. I resigned myself to living the life of a bachelor, because if I couldn't have you, I didn't want any…" My words were cut off when Bella's lips met mine. The kiss was urgent and needy, and soon her hands made their way to my hair, holding me against her as she deepened the kiss.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The moment her tongue touched mine, the rest of the world ceased to exist. My townhouse could have been burning down around us and I wouldn't have noticed. I was lost in a haze of lust and love as my best friend's wife started to grind herself against my fully erect cock. All my fantasies of this amazing woman seemed to be coming true.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When we were both desperate for air, Bella pulled back and gazed in to my eyes. Hers were wet with unshed tears, and it broke my heart all over again because I thought I was the reason. "Sweetheart, please don't cry. I'm so sorry; I shouldn't have said anything. I know you must be in hell right now after finding out about Jake, and I took advantage of that. I'm a sick bastard and I'll never forgive myself." I started to shuffle her off my lap so I could stand up, but she stopped me by wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, stop! You didn't take advantage of anything. You're my best friend, and you've always been there for me. I don't know when my feelings started to shift, but they definitely have. I've been dreaming about you for months…fantasizing about how it would feel to be with you."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>What the fuck?</i> She's been dreaming about me? Fantasizing about being with me? Holy shit! I wasn't sure what to say to her confession. Did I admit that I've been dreaming about her since I was fifteen? Or did I just show her?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me about your dreams, Bella. I want to make them real for you," I breathed against her warm mouth. Jake could go to hell for all I cared. He was married to this amazing woman - this sex goddess - and still he fucked around on her. It was his loss. She wanted me now, and I was going to give her anything she wanted. I was going to show her how a real man should act, and how she should be loved and cherished.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella was silent for a minute, and I assumed she was gathering enough courage to share her fantasies with me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ugh, Edward. You devoured me. You took me hard and you used me. You claimed me and made me yours."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's whispers were the sweetest symphony to my ears. She wanted me to take her, and I would. Hard? Yes, ma'am. I would never use her, though. She was too sweet for that…too pure. Bella Black was an angel in my eyes, and I would never, ever disrespect her.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Without saying a word, I stood up, holding her hot, little round ass in my hands. I had to have her, but not on my couch. I didn't want to treat her like just another one night stand. She was more than that, and I wanted to prove it to her. She was about to become my lover, and I planned to treat her as such. I was going to love her like she'd never been loved before.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't even remember climbing the stairs to my room. All I could think about was Bella's soft lips sucking at my neck. I knew she was going to leave a mark, but I was beyond caring by that point. She could mark me in any way she wanted to, because I planned to leave my mark on her, too.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The minute she was on my bed, I was yanking her yoga pants off. I had to see her…all of her. I'd been dreaming about her body for years, and was about to unwrap the greatest gift in the world.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once her pants were out of the way, I made quick work of her black, lacy thong, revealing to me her soft, pink pussy. She was waxed bare and begging for my attention. I couldn't believe what a moron Jake was. How could he not want this precious treasure? She was beautiful…she was perfect…and she was going to be mine.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So fucking beautiful," I whispered, more to myself than anything. When I heard Bella's gasp, I looked up at her face. She was biting her lower lip, and I couldn't help but smirk at her. Someone obviously liked my dirty mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You like that, love?" She flushed and I felt myself harden even more. Her innocence was delicious. "You like when I talk about how fucking beautiful you are?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, Edward. God, yes. You always swear in my dreams," she whispered shyly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, yeah?" I reached between her lean, sexy legs, and ran the back of my fingers over her velvety smooth skin. "Do I do this in your dreams? Tell me, love. Tell me what else I do. Do I tell you how much I want to taste that pretty pink pussy of yours?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She continued to chew on her lip as she looked up at me and nodded, her eyes a darker shade of chocolate. "Edward," she whispered huskily.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My heart pounded a little harder when my name crossed her lips, because I had been waiting close to fifteen years to hear her say it that way. "Tell me what you want, Bella, and I'll give it to you. Anything you want."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You, Edward. I want you."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You have me, love. You've always had me." Without another word, I lowered myself to the floor at the foot of the bed, my head between her legs as I breathed in her intoxicating scent. "Fuck, beautiful, you smell so good. Can I taste you? Will you let me lick your pretty pussy?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She didn't answer with words, but wove her fingers through my hair and guided me to where I most wanted to be. With my nose pressing against her clit, I slid my tongue through her slick folds, tasting her essence for the first time.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella was gasping and squirming beneath me, and I wasn't sure if she'd ever been satisfied this way before. Somehow I doubted it. I shifted slightly, drew her most sensitive nerve in to my mouth, and sucked on it with fervor. Her back arched off the bed, and when I looked up at her face I had to smile. She looked like she was in heaven.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As I continued nipping and licking and sucking on her clit, I slid two fingers through her wetness, coating them in her juices before easing them inside her. "Fuck, sweetheart! You're so fucking tight! How long has it been?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh God, Edward!" she panted as I continued to move my fingers in and out of her. "It's been too long...way too long."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then let's fix that, shall we, love?" I asked as I slid a third finger into her, making her cry out. I moved back slightly, rubbing tight circles around her clit with my thumb so I could watch her come undone from my touch.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her chest was heaving and her breaths were ragged. Her nipples were hard and straining against the thin material of her tank top, just begging me to taste them. And taste them I would, but not yet. I watched her beautiful face flush as her eyes clenched shut, yet I never ceased the thrusting of my fingers.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I could feel her walls begin to tighten, so I knew she was close. "Let it go, love. I want to watch your beautiful face when you come all over my hand," I told her as I softly caressed her inner walls, searching for that one magic spot that was guaranteed to shatter her. When I found it, I massaged it gently, coaxing the orgasm right out of her. "That's it, beautiful. Come for me."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I had fantasized about this moment for years, and it didn't disappoint. The face Bella made as she fell apart around my fingers was breathtaking. My fingers...not Jake's.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please!" she begged once she had ridden out her orgasm and her breathing had returned to normal. That was my girl. She wanted more...needed it because she had been deprived for so long. I couldn't believe that fucker hadn't pleasured her in months. He was probably too busy dipping his tiny dick into that tramp. How he could choose anyone above the divine creature lying half naked on my bed was beyond me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please what, Bella? What do you want me to do?" I didn't give her a chance to answer as I leaned in quickly and bit down on her covered nipple.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Gah!" she squealed, her hips rising off the bed again in search of some friction.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"As sexy as you are in this tank, it needs to go," I growled, grabbing the thin cotton and ripping it right down the middle, exposing her fully to me. "Fuck," I panted as I took in her rosy, pebbled flesh. "Can you be any more perfect, love?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She was gasping for breath, and I knew my words were turning her on even more, but Bella clearly wasn't a submissive lover. She reached up, one hand on my shoulder, the other on the back of my neck, and pulled me down so that we were face to face.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I need you, Edward. Don't make me wait any longer, because I don't know if I can."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I answered with a passionate kiss, and was rewarded with a sexy moan as Bella tasted herself on my tongue. Without removing my lips from hers, I blindly fumbled around in my nightstand, searching for the condom I knew was in there. When I found the little foil packet, I pulled it out, finally breaking the kiss. I ripped it open with my teeth as I ground my erection against Bella's heated core. I still had my boxers on, but they weren't going to be in the way much longer.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella, being the little vixen that she was, did the job for me, slowly pulling my boxers down my legs and helping me out of them. Her eyes widened as she saw me naked for the first time, and I couldn't help but smirk. Jake and I had been best friends all our lives. We'd had gym class together as kids and worked out together in college. I had seen him in the locker room on several occasions, so I knew he was nowhere as big as I was. And by the look on Bella's face, she was extremely impressed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Biting her lip, she took the condom from me and slid it down on my cock. The feel of her hands on me was nearly enough to make me explode right then, but I held it in. I wasn't planning to come anywhere but inside Bella's tight pussy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you ready for me, beautiful?" I asked as I lined myself up with her, running my cock through her wet folds a few times. "This may be a bit uncomfortable at first because it's been so long for you, but I promise I'll be gentle."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As soon as the words left my mouth, Bella started shaking her head. "Don't be gentle with me, Edward. I want to really feel you," she whispered breathlessly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I refuse to hurt you, Bella. You've already been hurt enough by that asshole. Let me love you," I begged her as I slowly started to ease into her tight little body. Just the head of my dick was inside, and already she was clamping down on me hard.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not wanting to disappoint my girl, I kept inching in until I was fully sheathed inside her. "Fuck, that feels so good, love," I told her as my hips met hers for the first time. She dug her nails in to my shoulders, holding me so close that I couldn't move. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and I couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain. "Bella, love, are you okay?" I questioned when she didn't release me right away.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, I'm perfect. I've never felt so good. I feel so...full. It's incredible," she managed to say a little breathlessly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You haven't felt anything yet," I promised her. Slowly pulling back, I felt her hands release their grip on me, so I reached for her legs, pulling them from around my waist. Once I had more room to move, I hoisted her legs over my shoulders, slowly withdrew from her heat, and then pushed back in quickly. The angle was so much better this way, and I felt like I could go twice as deep.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She screamed in ecstasy, and it only served to spur me on. I reached up under her thighs and eased her legs apart farther before pulling back and thrusting into her more forcefully than before. She seemed to be well adjusted by then, and I was confident I wouldn't hurt her.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her pussy was so hot…so wet. I could feel her walls clenching around me already. It was sweet, sweet torture and I wanted more. I needed it. I just wanted to let myself go...to fall over the edge with her, but at the same time, I wanted to make our first night together a memorable one; one neither of us would soon forget.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Still, I knew I wouldn't last much longer with the way her tight pussy was milking my cock. It had been too long since I'd been with a woman. Reaching between her legs, I began to rub circles around her clit with my thumb. I wanted her to come with my cock inside her. I wanted her to scream my name…to show her what she'd been missing all these years.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And scream my name she did. Watching her come undone around me was heaven, but it was also pushing me closer to my own release. I knew I needed to change things up a bit if I was going to last more than another thirty seconds or so.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I laid down on top of her perfect, naked body, pressing my mouth to hers while sliding my hands under her back. Without even warning her, I rolled us over quickly so that I had my back against the mattress and the woman of my dreams on top of me. My swift movement had insured that I remained nestled deep inside her, never losing that intimacy we were sharing. I knew that watching Bella moving on top of me, in time with my thrusts, would push me over the edge quickly, but I was determined to hold off until my girl was ready again.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The new position was incredible. Bella seemed timid at first, a bewildered look on her face, but when she met my gaze, her eyes were wild with excitement. She seemed to be loving this. I allowed her some control, and had begun to think that was something she'd never had with Jake.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Swivel your hips, love. Ride me. I want to come inside you," I told her huskily.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It only took her a second to do what I suggested, but when she did it felt incredible. Soon, she was swiveling her hips and sliding up and down on my cock. The sight of her perky tits bouncing with her movements made me groan. "Shit, Bella! You are so fucking sexy like this. I'm not going to last much longer, love."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I placed my hands on her hips, regaining some of the control, and started to guide her movements: up and down, around and around. The speed was incredible, and was only intensified as I started thrusting my hips to match her movements.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once she seemed to have the pace down, I released her hips and reached up to squeeze her tits, enjoying the weight of them in my hands. They were perfect...she was perfect. "Fuck, Bella. You are it for me," I cried out as I thrust particularly deep within her. "Maybe it's too soon to say this, and I don't expect you to say it back or anything, but I am so in love with you…I've been in love with you for years."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She looked like she was about to respond, but then she threw her head back and screamed. She was clenching down hard on my dick, and I knew in that moment my time had come. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her body down on top of me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I kissed her with everything I had...lips, tongue, and teeth. I wanted to show her how much I loved her. I needed her to know that this was more than just lust or a one time thing. It was love as deep and as pure as anything could be.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The orgasm that rocked through my body was powerful…the most powerful of my life. Coming with her, inside her…shit, it was everything I had ever wanted and more. Once we both floated down from our highs, I rolled us onto our sides, slipping out of Bella's heat and hissing at the loss of contact.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Reaching up, I stroked my fingers through her long, sexy hair that was damp with sweat. I pressed a bunch of soft kisses to her cheeks before bringing my lips to hers. I hoped I hadn't fucked things up with her. I'd just gotten my first chance with her after about fifteen years, and I had to go and tell her what was in my heart…that I loved her.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't regret telling her, though, because it was true. I couldn't take it back, nor did I want to. When she opened her beautiful brown eyes and met my gaze, she smiled at me. It was a shy smile, and it matched the flush in her cheeks. She looked so innocent, so sweet. She looked absolutely beautiful. She blinked after a second, and a single tear fell from her eye.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, Bella, love," I soothed, feeling my heart ache as I reached up to wipe her wet cheek. "I am so sorry. I never should have said anything that would ruin such an incredible moment. Please just forget it."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, Edward," she said as she sat up, pulling the sheets with her to cover her breasts. "I'll never forget those words. Not as long as I live."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BPOV</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It had hit me tonight as I sat in Edward's lap while he told me about Jake, that I loved him. I, Bella Black, was in love with Edward Cullen. It didn't matter to me that he was my husband's best friend. And for him to say it to me, in the heat of passion, was everything. <i>He</i> was everything.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Knowing what I did now, I wanted to go back…to change things. I wished that Edward had been my first. I'd married the wrong friend, and it filled me with regret and hurt and despair. I'd made so many mistakes in my life, but hearing Edward say those three magic words to me, having him show me with his eyes, his smile, and his body…it was like a balm meant to soothe my soul. He could cure me of my heartbreak and disappointment.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I saw hope in Edward's eyes, and with that, I saw love, trust, and comfort. Support and encouragement. I saw a future there...our future.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I smiled at his handsome face as I held his gaze. "I love you, too, Edward. I think I always have." His eyes lit up and he smiled at me…that breathtaking smile that made my heart pound, my breathing pick up, and my body react in ways I never knew possible.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wanted him again; I needed him, and this time it would be more than just sex. This time, we would be making love. Almost as if our thoughts were in tune with each other, we moved at the same time. Our lips crashed together, and Edward's hands were everywhere as he moved to hover over me…on my breasts, my hips, my ass.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why don't you and Jake have kids, Bella?" he asked after pulling back suddenly. "I know how much you love babies."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For the first time in my life, I was thankful that Jake hadn't wanted kids. It would be less complicated to end things this way. "I want a baby so, so much. I always have, Edward. Jake's the one who wanted to wait. He would constantly say that he wasn't ready to be a dad…that he wasn't where he wanted to be in life yet."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I even knew what was happening, Edward was kissing me again, harder than before, his fingers trailing lower and lower under the sheet until he was rubbing me between the legs once more.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He had me worked in to a frenzy by the time he leaned down and nipped at my ear. "Bella, love, I don't have any more condoms. I used the only one I had earlier."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't help but smile at his words. "What are you saying?" I asked, searching his face…his eyes for the answer.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm saying that I want you, Bella. I want to make you happy and give you everything you've ever dreamed of. But most of all, I'm saying that I want a future…with you."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But a baby? Edward, are you sure? That's not something you can just take back if you change your mind."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, I'm sure. I want the world with you, love. I'm not just flying by the seat of my pants here. I love you; I've always loved you. Those feelings are real." He leaned in and kissed my lips sweetly before he continued. "I want us to make a baby together. Nothing would make me happier."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was speechless. Edward was offering me everything I'd always wanted: things that my husband should have been giving me for years - love, contentment, a family. It wasn't a hard decision to make. Wordlessly, I reached up, grabbed him around the neck, and pulled him back down to me. "I want that, too, Edward; more than you can imagine. Make love to me." The moment the words left my mouth, he pulled the sheet from my body and wrapped me in his warm, strong arms. Our eyes met, and we laughed at the same time. I saw nothing but happiness on his face.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't know what would come of our night together, or whether we'd get our wish for a baby or not, but it didn't matter. We had each other, and we shared the same dream. One thing was for certain, though: our futures would be linked, just like our pasts. Edward and I were in this together, forever.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One year later…</span></i></b></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't help but smile at all the blessings in my life. Edward and I had walked into Cullen, Black, and Associates, hand-in-hand, and broken ties with Jacob the same day I found out about his betrayal. He hadn't even tried to deny the affair; especially after being caught by one of the employees earlier that morning.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Apparently, he and Leah were so exhausted after their little tryst, that they fell asleep completely naked in Jake's office that night. When one of the firm associates walked in the next morning to grab a file from Jake's desk that he needed for court on Monday, he had discovered them both sprawled out on the couch.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jake never offered me an explanation. He simply looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Bella." And that was that. I truly believed that he was sorry, I just didn't know what exactly he was sorry for. Being caught? Letting the affair go on for so long? Or for actually cheating on me in the first place? I would never know, but I didn't need to.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I had Edward now, and our life together was perfect. He helped me find a divorce attorney who sped through the process. With the attorney's help, I was a divorcee in just under a month and a half. I became a new bride a month after that. Edward and I had decided not to wait to start our life together. I moved straight from Jake's place into Edward's townhouse. After the divorce was finalized, we had a small wedding ceremony with our family and closest friends.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward also left the firm immediately and branched out on his own, taking more than half of Cullen, Black, and Associates' clients with him. When word of the scandal got out, people were more than happy to follow Edward anywhere.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Life was good. Life was pretty damn close to perfect, actually. The lust that overwhelmed us on that first night together hadn't diminished, but our love had grown even stronger.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was the most passionate man I'd ever been with. Okay, so I only had Jake to compare him to…but wow, what a difference!</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward was a very adventurous lover. We had sex on every surface of the house: standing up, against walls, over furniture, and in the shower. Let's just say things never got boring with him. And two could play the office sex game. Every day, I brought Edward his lunch, and every day, I made sure he got his 'dessert.' Maybe it wasn't as scandalous as what happened with Jake, but it sure was hot. To me, it was hotter still because we were married and in love.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Today was different, though. Today, as I drove to Edward's office with sandwiches and sparkling water, I was bringing him something else, too. A positive pregnancy test. We had been hoping and actively trying to get pregnant for the last year, and our wish had finally come true. So yeah, life was pretty damn perfect.</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-92046855805780517852012-07-25T17:39:00.000-07:002012-08-25T17:41:20.858-07:00Forgive Me Father For I Will Sin<div class="p1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span><br />
</span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1">Home for Thanksgiving, Bella wakes up in her childhood room . . . but, much to her surprise, she's not alone. The man she's unknowingly shared a bed with just so happens to be the source of her fantasies for years . . . and her dad's closest friend. Can her fantasies finally become a reality? </span><span class="s2">Rating: M Genre: Romance Word Count: 10,956 Pairing: Edward & Bella</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s2"></span></span></div><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Verdana; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: large;">Disclaimer: <i>Twilight</i> and its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Any similarities to the original characters or themes from the books or media franchise are used here for entertainment purposes only.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's dark as I stumble up the four stairs leading to the house—though, being two in the morning, I suppose "dark" is to be expected. I shake my head and laugh quietly at myself. This is precisely why I should have stopped after my sixth beer and my...my...<i>Shit! </i>Just how many shots of tequila did I have? Should I go to the hospital to see if I have alcohol poisoning?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't be stupid," I admonish myself aloud, fumbling in my purse for the keys to my dad's house. After finding them, I try several times to slide the key into the lock. The double vision brought on by the mass amounts of alcohol clearly makes this simple task even harder. Finally, I bend my body into a ninety-degree angle to look at the lock dead on, and I succeed, turning the key slowly so I don't wake Daddy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He's actually not expecting me until tomorrow, but my friend, Jess, wanted to head home for Thanksgiving early, and since she was my ride, I decided to do the same. I tried calling to give Daddy a heads up, but he's one of those prehistoric guys who a) doesn't have a cell phone—which is totally crazy—and b) doesn't have an answering machine. You can imagine how it was growing up in a house with a phone that couldn't go farther than the kitchen; he was privy to a lot of my phone conversations up until I got a job and could afford my cell phone.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, when we got to the house earlier, Daddy was nowhere to be found. I figured he was at work still, so I left my bags upstairs next to my desk, and then accepted Jess' offer to go to the bonfire that a few of our high school friends were throwing on First Beach.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When we arrived on the beach, the party was in full swing, and we were each handed a beer before getting sucked into doing a few shots with Kate and Angela... That's when things begin to get a little hazy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After closing the door as quietly as possible, I turn around and head up the stairs. Having grown up here, I know that the third step from the top has a squeak near the centre, and to avoid being caught sneaking by Daddy's room, you have to basically hug the wall—of course, you could just skip that step, but in my current state of inebriation, I'd probably fall down the stairs, and then all of my stealth would have been in vain.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I make it to the top of the stairs, smiling and mentally high-fiving my teenage-self for still being able to sneak past Chief Swan's bedroom door at two in the morning. It isn't that I think I'll get in trouble for getting in at this hour—or for being drunk, for that matter, as I am newly twenty-one—I just don't want to wake him up thinking his house is being burglered...um...burgled? <i>That's a word, right?</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I press my face into my hand, ashamed that <i>this</i> is what has suddenly caught hold of any working brain cells that aren't currently bobbing in a pool of beer and tequila. I open the door to my room, closing it softly as well since it's right across the hall from Daddy's, and I begin to take my clothes off. I'm far too unbalanced and drained to go through my bag to find my pajamas, so I crawl beneath my blankets in just my bra and panties and relax into my single bed, instantly met with the fading, yet familiar and comforting, smell of the fabric softener my dad uses...but there's something else too—something equally familiar that awakens something in the recesses of my brain. I can't quite put my finger on it as my eyes drift shut and sleep sets in; all I know is that I like this particular smell. A lot.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With the amount of alcohol flowing through my veins, my dreams start off strange and confusing, but eventually they change into welcome—and somewhat erotic—images. Okay, so "somewhat" might be an understatement. What can I say? I've been sexually repressed for the last few months. The last guy I dated was really sweet, but we just grew apart over the six months we were together. It's unfortunate, because the sex was pretty great.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">God, I miss sex.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The way a man's hands would move over my body, up to my breasts as he lowered his face to take a pert nipple into his mouth… Or how about the way his tongue would flick the sensitive nub before he grazed his teeth over it? It was enough to drive me wild with desire.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My dream slowly morphs from the crazy, psychedelic happenings of leprechauns and unicorns racing down the rainbow path and into one where I'm lying in a king-sized bed with a faceless man who smells absolutely amazing—all sex and deliciousness—and my body begins to warm.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While I can't hear them, the ocean waves are crashing onto the shore of a tropical beach while my mystery man and I lie in a four-poster bed, the sheer white fabrics hanging from the bed posts blowing in the breeze. There aren't any other people around as he grips my hip and pulls me to him. His hand is like warm honey as it trails down my thigh, his fingers hooking behind my knee and pulling it up over his hip. I can feel the hard bulge of his cock press against my pussy, and I whimper, cupping his jaw in my hands and drawing his face to mine for a searing kiss.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His tongue breaches my lips and meets mine halfway; he's an amazing kisser—which only makes sense since my brain made him up, and why would it betray me with someone who absolutely sucked? It would be cruel and quite possibly terms for electro-shock therapy to see if I could fix the glitch.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mystery guy—who's actually beginning to show a few features, like the dark bronze colour of his hair, the shape of his nose, and the angular cut of his jaw—lets his hand move up from my thigh until he's palming my tit over the bra I still wear, and my nipples strain against the fabric. I moan into his mouth when he hooks his fingers into the top of the cup and pushes it under my breast before rolling the taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I thrust my hips toward him, feeling his dick tease my clit. Goosebumps arise all over my body when he abandons my tit and moves his hand quickly down my body and between my thighs. His fingers easily glide back and forth through my damp arousal, and I shift my hips in time with his movements. The minute he sinks his fingers into me, I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and weave my fingers into his soft hair, the sensation of him pumping them in and out of me bringing me closer and closer to the best orgasm I think I've ever had.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This. Dream. Fucking. ROCKS!</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Yes,"</i> dream-me moans, breaking our kiss and throwing my head back to catch a breath. <i>"Oh, god, yes..."</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His hand begins to move a bit faster, thrusting a little harder and pressing his thumb against my clit to push me over the edge. Then he speaks for the first time. "That's it, baby," he says hoarsely, his hot breath tickling the skin below my ear as he peppers it with open-mouthed kisses. "You're so fucking wet for me."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mixed emotions run through me immediately; while I don't want this dream to end until I've come, I also realize that something is amiss. Something feels—</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Holy shit! I know that voice!</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While he has been the object of many fantasies over the last five years, something in my brain tells me to push him away, and when I do, I fall off the edge of the bed. Instead of meeting the warm sand on the beach, however, I meet the cool wood of my bedroom floor. My eyes snap open when I bang my elbow on the edge of my bedside table, and I look up toward my bed to find that it's not empty.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In it, sits Edward Cullen…my dad's best friend. Yeah. Talk about complicated. Add to that, he's married—not happily, last I'd heard, but still married...I think. Could that be why he's here? Maybe he and Ice-Bitch had a fight.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The thought of this excites me because I've had a crush on Edward since I was sixteen—okay, so I've had it a little longer than that, but it wasn't until I was sixteen that I let him star in every single one of my erotic fantasies.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm breathing heavily as my wide eyes move back and forth between his. He looks equally as horrified and confused by what just happened, but that doesn't stop me from overreacting. "What the hell are you doing?" I demand shrilly, immediately clamping my hand over my mouth; the last thing we need is Daddy barging in here to find Edward in my bed and me half-naked on the fl—</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My stomach lurches, and I can't even finish my thought as I look down to find that my boob is hanging out of my bra like it was in the dream. My cheeks flame, and I quickly right the problem, reaching for my comforter for a little bit of cover from his heated stare.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Y-you don't want to do that," he tells me, holding it firmly against his lower half.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Understanding his dilemma, I relinquish my hold on the blanket and grab my pillow instead, standing up and hugging it to my body lengthwise as a shield. "What are you doing?" I repeat, my voice tight and a little bit squeaky now.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry," he's quick to offer.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why are you in my bed?" I interrupt.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tanya and I have decided to separate," he begins, and my stomach flutters—stupid stomach clearly doesn't know that this is <i>not</i> the time. "I came to see Charlie. We got to talking, I had quite a bit to drink, and he said I should stay the night."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"In my room," I state, my eyebrows rising.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward buries his face in his hands and rubs it roughly before dragging them up and through his hair. "He assured me you wouldn't be here until tomorrow some time. Bella, if I'd have known, I'd have taken the couch."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I decided to come early—" I gasp sharply as I watch Edward's face redden further, and I begin to backpedal. "I mean...n-not <i>come</i>..." I'm really just making everything worse, so I stop trying.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and I turn around quickly, unintentionally giving Edward a perfect view of my ass.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward? You up?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>That's disturbingly accurate.</i> When Edward snickers behind me, I realize my filter is not fully operational yet.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, Charlie," he answers; I can hear the smile on his face, and when I turn my head a little, I find his eyes locked on me, so I offer him a little smile. The longer I look at him, sitting half—or fully—naked in my bed, makes me wonder just how far we would have gone had my brain not made the connection to his voice. He looks delicious as ever, with his hair in sexy disarray; in so very many of my fantasies, I have thrust my fingers into it to hold him close. Thinking this sends a rush of warmth through me, and my pulse races as a dull ache settles between my legs. What's not helping this situation any is that this is the first time I've seen him without a shirt on in years—probably since I was just a girl. He hasn't changed much from what I can remember, and my mind failed to ever do him justice in this department. He's in great shape—honestly, I'm probably underselling it—and I can't keep my eyes from admiring this aspect.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You on the phone with Tanya? I thought I heard voices." My dad's voice breaks me from my ogling.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh god oh god oh god...</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Glancing back toward the door, I back up slowly until my legs hit the edge of my bed. I sit down on it, my ass brushing against Edward's muscular calf; I'm too afraid to move, though, because I'm pretty sure Daddy's going to open that door and find us both in here looking guilty when we're not...not <i>entirely</i>, anyway<i>.</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Uh, yeah..." My head snaps around to look at Edward as he lies to my father. "Well, not to Tanya, but...work." Smiling, he continues. "I called to let them know I wouldn't be in today."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good plan," Dad replies through the door, and I hold my breath, just waiting for that door to open and for him to jump to all the wrong conclusions.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Is he going to be mad? </i>I begin to wonder. <i>Who will he be most mad at? Me? Edward? Who will he think initiated this?</i> <i>This isn't going to be good... </i>Expecting the worst, my stomach rolls—partly due to my drinking last night, and partly out of fear—but I fight back the nausea and wait.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, well, I'm going to go and make coffee. You hungry?" We simultaneously breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing this.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Uh, yeah. That sounds great," Edward replies, and then we hear the sounds of Daddy's footsteps retreat toward the stairs.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Even though the threat is gone, I'm still numb from almost being caught. The bed dips behind me, and before I know it, Edward's leaping off the bed with my bed sheet wrapped around him. It slips a little as he opens the door, and I'm privy to a partial view of his right ass cheek—I won't lie; I want to bite it a little. Don't ask why, I just do.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, the coast is clear." He turns around and sees me gawking at him. "That was close." He laughs nervously, running his fingers through his hair.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nod, forcing my eyes back to his. "Yeah. Close." My voice is low and hoarse, and I can't help but think he isn't <i>just </i>talking about getting caught by Dad. "So, what do we do?" I ask. "I mean, it seems like he doesn't know I'm here yet, so how do I get past him?" This whole situation is a little fucked up, and I can't believe I'm trying to come up with a plan to sneak out in the morning so I can traipse through the front door like I've just arrived for Thanksgiving weekend.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I guess I could climb out the window," I suggest, only to be met with a sharp glare from Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You most certainly will <i>not</i> be climbing out the window," he commands in a harsh whisper. "Jesus, the last time you did that, you broke your damn arm."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He's talking about when I was fifteen and got grounded; I tried to run away, but when I got out onto the ledge, I slipped on some ice and fell. Needless to say, my sentence was lengthened—even though I was in severe pain.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll go downstairs," Edward offers, bending over to pick up his clothes. "I'll stand by the kitchen and keep your father distracted. When the time is right, I'll wave you down—just, keep to the wall and watch out for that one step. If he catches us, we're dead."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I smile up at him. "You make it sound like we actually did something wrong here."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We did enough to give your father reason to jump to conclusions."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Clutching his jeans and T-shirt in his hands, he looks down at me expectantly, and it takes me a little longer than normal to realize that he wants us to get dressed. "Oh, shit. Sorry." I stand up and go through my bag for a fresh pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, then I head over to my dresser, keeping my back to him, and quickly pull them on. When I hear the soft rustle of the sheet falling to the floor, I can't help but adjust the small mirror on the dresser and take a tiny peek. Unfortunately, I only get a brief glance of his ass when he drops the sheet and pulls his jeans on before quickly doing them up and yanking his black shirt over his head.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, I'll go down first," Edward says, running his long fingers through his hair, and I turn around as though I'm completely innocent, running my brush through my hair and throwing it up into a ponytail. "You stay up here and watch for my signal."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nod once in understanding as we walk toward the door, and before Edward opens it quietly, he looks down at me, his eyes briefly glancing down at the very slight view of my cleavage. Seeing this thrills me, but I also find it a little bizarre. There's something in his eyes—something that disappears as quickly as it had appeared—that suggests maybe he's attracted to me. I shake the thought off, because, once again, he's my father's <i>best friend</i>. There's no way this could ever happen.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before Edward takes his first step down the stairs, he turns around. There's less than a foot between us, and that look is in his eyes again as they lock on mine. "Bella," he breathes softly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I swallow thickly, my head bobbing up and down. "Y-yes?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My breathing picks up, and my heart begins hammering away against my ribs like it's trying to escape. He's so close that I can smell him, and I begin to think that maybe he's going to kiss me when he licks his lips. "For what it's worth, I'm terribly sorry for what happened this morning."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While I believe his words to be true, I can't tell if he's sorry about what happened, or if he's sorry because of the connection we share: my dad. Forcing a smile to my face, I shrug. "It's okay," I assure him. "I think it's safe to say that what happened wasn't entirely your fault."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Regardless," he argues. "I am sorry."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Without another word, Edward heads downstairs, and I watch as he takes his position in the kitchen doorway. "Smells good down here, Charlie." He leans against the wall and quickly glances over his shoulder.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thanks, Ed. I hope you're in the mood for bacon and eggs. I'm afraid it's all I know how to make," Daddy replies with a laugh. "If you decide to stick around for the weekend, Bella should be home sometime today, and she's a master in the kitchen."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward shifts, and even though I can't see his face, I can tell he's nervous. "I might just take you up on that. God knows I don't want to go back to Seattle until Tanya gets her shit out of the condo."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, Tanya's moving out, and Edward only came here to give her the time and space to do that. I wonder what happened...other than her being a stone-cold bitch.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm so wrapped up in wondering what went down between the two of them that I almost miss Edward waving me on. I immediately press my back to the wall and carefully make my way downstairs. Once I'm on the main floor, Edward shoots me a brief smile and then returns his eyes to the kitchen. "Can I give you a hand, Charlie?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I quietly disengage the lock and slip outside, pulling the door closed as quietly as possible. My heart is pounding like a jackhammer, and I lean against the house for a minute to catch my breath before I make my presence known. As I inhale and exhale deeply, I look out over the front yard and notice, for the first time, that Edward's car is parked in the driveway. "Huh," I grunt in surprise as I pop a stick of gum in my mouth to mask my morning breath until I can sneak <i>back </i>upstairs.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once my heart and breathing regulate, I steel my resolve and open the front door. "Hello?" I call out. "Daddy? I'm home!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From the kitchen, I hear a set of heavy footsteps, and then Daddy appears. The elation I feel when I see him isn't for show; it's been months since we've seen each other, and this reunion is no different than any other.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bells!" he exclaims, rushing forward and pulling me into his arms.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Throwing my arms around his neck, I giggle as he lifts me off the ground and squeezes me tightly. "Hey, Dad." He sets me down, and I arch an eyebrow as I take in his features. "Still rockin' the porn 'stache, I see,"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Easy, now," he mock-threatens. "I'll have you know, the ladies love it."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shudder, but also fail at suppressing a laugh. "Ew, Dad. Anytime you want to quit bragging about being a ladies' man, you just let me know."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dad smirks, making the outer corners of his eyes wrinkle slightly. "Don't hold your breath." I laugh, and before I can say anything else, he wraps an arm around me and leads me to the kitchen. "You hungry? I wasn't expecting you until later this afternoon."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, yeah, Jess wanted to come in early."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, I'm glad. We very rarely see each other, and this gives us a little more time together." He pauses, stopping to look behind us at the front door. "Where are your things?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Shit.</span></i></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh...uh..." I begin to panic, but then I realize that I don't necessarily have to lie, I only have to omit a few key points. "Actually, Jess and I got in last night. I stopped by here, but no one was home, so I dropped off my things before Jess and I went to a party."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dad accepts this, and we continue on toward the kitchen. When we step through the threshold, I find Edward at the stove, flipping bacon in the frying pan. "Look who came home early," Dad announces, drawing Edward's attention.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, Bella. Long time, no see."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Oh, he's hilarious.</i> I fight back a smile and shake my head. "Edward. It's nice to see you again. How are things?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Better now that you're home," he replies. "I was afraid your dad was going to attempt to cook Thanksgiving dinner this year."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mmm," I hum, leaning over the island counter to watch Edward cook. I reach out and grab a piece of already-cooked bacon off the plate between us and take a bite. "Beer and spaghetti with sauce from a jar. Sounds heavenly."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, now," Daddy speaks up from behind me. "I'll have you both know that I'd have at least gone out and bought a pre-cooked chicken or something."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The three of us laugh, and I almost forget about the morning's events—almost; every time I look over at Edward, I find him glancing at me in some way or another, and the intensity of his brief stare is enough to make my entire body blush.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before breakfast is ready, I excuse myself to use the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth. By the time I come back downstairs, Dad and Edward have set the table and are just bringing the food over. When we've all taken our seats and dished up, we talk about tomorrow's dinner. "I can head into the market this afternoon while you're at work and grab everything I need."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dad looks up at me, looking apologetic. "I guess now's not a good time to tell you your truck's dead, is it?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?" I demand sadly. "When did this happen?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"About a week and a half ago. I went out to start it up, and it just died," he responds. "Jake came out to take a look, but there was nothing he could do that wasn't going to cost a small fortune, and I figured that it would be more cost efficient to buy a newer vehicle for the amount it would cost to fix the beast."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It sucks; I really loved that truck.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, I guess I can bus it. It shouldn't be too difficult to bring everything ba—"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why don't I drive you?" Edward interrupts, surprising me. "I mean, I have nothing to do this afternoon, so if you don't mind me tagging along, I could give you a ride there and back."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't look him in the eye, because after countless fantasies and then this morning, his offer to "give me a ride" stirs up a world of inappropriate images. "Thank you, Edward. That would be great."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After breakfast, I offer to clean up, and Daddy heads upstairs to put his uniform on. I've just begun washing the dishes when Edward appears beside me with a dishtowel in his hand. I hand him the first dish, and when his fingers brush mine, a spark of desire shoots through me, settling deep in my stomach and inching its way down below. With a shaky breath, I look up to see that he looks just as stunned by this innocent touch. The only difference is shame fills his eyes before he tears them away from me, while I let my imagination run wild and visualize pushing him up against the counter and having my way with him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay," Dad says behind us, startling me. "I'm headed into the station. Bells, I'll leave the money for the groceries on the table. Don't forget the pies."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My shoulders slump, and I shake my head. "Dad, I'm not buying the pies. I'll make them like Gran used to."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No," Dad argues. "You're already going to be busy cooking. Just buy them, it's fine."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Forget it. I'm making them. End. Of. Story."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Shaking his head, he turns and heads away from the kitchen after dropping a stack of cash on the table and mutters, "So damn stubborn."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I wonder where I got that from!" I playfully shout after him. "Have a good day!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The front door closes after his laugh, and I turn to Edward, leaning my hip against the counter and crossing my arms. "So, Dad wants pumpkin, but what's your favourite kind of pie?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes nearly bug out of his head before I realize my unintended innuendo. I smile and try to laugh my way through it as I backpedal—something I seem to be doing a lot of this morning. "Clearly, <i>that's</i> not what I meant. Wow, I'm really on a roll today, huh?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's fine," Edward says, his green eyes returning to their normal size. "I've apparently turned into a dirty old man who pounces on young girls while sleeping and reads a little too deeply into everything that's said."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Who's to say you did the pouncing?" I inquire teasingly. "If my dream was as real as it felt, I think it was me that instigated this whole thing—and, for the record, you're not <i>old</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes fall to the dishtowel in his hands, and he dries them roughly. "Old enough, Bella." There's something about his tone that throws me off; I don't sense shame behind his statement, but...<i>disappointment?</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>No</i>, I tell myself, feeling a little silly. <i>You're reading too much into this. There's no way that Edward Cullen, your father's </i>best friend<i>, looks at you in that way.</i></span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So, when did you want to head to the store?" Edward asks, changing the topic entirely.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Um, let me shower quickly, and then we can go any time after that?" I suggest.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward nods. "Sure. I'd actually like to grab a shower, too. You go first."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Cool. Thanks." I head upstairs and dig through my bag for my toiletries, grab a towel from the hall closet, and start the shower. As the bathroom fills with a warm fog, I undress, pull my hair from the ponytail, and step beneath the warm spray of water. Sighing in contentment, I realize just how much I missed the shower here; the one in my off-campus apartment has absolutely no water pressure.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While I would love nothing more than to stay in the warm water, I don't want to use up all of the hot water before Edward can have a turn, so I shut the water off after washing my hair and body. After quickly drying off, I get dressed and then comb my hair, leaving it down to dry. When I arrive downstairs, I find Edward on the living room couch, reading the paper.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, it's all yours," I tell him, climbing over the back of the couch and flopping down next to him, cross-legged. My knee brushes his thigh, and his gaze snaps to mine. Before he can make a big deal out of it, I smile and snatch the paper out of his hands. "Whatcha reading?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The, uh, headlines," he stammers, standing up. "I won't be long."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Cool," I reply with a bright smile as I flip to the crossword. "I'll be puzzling."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That you are, Bella...among many things," he quips with a laugh, and I narrow my eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pursing my lips to suppress a smile, I tear a page off the paper and crumple it, throwing it at him. "Funny. Go shower before I take the keys to your precious Lexus and go to the market myself."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"All right, all right," Edward surrenders, holding his hands in front of him as he backs out of the living room. "No need to resort to grand theft auto."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While Edward showers, I play around with the crossword, skipping the ones that stump me with the intention of returning to them after I get a few more answers. I get all but six done when I hear Edward descend the stairs, and I put the paper on the coffee table and stand up.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You ready?" he asks, running his fingers through his water-darkened hair. My eyes roam over his upper body, appreciating the fit of his black T-shirt and how low his jeans hang on his hips. With his hand still in his hair, the hem of his shirt rises, giving me a glimpse of his lower abs and hipbones.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mmmhmm," I hum, biting the inside of my cheek lightly; it's ridiculous just how attractive he is.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The drive to the market starts off quiet, so I reach out and turn the radio on, and I'm just about to ask him about work when his phone rings. I watch him pick it up from his console and scowl before dropping it back down.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tanya?" I ask carefully, not wanting to upset him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward sighs heavily and grips the wheel tightly with both hands. "She's relentless."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to ask him about it and let him know that I'm here if he wants to talk, but why would he want to talk about his marital strife with a girl half his age?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When we arrive at the store, Edward pushes the cart while I pile everything we'll need in it. He eventually tells me that he's a fan of apple pie, so I grab some fresh apples and all of the ingredients I'll need for the desserts, and we head over to the poultry section for the bird. It's slim pickings, but that's not surprising considering it's the day before Thanksgiving.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Is it just you, me, and Dad?" I ask Edward as I look through the six turkeys they have left.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Actually, I think he was going to invite Billy and his boy, as well as Sue and her kids," Edward informs me, so I grab the biggest turkey and put it in the cart before leading the way to the check out. After paying, Edward and I take our groceries to the car.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, do you mind if we stop for some wine?" I ask Edward as he pulls out of the parking lot. "I'd like a couple bottles for dinner tomorrow night, but I also enjoy a glass or two while I'm baking."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure. We'll stop on the way back to the house."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We stop at the liquor store on the corner, and Edward and I go in and part ways; he's decided to grab some beer for him and Dad for after dinner, and I go to select the wine. While I haven't been twenty-one for long, I've been allowed the occasional glass of wine on special occasions, so I know what I like. Because I'm not sure who prefers red and who prefers white, I grab a couple bottles of each and head for the check out. Edward is already there, and it looks as though he's waiting for me before he pays.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, no. I'll pay for the wine," I tell him. "It's fine."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, don't be ridiculous," he orders with a smile. "Just put the damn wine on the counter and let me take care of it. It's the least I could do considering your dad's letting me stay for the weekend and...well, after last night."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The clerk looks between us, almost knowingly, and I feel my cheeks warm as I set the four bottles on the counter so he can ring them through. Edward is quick to pay, and we gather our things and head back to my Dad's place.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's almost two in the afternoon when we arrive back at the house, and I set the turkey in the sink to thaw entirely so I can put it in the oven first thing in the morning. Before I get started on the pies, I go to the cupboard for a wine glass. "Edward?" I call out, and he appears moments later. "Would you like a glass of wine?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'd love one, thanks," he accepts, leaning on the island where my ingredients for the piecrusts are scattered haphazardly. "You need a hand?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Stunned, I turn my head to him as I pull the glasses from the shelf. "Really?" He nods. "Okay. Yeah." I pour us each a glass of red, and we each take a sip before starting on the piecrusts.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Conversation comes a little easier as we drink, measure, and mix together. We're on our second glass of wine, and the alcohol warms my blood, making my limbs begin to tingle as it travels through me. When I tell Edward about school, he seems truly interested, especially when I tell him I want to pursue a career in journalism.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, you always did have a knack for sticking your nose in other people's business," he teases. "This time, you'll actually get paid for it."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My mouth falls open, and I stare at him wide-eyed as I scoop up some of the flour from the counter and toss it at him playfully. "Was that really called for?" I demand with a laugh as he brings his arms up to shield himself from my second attack.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's own laugh fills the kitchen, and he retaliates, picking up a pinch of flour and tossing it at me. The dough and wine are forgotten as we begin flinging bits of flour at each other. My laughter joins his, and I toss more in his direction; his hair and shirt are covered in flour dust, so I can only imagine the state I'm in.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When Edward side-steps the island, I back away, holding my hands in front of me in surrender. "Wait," I tell him through a fit of giggles as he gathers more flour in his hand. "You don't want to do this."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't I?" he demands, his voice low and his eyes locked on mine. As he approaches, I not only see that he's having as much fun as I am, but there's something else in his eyes that reminds me of earlier. It's a combination of a few things, but the most dominant emotion I can see is desire.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When the doorbell rings, I move to duck around him. "I'll get it!" I exclaim, sliding around him. Because he hasn't left much room between the end of the island and the wall, my body winds up brushing up against him, and my hands instinctively reach out to graze his waist as I slip by, leaving two floury handprints that I don't think twice about as I dash to the front door, laughing.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"When I get back in there, I expect that kitchen to be clean and my wine glass to be full!" I'm not at all serious, and he knows it, too, because he laughs loudly as I yank the door open and meet the ice-blue stare of our visitor. I inhale sharply, choking on my laughter. "T-Tanya."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She smiles, but it's not warm and friendly. "Bella, how nice to see you again." Her eyes move up and down, and I suddenly feel self-conscious. I look over at the mirror by the front door to see that I've got flour all in my dark hair, and my face and shirt are covered with it.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella?" Edward calls from the kitchen. "Who is i—" He doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before he's joined us. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he demands angrily.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tanya looks between the two of us, all covered in flour, and I know what she must be thinking—especially when her gaze falls to Edward's waist and sees my handprints there. Her eyes widen, and she looks at me with a very pointed and piercing stare. "What exactly have I walked in on?" She looks back to Edward. "Little young, don't you think?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, go back to the kitchen. You don't need to take this."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh," Tanya interjects, taking an uninvited step into the house. "Actually, I think she does. You think you can screw <i>my </i>husband?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I-I..." I stammer nervously.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella, go," Edward hisses, grabbing me by the elbow and gently pulling me back. "Tanya, go back to Seattle and finish getting your shit out of the condo."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not wanting to intrude, I rush back to the kitchen and flop down in one of the dining room chairs. While Edward is trying to keep his voice low, Tanya does anything but; she wants to make as big a production as possible—it's not in her nature to do otherwise.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So this is why you left? So you could play house with a girl half your age?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Go home, Tanya—wherever that is now." I can tell Edward is trying to remain calm, but I can hear the anger slowly beginning to escalate; I've known him long enough and heard enough of their fights to know when he's close to his breaking point.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tanya scoffs. "You can't really be willing to throw away thirteen years of marriage for her."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Not for her," Edward assures her. "But because you couldn't stop sleeping around!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slap my hands over my mouth to contain a gasp; she <i>cheated</i> on him? Why the motherfuck would anyone cheat on him?</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"And you'd throw away thirteen years of marriage for one minor indiscretion?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Minor?" Edward barks out a laugh. "<i>One?</i> Four different men, Tanya. Four. I'd say that classifies as a little more than a minor indiscretion."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But, Ed—"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No!" he shouts, startling even me. "Go back to Seattle and pack your shit. I want you gone before I get back on Tuesday."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But, I love you," she tries to bargain sweetly, but even I can see through it; she's so damn transparent.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, you love my money. Now <i>go</i>!"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The door slams, and I stand up and turn around just as Edward returns. "I'm sorry you had to hear that. I didn't think she'd show up here."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shake my head and take a few slow steps toward him, almost like I'm afraid of spooking him. "Don't be sorry. <i>I'm</i> sorry. I'm sure this couldn't have looked good."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Like I give a shit how it looked to her," he said, his eyes showing his pain. "She sure as fuck didn't care how I would feel, so if she thinks something is going on between us, so be it." I can see that he's hurting, and when the rims of his eyes begin to turn red, I cross the kitchen and wrap my arms around his neck without another thought. He welcomes my embrace, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and holding me close. "I'm sorry your wife is such a bitch." This makes Edward laugh, his chest rising and falling against mine. "I mean, I'm not sorry like I think it's my fault—she was a bitch long before this."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That she was," Edward concurs with a chuckle, releasing his hold on me a little. His hands remain on my waist, and mine slide down to his chest as we look each other in the eye. "I'm just sorry I didn't see it until now."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Love is blind," I tell him softly, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt without my brain's permission to do so. He's so close that I can feel his heart begin to race, and the warmth of his body against mine makes me tremble slightly.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm beginning to get that." The low rasp in his voice excites me, the gravelly sound of it vibrating deep to my bones, and his fingers curl against my back, holding me closer. "Bella..."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes?" I ask breathlessly as he lowers his face to mine slowly. We're mere inches apart, and I mentally will him to come closer.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We shouldn't..." The conflict is back in his eyes, but the fact that he refuses to let go of me bodes well for me experiencing what it would be like to kiss Edward Cullen—correction: <i>consciously </i>kiss Edward Cullen.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Maybe not," I whisper, bringing one of my hands up and stroking his jaw in an effort to coax him closer. "But why fight it?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My entire body hums and vibrates with anticipation as he draws near, and when his nose brushes mine, I inhale a shuddering breath.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell me to stop," he pleads, his lips ghosting mine with every word.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I can't," I confess, locking eyes with him again. "I've wanted this for so long."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This seems to shock him, but not in a bad way. Instead, he smirks and shrugs one shoulder. "Well then, I guess that makes two of us."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I can declare my own surprise, his lips are on mine, working fervently as his tongue sweeps over my bottom lip. Kissing Edward is better than I ever could have imagined, and he tastes like a heavenly combination of salty and sweet as we deepen our kiss, our tongues mingling and sliding with one another. His strong arms tighten around me more, and I thrust my fingers into his hair to hold him close. With a deep groan, he walks us toward the island until my back is against the edge, and his hands creep down my ass and grip it firmly, getting ready to lift me up.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then the front door opens.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bells?" Daddy calls out, forcing me and Edward to part like the Red Sea. "Edward?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm so sorry," Edward rushes to apologize, and I shake my head, silently telling him he has no reason to.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I see that my handprints are still clearly all over Edward's shirt, I look down at my own shirt and begin to swat at it frantically in an effort to get rid of any incriminating evidence. Edward does the same, and we're successful in hiding most of it when Dad enters the kitchen.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looks between Edward and I, one of his eyebrows arched suspiciously, and his eyes widen. "What the hell happened here?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My heart begins to race, and I can't seem to get enough oxygen as panic takes a firm hold of me and squeezes. The room appears to be getting darker around the outer corners of my vision, and my chest feels tight with every breath I take. How are we going to get ourselves out of this? I look to Edward for help, but he seems just as stunned as me—fearful for his life, even.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It looks like the bag of flour exploded in here."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh," I breathe with relief, my heart slowly returning to a normal pace. "Edward was being a smartass, and I felt the strong urge to throw flour at him. Little did I know he would retaliate."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Like I would just sit there and take it," he ribs playfully.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dad eyes us suspiciously again, but before he can figure everything out with his super-cop powers of investigation, I smile and get back to the forgotten dough. "So, Daddy, what are you doing home so early?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Turns out one of my men isn't 'feeling well,' so I have to go and work the graveyard tonight, too," Dad explains, and I glance quickly at Edward who refuses to meet my eyes. "I just stopped by to grab something to eat for dinner tonight and to let you guys know I won't be home until late."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay," I reply, pressing the last crust into the pan and brushing my hands on the dishtowel to get rid of the flour. "Well, let me make you something for dinner then."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before he can turn down my offer, I begin rifling through the fridge looking for something to make while he and Edward talk about Tanya showing up. Dad seems pissed that she would show up here after what she did to Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I think you need to go out and find some hot, young thing to help you forget all about Tanya." Shocked, stunned, and just a little bit horrified that <i>my father</i> would suggest something like this, I choke and sputter, just barely missing the tip of my finger with the knife as I cut Dad's ham and cheese sandwich in half.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bells?" Dad inquires, preparing to stand from the table.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Holding up one hand, I clear my throat, and my face feels like it's on fire. "I'm fine. I just never would have figured you as the type to suggest something like that."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dad grumbles gruffly. "The situation more than calls for it."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Looking back down at the countertop, I let a small smile form. "I, um, actually don't think it's such a bad idea." This time, it's Edward's turn to choke and sputter on the sip of wine he's just taken. "I'm just saying, if you're lucky enough to find someone who'd be willing to help you out with something like that, then why the hell not?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dad seems happy that I've taken his side—though, I suppose if he knew I was really suggesting that Edward forget about the Ice-Bitch with <i>me</i>, he might kick Edward out of the house and lock me in my room for all eternity. I guess I'll just have to keep that little factoid to myself.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, Dad, here's your dinner. You sticking around for a bit longer?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dad looks at his watch and sighs. "Can't. You two have a good night, and I'll see you in the morning." He takes his lunch bag from me and kisses the top of my head. "Sleep well, Bells." Then he turns to Edward. "Sorry, but now that Bella's here, you'll have to take the couch."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward smiles, but it looks a little forced. "Figured as much. Thanks again for letting me stay until everything gets sorted out."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of course." Dad says one more goodbye to us both, and then heads for the door. Edward and I remain silent until we hear the front door close and Dad's cruiser back out of the driveway.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"More wine?" I offer, not sure what else I should say.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward only nods, choosing to remain silent as he brings his glass to me for a refill. After he's got his wine, he looks at me apologetically. "I'm going to go hang out in the living room for a bit so you can get everything done."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," I begin to protest, but it's no use; he leaves me alone in the kitchen. I debate whether or not to go after him, but I figure he needs a minute to himself. With everything that happened today, he's had an emotionally tumultuous afternoon.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The silence in the kitchen is deafening, so I decide to turn on the radio while I finish the pies. The next hour and a half goes by pretty quickly, and the kitchen is spotless by the time the pies are done in the oven. After I take them out to cool, I grab the bottle of wine and my glass and head into the living room to find Edward sitting in silence on the couch.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey," I greet quietly, walking around the couch to sit next to him. "You okay?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He acknowledges me with a small smile. "Yeah. Fine."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Things between us seem awkward—but I suppose that's to be expected after the day we've had—and we remain in uncomfortable silence for a while, both of us drinking our wine and refilling our glasses a couple of times. I'm starting to feel a little lightheaded as the alcohol takes effect, and I'm unsure what to say to break the silence.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thankfully, Edward speaks first. "Bella, what your father suggested...well, that still doesn't make what happened okay." He rubs his hand over his face roughly before tugging it through his hair. "God, you're the daughter of my best friend. I've known him for over thirty years—I was there the day your mother gave birth to you, for fuck's sake."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can feel his stress rolling off him in waves as he overthinks this. "Edward"—his eyes rise to mine—"I know that this wasn't something that either one of us expected, but you can't deny that there's something here."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's still wrong."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My arms and legs feel weightless and tingly from the wine as I inch closer to him on the couch, getting close enough that my knee brushes his thigh. "Is it, though? I'm twenty-one—an adult. You wouldn't be doing anything <i>wrong</i> or untoward. I want this—have for so long—and you said you thought about it, too..." I pause for a second, biting the inside of my cheek as I prepare my next move. "Can I ask you something?" He nods once, seeming unsure. "How long have you thought about me this way?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Too long," he replies softly, reaching out and placing his hand over mine. My gaze shifts to where his thumb moves over the back of my hand, and I sigh as the sensation causes goosebumps to travel up my arm and neck. "Since the last time I saw you two years ago." He laughs once, humoured by something still unspoken. "It was Thanksgiving, actually, and you had brought that boy home...Felix. I hated him—for reasons that didn't make sense to me then."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Uh huh," I whisper, turning my hand over beneath his and letting our fingers naturally thread together.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It was only after you left to go back to school that I realized I wanted you more than I should." I look up from our hands to find him staring intensely at me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay," I respond. "Well, I'm not with him anymore, and you're a free agent now...so, let's just give in."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What about your—?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I press my finger to his lips to stop him from saying the one thing that could kill the mood. "We'll worry about that later. Who's to say this goes beyond today—beyond right now? Why can't this just be about two people giving in to their impulses?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Y-you'd be okay with that?" Edward asks, uncertainty still lacing his velvety voice. "You'd be okay with a casual tryst with a man twice your age?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"This age thing really bothers you, doesn't it?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He looks perplexed. "It doesn't bother you?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shake my head. "Not in the slightest. It might if this were five years ago, but right now? I couldn't care less." I lean in close, our noses less than an inch from touching. "No one has to know, if that's what you're worried about."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're sure this is what you want?" The desire in his eyes tells me what he wants; he just wants to make sure it's one hundred percent consensual.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Running my hand over his jaw, I laugh breathily and brush the tip of my nose over his. "I wouldn't be throwing myself at you if I didn't."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The awkward air in the room suddenly dissipates as Edward leans in the rest of the way and presses his lips to mine. I whimper, releasing his hand from mine and bring it up to mirror the position of the other along his chiseled jaw. Maybe it's due to the bottle of wine coursing through our veins, but things between us escalate quickly, and Edward's hands ensnare my hips, pulling me onto his lap. Now that I'm straddling his thighs, I can feel his erection pressing firmly against my pussy, and I shift my hips forward to help ease the steady pulse of arousal.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"God, Bella," he moans into my mouth as I shift my hips again. "We shouldn't do this here..."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then take me upstairs," I tell him, throwing my head back so he can kiss the length of my throat.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He groans, gripping my ass and standing up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he makes his way for the stairs, and when we reach the top, I pull his face back to mine and kiss him deeply, my tongue seeking his out voraciously. He kicks my bedroom door closed and lowers us to my bed, pressing himself firmly between my legs. This time, it's his hips that move, thrusting against me and making my skin tingle and ache with pure ecstasy.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My fantasies of Edward and me locked in a similar embrace don't even compare to how his hands feel moving from my ass and beneath my shirt. His hands are warm as they run up the length of my stomach and toward my breasts. When he palms them both, my back arches off the bed as much as it can beneath him. I mewl into his fervent kiss as he pulls the cups to my bra down, exposing my hardened nipples to his dexterous fingers.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Take it off," I command breathlessly. "All of it."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward pushes himself to his knees, and I sit up, lifting my arms as he removes my shirt and tosses it to the floor. While he removes his own, I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, tossing it to the floor, too. My eyes move over his bare chest, and I bring my hands up to touch him for the first time, letting them glide slowly down his body and through the light hair under his belly button that disappears behind his jeans. My fingers rest on the buckle of his belt, and I look up at him, giving him the opportunity to stop this if he's still uncertain. All I see is how much he wants this—<i>needs </i>it, even—and I slip the leather from the buckle and work the button of his jeans free before lowering the zipper carefully.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He removes himself from between my legs and stands next to my single bed, slipping his hands into his jeans at his hips and sliding them down. Naturally, having seen the rest of him already, I can't help but focus on his cock. Now, I've seen a few in my lifetime, and while this one looks no different—maybe a little thicker and longer than some—I think the fact that it's <i>Edward's</i> is what has me so transfixed.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It isn't until he repositions himself between my thighs that I'm able to tear my gaze away from it, meeting his intense gaze again. As he lowers his lips to mine, his fingers dip behind the waist of my jeans and slip the metal button through the eyelet before he pulls them slowly down my legs.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">By the time we're both naked, I'm breathing pretty heavily, my pulse is racing, and I'm fighting the urge to wrap my legs around him and pull him to me. While I've had plenty of healthy relationships and enjoyed sex over the years, I've never quite felt this way. There's something about Edward that excites me—that calls to me like no other man ever has.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He settles between my legs again, and I can feel the tip of his erection resting against my sensitive flesh. My legs move up instinctively, my heels digging lightly into his ass and coaxing him forward, when all of a sudden, his eyes widen, and he freezes.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What is it?" I ask, worried that he's having second thoughts. "Did you...change your mind?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?" He sounds incredulous, and his eyebrows furrow in disbelief. "Not at all. It's just...I wasn't expecting something like this to happen. I don't have any condoms."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm on the pill," I assure him with a smile, trying again to pull him forward.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He remains unmoving. "And my wife just cheated on me."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Shit just got serious. "So this is one of those scenarios where 'no glove, no love' really does apply, huh?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He groans, clenching his eyes shut. "I'm afraid so."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">An idea starts forming in my mind. It's a little messed up, but I'm feeling pretty desperate, and I don't think Edward would object as long as I didn't go into too many details. I bite the bullet and decide to tell him. "I think I know where some are. Wait right here."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The knowledge of what I'm about to do may stay with me to my grave, but I shove it from my mind and quickly run into my father's room. I'm in luck—and equally disturbed—to find what looks like a pretty new and open box of condoms in the drawer, and when I reemerge with the all-important foil in hand, Edward smiles, reaching out and pulling me back to him…</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Thank god," he exhales as he rips the robe from my body.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I lie back on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows so I can watch him roll the rubber over his stiff length. Once it's in place, he repositions himself between my thighs, his hands moving from my knees to my thighs and pulling me toward him until we are aligned. Bringing one of his hands inward, his thumb brushes my swollen clit, and my hips buck against his touch.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He wastes no time easing his way inside of me until his hips rest flush against the back of my thighs. The sensation of him inside makes me moan, and I reach above me to grip the headboard as he pulls back and thrusts forward a little harder. Every muscle in my body begins to tighten in preparation of my release. I'm so lost in the moment that I don't notice him lower his face to my tits until his mouth is on one and his hand is cupping the other. He pinches one, and sucks, licks, and nips the other, bringing me closer to my orgasm. His hips move faster, forcing the waves of my release to crash down all around me until I'm crying out his name. Bringing my hands back to his shoulders, I coax him back up my body to kiss him deeply, and his hips stutter and jerk against me, thrusting deep inside me once more as he comes before collapsing on top of me.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We lie in silence, basking in what just happened, before I look down at him. "So," I say quietly. "Any regrets?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward chuckles, raising his head and kissing my sternum. "Not a fucking one."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Me either."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The rest of the weekend leaves Edward and me with very little time to talk or even see if it would be something we'd maybe like to do again. Actually, I know <i>I</i> would like to, and from some of the glances he throws my way, I suspect he would too. Unfortunately, we're never alone long enough to find out. It seems like he looks for any excuse to be alone with me, though: asking to help prepare dinner, offering to carve the turkey while I make the gravy, assisting me with the cleanup and dishes—but we're constantly interrupted by someone. It's frustrating, and I think Edward would agree.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sunday comes much faster than I'd like, and I'm packing my things when there's a knock on my bedroom door. "Your ride going to be here soon?" Edward asks, sounding somewhat forlorn.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She will," I reply quietly, unable to look at him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," he begins, stepping farther into my room and sitting on my bed next to my bag. "Look at me."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I do as he asks, but only after I'm able to keep the tremble from my chin. I try to tell myself it's ridiculous to feel this broken up inside after sleeping with him once, but it's a futile attempt; I've fallen for him, hard and fast.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"This weekend," he begins, taking my hands in his, "was unbelievable. I just wanted you to know that, and that I'd like to think if the circumstances were different, we might—"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes burn with tears I refuse to let fall, and I stop him. "Please, don't. I don't think I can handle hearing…that." I pause and offer him a smile. "This weekend was just as amazing for me, you know." Inhaling deeply, I pull one of my hands free, cradle his face, and lean forward to rest my forehead to his. "No regrets," I whisper, kissing him softly before a car horn blares from outside my window.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After saying goodbye, I grab my bag and head for the stairs, leaving Edward on my bed and not looking back. Dad's already at work, having said goodbye to me that morning after breakfast, so I am able to keep moving.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The three-hour drive back is quiet—regardless of how often Jessica tries to get me to talk about my weekend. She's my best friend, and I would give anything to tell her about Edward, but I promised him I wouldn't tell a soul. When she asks what's up, I feed her some line about not feeling well, and she immediately drops her line of questioning.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you want me to come up and stay with you for a bit?" Jess asks as she parks in front of my building. "I could make you some chicken soup."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Smiling, I shake my head. "Thanks, but I think I'll unpack and crash in front of the TV."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, then."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I say goodnight to Jess, grab my things from the backseat of her car, and head inside. As I climb the stairs to the fourth floor, I can't help but think of my time with Edward. To know that my feelings for him weren't unrequited—even if there was no real future for us—was all that mattered.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After locking my door, I wander through my studio apartment and toss my dirty clothes in my hamper before dropping the duffle bag in my closet where it belongs. My stomach rumbles, so I head the twenty feet to my kitchen and look through the cupboards and fridge for something to eat. Finding nothing, I decide to head out and grab some take-out from the restaurant on the corner.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The sight that greets me as I pull open the door surprises me, and I wonder if I'm dreaming, because there's no way this is real…</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward?" I ask in disbelief.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He smiles and holds up a large brown paper bag. "So, I was sort of in the neighbourhood and figured you probably hadn't eaten since breakfast, so I got dinner for two and came right over."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"H-how did you get my address?" I stammer.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Your dad's phone…" He pauses, furrowing his brow nervously. "That's not creepy, is it?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I laugh. "Maybe a little, but I think I can overlook it." I take the food from him and nod him inside as I turn toward the kitchen and set it down. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what exactly are you doing here?"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Honestly? Watching you walk away was the hardest thing I've ever had to do." He pauses, pulling me into his arms. "I know I'm not exactly in the best situation right now with my separation, but I need you to know that I've never felt this way about anyone or anything before now."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's probably just my youth," I quip, making Edward laugh. "It makes you feel young again."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Regardless, I couldn't just give it up." He pushes my hair away from my face, his fingers lingering below my ear.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Even though I'm sure that now is not the time, I have to ask. "And what about my dad? If he finds out…"</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward shakes his head and smiles warmly. "Why don't we worry about that when the time comes? Let's just enjoy right now."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nod, and not another word is spoken between us as he lowers his lips to mine, carries me to my bed—our food forgotten for the moment—and makes love to me for the next two hours.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yes, while there were several reasons that this was never meant to work, there are so many more that prove it can.</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-50241531653780004662012-07-24T08:57:00.000-07:002012-08-25T08:57:43.019-07:00Salvation<br />
<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," she whispers to me, her voice laced with a nervous tension. "I…I'm pregnant." I don't quite know how to respond. I can't have this happen. Men like me…men who hold the position I do…don't have this happen… Edward had thought he found a happy medium in his life, will this new revelation be his salvation or his downfall?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rating: M Genre: Romance Word Count: 4,443 Pairing: Edward/Bella</span></span></div><div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="s1"></span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclaimer: </b>Sadly, I don't own Twilight, I just play with Stephenie Meyer's characters and make them act out all the naughty fantasies bouncing around in my head.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p4" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> ~*Salvation*~</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward," she whispers to me, her voice laced with a nervous tension. "I…I'm pregnant."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella's words hang in the air. I don't quite know how to respond. I can't have this happen. Men like me…men who hold the position I do…<i>don't</i> have this happen.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well…I should offer my congratulations to you and your husband Mrs. McCarty." There…maybe the baby is Emmett's, and she'll confirm it and then there will be nothing to worry about.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Cut the crap Edward," she hisses at me. "You haven't called me Mrs. McCarty for months now, and you know full well this baby isn't Emmett's. The doctor said I'm between eight and ten weeks along, and you and I both know if we count back on the calendar that Emmett was on that business trip at that time. Besides…I haven't slept with him in almost six months."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I sigh and lean my head back against the wall. I knew better than to think it could have been Emmett's child. I guess I was still praying for a miracle though.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What do you plan on doing Bella?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She's quiet for a moment, and I'm almost positive she is crying. It's times like these that I hate my job. The screen between Bella and I not allowing me to really see her…preventing me from reaching out and holding her and comforting her and telling her that everything will be alright, even though I'm not certain of that fact myself.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I uh…I don't really know," Bella replies. "I thought we could figure it out together Edward. You've said that you love me. I need to know if you love me enough to help me through this. Emmett isn't stupid. He'll know the baby isn't his and I think he's already suspecting I'm seeing someone. Can…can we meet up later? Try to figure this all out?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes," I answer, my throat suddenly dry as I try to swallow the reality of the situation I'm facing. "I'll call you later when it's okay for you to come over."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hear the movement on the other side of the divider as Bella goes to leave, and I can't help it…maybe because it's been ingrained in me after all these years, but I stop her to tell her one final thing.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella..." I call out, and I can hear her stop her movement.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes Edward?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Go with God," I say softly as I make the sign of the cross with my hand.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She doesn't reply as she leaves, closing the door to the penitent's side of the confessional.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A few moments later, I hear someone else enter.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned…" they begin, and I remind myself that I need to focus on what I'm supposed to be doing right now, all the while though, I can't help but start a countdown until later when I can see Bella again so we can figure everything out…so I can figure out how to process the knowledge that I, Father Edward Cullen have managed to get one of my married parishioners pregnant.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's an hour later when I finally make my way to the parish offices, nodding at my secretary as I head into my own office, shutting and locking the door behind me. I had hoped that once I was in here I would have time alone to think, but the fact remains that it's impossible for me to think clearly in here, there are too many memories within these walls since this is where it all began…</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was sitting in my office waiting for my next appointment to arrive. The parish had posted a need for a new Director of Religious Education in its weekly bulletin, and one of our regular parishioners had replied…Mrs. Isabella McCarty. Seeing the name, I had to remind myself to keep myself in check while she was here. Mrs. McCarty and her husband were relatively new to the parish, having relocated here at the beginning of the school year when she was hired as the principal of St. Matthew's, the elementary school affiliated with our parish.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It probably wasn't a good idea for me to be entertaining the idea of choosing Mrs. McCarty as our new religious education director. Truth be told, I felt drawn to her…physically. I may be a priest, but I'm not a saint, and no matter how much I tried to control my urges, I found her starring in my fantasies and dreams more times than I could count.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The buzzing of the intercom brings me out of my thoughts as my secretary lets me know that Mrs. McCarty is here for her appointment. I move from behind my desk to greet her, and as soon as see her my heart stops in my chest. She looks absolutely gorgeous., and I can't help but stare at the small bit of flesh that peeks out from where the top two buttons of her blouse remain undone. My mind starts wandering to what lies beneath the lavender fabric that is currently covering her body. "Hello Father Cullen, it's good to see you," she says as we head back into my office, effectively snapping me out of my daydream."Yes, it's good to see you too Mrs. McCarty," I reply as I move back behind my desk and watch her sit down, my gaze instantly drawn to her legs as she crosses them. The skirt she's wearing hits at the knees, and I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to run my hands up her legs.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Please, call me Bella."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Okay then, Bella," I say as I clear my throat in an attempt to keep myself grounded. Something about saying her name just seems so intimate and personal. I don't know what it is about this woman, but she's affected me like none other ever has. Being a priest doesn't turn off a man's natural desires, and sure I've come across and noticed beautiful women in the past, but never before have I ever been this entranced by one. It's just utterly inexplicable to me.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>So, you said you were interested in helping out with the religious education program?"</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Yes. I saw that you needed a new director, and, given my profession, I thought I could be of help."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We continued talking for a while, discussing the program and what her responsibilities would be as director. As we spoke, I couldn't help but notice the way she would look at me, her eyes traveling the length of my body, occasionally focusing on my lips. It made me wonder if this woman felt the same attraction to me that I had felt towards her.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Eventually, our conversation shifted towards more everyday topics, and before I knew it, Bella and I were talking as if we had known each other forever. It was only when my intercom buzzed and my secretary reminded me that my next appointment would be here in about fifteen minutes that our little bubble burst. For the first time in a long time, I felt normal. Being a priest makes people look at you and treat you differently, but Bella…she didn't. She made me feel like a regular guy again, like I was just Edward and not Father Cullen.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella gathered her things and agreed to set up another appointment with my secretary so we could continue planning out the religious ed program before heading towards my office door. I followed her, grabbing on to the door knob. Everything happened quickly after that. Maybe I didn't realize just how close I was to her, or maybe Bella just wanted it as much as I did, but before I knew it, my mouth was on hers, kissing her deeply.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My hand fell away from the door handle, finding purchase on Bella's hip and pulling her flush against me. It was as if her body melted into mine, and the small whimpers that escaped her only served to make to bulge within my pants all the more noticeable. Her hips thrust forward, causing her center to rub against mine.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don't quite know how long we stood there kissing, but it was the incessant buzz of the intercom again that pulled us apart. The both of us stood there, panting as we tried to catch our breath. It seemed though, that the intercom brought Bella back to reality relatively quickly though, as her face reddened and she tried to hide from me.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Bella, please don't hide from me. What just happened…it would be a lie for me to say I didn't want it," I explained.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>But…" she started. "You're a priest. I'm married. It…it's wrong."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Do you love your husband Bella? Do you truly love him? Think about that and then ask yourself if you would have kissed me if you did. As for me being a priest…that title doesn't magically shut off my desires and wants. I've wanted you Bella, since the first day I saw you sitting in one of the pews at mass, and I dare say that I think you want me too. I saw the way you looked at me earlier. Come back and see me later, we can talk this out. My secretary leaves at four."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I…" she trailed off.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Just think about what I asked you and decide if you want to come back later this afternoon. I'll be here. I hope you'll decide to join me."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With that, I opened the door for her and bid her goodbye before settling in back into my office to wait for my next appointment, all the while hoping that Bella would return to me later.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sitting at my desk now, I can't help but stare at that door and wonder how differently things could have been had I been faithful to my vows as a priest and controlled myself. Then again, there's nothing that would cause me to regret falling in love with Bella. I already knew the choice I would have to make, and for me, I realize now that the decision was simple. I had always thought that my calling in life resided within the confines of the priesthood, but falling in love with Bella opened up a world of possibilities to me. If she wanted me to, I'd have no problem walking away from the priesthood to be with her, to be a father to our child.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As I sat and stared at my desk, I couldn't help but wonder if that was where our child was conceived. It might not be romantic, but it would be fitting seeing as this office, my desk was where our relationship was first consummated…</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't help but stare at the clock on the wall. 4:37. My secretary had already gone home, and I was still sitting here hoping Bella would show up again. I thought about what we had done, what we both had said earlier, and as wrong as I knew it to be, I couldn't walk away. I wanted her, more than I had ever wanted anything in my life, and that fact alone made it easy to ignore the vow of chastity that I had taken.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was almost ready to give up, accept that she wouldn't show. The clock read 4:42 when I heard it. A faint knocking on the door. Opening it up, I found Bella on the other side. She walked in past me and headed straight for one of the chairs near my desk.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I shouldn't be here," she says. "What we did before was wrong, I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be thinking of all the ways I want you…but I can't stop thinking about you."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>It's not just you Bella," I reply, making my way towards Bella and taking the seat next to hers. "I want you just as badly. I've wanted you for a while now. I need to know though…what about your marriage? Do you love your husband?"</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The look in Bella's eyes is one of hunger, and is almost feral. I can't pull my gaze away from her as I watch her every move.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Yes, I do love Emmett, but not the way a wife should love a husband. I did truly love him once, or at least I think I did. Our marriage was one of convenience, at least for me. We dated all through high school, I was too afraid of being alone so when he proposed I said yes. He had been accepted to a good college, I knew he would be able to provide a good life to me. It was easy to go along with things. He's my best friend, but he's not my soul mate. I never truly felt that spark with him."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella continues to talk as she gets out of her seat and make her way to me, straddling herself on top of me.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I feel that spark with you Father Cullen. That kiss earlier…you made me feel alive. I felt wanted and I felt a sense of desire I hadn't felt in a long, long time."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her words are punctuated by her movements, her hips gyrating as she grinds herself against me as she speaks, fueling my own desires.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Ed-Edward," I say to her, my mouth suddenly dry and my head quickly getting hazy as I try to think and process what was happening.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>What?"</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>My name," I explain. "My first name is Edward, call me that…not Father Cullen."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Mmm, Edward," she moans as she undoes the buttons on her blouse, exposing her lace clad breasts to me.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I need you Edward."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her hands grab hold of mine and placed them on her newly exposed flesh, and as soon as they make contact, it's as if a switch flipped within me, freeing the beast I had long ago grown tired of keeping caged.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My hands massage her breasts as I pulled her bra down. As soon as they are fully exposed, my mouth finds its way to her nipples, sucking first the one and then the other into my mouth. My tongue drawing circles around them as I bite down, causing her to moan louder as her hips continue to buck against me and her hands make quick work of ridding me of my shirt.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't take our confined position any longer, and wrap my arms around Bella as I picked her up and lay her on my desk. As she lays before me, my fingers trace their way up her legs, sliding her skirt further and further up until I reach the apex of her thighs, and where I had expected to find her wearing panties, I found none, and am greeted only by her already dripping pussy.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Fuck, Bella…such a naughty girl, not wearing any panties," I growl out. It may have been some time since my last sexual encounter back in my college days, but the dirty talk and everything else seems to be coming back to me.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted you Edward," she whispers as she sits up.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her hands make their way to my belt, unbuckling it and undoing my pants. As my pants and boxers pool around my ankles, Bella slides down from the desk, pushing me backwards and she kneels before me, her hand stroking my throbbing shaft.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She leans forward, ready to wrap her lips around me, but stops mere centimeters from my cock and looks up at me.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Forgive me Father, for I'm about to sin," she murmurs, and then takes me in her mouth.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I couldn't stop the groan that escapes me as I feel the warmth and wetness surrounding me as Bella's head moved up and down along my length. My hands weave their way into her hair, guiding her movements. Her tongue massages the underside of my shaft as her hands play with my balls, bringing my close to the edge of my release rather quickly.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The closer I get, the more my hips begin to thrust in an erratic pattern. My grip on Bella's hair tightens and as she moans and her tongue teases the head of my cock and sucks on it, I lose all control.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A white, blinding heat rips through my body as I come, releasing down her throat. I can feel Bella's throat contract as she swallows, sending shivers down my body.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Grabbing Bella by the arms, I pull her up off of her knees and kiss her before pushing her back down on the top of my desk.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Now it's my turn," I growl out as I yank her skirt off of her in my desperation to taste her.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My eyes roam every inch of her body in an attempt to commit her beauty to memory, my hands pushing her legs open, leaving her spread before me. My fingers ghost up her legs and reaching her soaked core, begin to tease her as they circle her clit and slowly push their way inside her.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Leaning forward, I kiss my way along her inner thigh until I am hovering just above her pussy. My tongue darts out and licks along her slit causing Bella to moan and begin to writhe beneath me.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My fingers, coated in her juices plunge in and out of her as I suck, lick, and nibble on her clit. Bella's hands hold my head in place as her hips buck up uncontrollably.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Oh God…fuuuck. Don't stop Edward, don't stop!" she begs.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her pleas spurn me on, making me hard again as my fingers quicken their movements. I feel her walls begin to tighten, my eyes glancing up just in time to see her come apart. Her body spasms as she orgasms, making me desperate to be inside her, to feel her come like that around me.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to have the patience for her to come down from her release, but I can't wait.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I'm sorry Bella," I murmur. "I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside you."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Please Edward, I need you," she whimpers in reply as she tries to pull me closer to her.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I step forward, lining myself up with her entrance. The head of my cock teasing her for a moment before sliding inside.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Shit Bella," I hiss as I settle in between her legs. "You feel so fucking good."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don't move right away as I'm simply relishing the feeling of her wrapped around me.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>More Edward, please…I need you to move," she whispers as she thrusts her hips, causing me to shift within her.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The pleasure I feel coursing through me is almost more than I can bear, and I moan loudly as I begin to move.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My hands begin roaming every inch of Bella's skin I can reach as her hands find purchase on my arms and her legs wrap tightly around my waist. My head drops down close to her chest as my mouth begins to once again nibble at her breasts.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The slapping of skin, grunts and moans are all that can be heard as we fuck.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Harder Edward, fuck me harder," she begs.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm more than happy to oblige, and quicken my pace, thrusting harder and faster than before. Bella's hips begin meeting mine thrust for thrust and in the process, we cause the desk to start to move from its place, my ceramic statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary toppling over in the process, leaving her beheaded and missing a hand on the floor.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>So close Edward," Bella whimpers, her nails digging into my arms, nearly drawing blood.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My hand trails down to where we're joined, my fingers teasing and rubbing her clit, and finally sending her screaming over the edge.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I feel her walls clamp down around my cock as she comes. I continue my thrusts and they become erratic as I finally reach my own release and spill my seed within her.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We lay joined together for a few moments after, and that's when I realize I want more of her, that one time with Bella would never be enough.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>I don't want to let you go Bella," I whisper to her.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>You kind of have to, I do need to go home at some point," she giggles, running her hands up and down my back.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>That's not what I mean Bella," I explain. "I don't want this…us…to be a one-time thing."</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"<i>Me either Edward…we'll figure something out," she answers.</i></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We did figure something out. That first encounter between us led to countless others as we often met under the guise of various planning meetings for the parish's religious education program. We didn't fuck every time we met, there were times we slowly and gently made love, and other times where we just remained wrapped up in the other's arms as we got to know one another.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Somewhere, in the midst of it all, we both fell irrevocably in love, although neither of us knew what to do in our situation with me being a priest and Bella being married to Emmett. Regardless of what the situation was, Bella had quickly become my salvation. Before her my life was muted, boring and black and white, and now that Bella had come in to it, it was as if I was seeing the world in color for the first time.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For me, the answer to our situation was simple, I was ready and willing to give up my post to be with her. Now all that remained was to find out what she wanted. Not able to wait any longer, I send Bella a text, asking her to come see me at my office.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella shows up ten minutes later, her eyes red and puffy. Not caring who is around or sees, I pull her immediately into my arms, trying to soothe her and offer her what comfort I can.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Shh Sweetheart, everything is going to be alright. We'll figure this all out together," I murmur into her ear.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I told Emmett," she mumbles in between sniffles as I sit down and pull her into my lap.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You told Emmett…" I trail off.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Everything. I told him everything and said I wanted a divorce."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How did he take it?" I ask nervously.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He…he broke down sobbing. He was heartbroken Edward. He said he had his suspicions for a while now, but he thought I was seeing someone else. He never thought it was you. He begged me on his knees to stay with him, to try and make things work. He said he would love the baby as his own, that he would do anything to make me happy. I told him the only thing that would make me happy, that would really be fair to either of us would be for us to get divorced."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I should have been there with you."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am dying to know what he said in terms of the divorce, but not wanting to rush Bella, I just hold her, allowing her to tell me things in her own time.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"H-He agreed Edward, he agreed to the divorce. He said that all he ever wanted was for me to be happy, that he thought that he made me happy. But knowing that he doesn't, he wants to give me what will."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well, that's good," I reply.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What about you Edward? Have you decided anything?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can see the fear in Bella's eyes that I'm going to abandon her and our child.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," I say softly, turning her so I can make sure she can see my eyes as I speak. "I did a lot of thinking. I know I didn't react in the best fashion this morning, but you caught me off guard. You were right though…I did tell you I wanted to be with you, because I do. You mean more to me than anything. I know it's not going to be an easy road, but I want us to be a family. I want to be a father to our child. If that means giving up the priesthood then so be it. I don't want a life where I can't have you."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I realize what's happening, Bella's mouth is on me, kissing me everywhere she can reach.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella…" I trail off, trying to figure out if we should even be doing this with how high the emotions have been running lately.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Please Edward, I need to feel you. I need you to make me feel okay again."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The need is evident in Bella's voice, and if I can give her this, then who am I to deny her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Quickly, I undo my pants as Bella lifts up her skirt and rids herself of her panties. The small glimpses of her flesh enough to make me hard. She drops them to the floor as I pull her close to me again so that she sits straddled across me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Slowly, she sinks down on my cock, burying her head into the crook of my neck as she does. Our mouths find their way to each other as Bella begins to rock against me. My hands roam across her body, caressing her as we move, allowing me to show her with my touch how much she means to me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No words are spoken, our movements slow and gentle. My one hand dips between us, my fingers grazing Bella's clit as I finally pull my mouth away from hers.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you feel that Bella," I ask as my finger lazily circles her nub. "Do you feel how hard you make me? Do you feel how right we are together? Can you feel just how much I love you?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She begins whimpering as I continue my ministrations, my mouth reattaching to hers as I swallow the little moans escaping her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We break apart when we need to breathe, our foreheads resting against each other's. Bella's breathing quickens and I can tell she's close.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Let go for me Bella," I murmur.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I quicken my pace, and increase the pressure of my fingers on her clit, letting out a moan as Bella comes undone in my arms.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My hips thrust a few more times before my own release overtakes me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Holding Bella close to me, I place gentle kisses along her neckline as we both calm down.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Everything will be alright Bella," I promise her.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love you Edward," she replies.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I love you too Bella. You're my everything. I thought I was happy with my life, but you showed me I was just going through the motions. You saved me in so many ways. You and our child…you're my salvation."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He</span></i></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991368312558955333.post-34451210345215039342012-07-23T08:54:00.000-07:002012-08-25T08:54:48.737-07:00If You Ever Hunger<div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella has loved Edward since she was eight years old. During her summer break, she decides to win his heart once and for all. But prior commitments prove hard to break, and the line between family and lovers is not so easily blurred. A tale of seduction, self-indulgence, and forbidden love. Rating: M Genre: Drama Word Count: 7,055 Pairing: Edward & Bella</span></span></div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="p2"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Disclaimer: Includes familial relations of a sexual nature. Please stop reading if it squicks you out. I don't own Twilight.</span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p4" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~*<b>If You Ever Hunger*~</b></span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From the moment we first met, I was destined to fall in love with Edward Cullen. He didn't treat me as though I had cooties. He never brushed me aside because I wasn't cool enough like all the other boys did. He attended every fake tea party I hosted, squished in between my stuffed animals and dolls, a smile on his face as he pretended to sip tea from a miniature china cup.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My feelings toward him were different back then. They were innocent. Platonic. He was my best friend, nothing more. Sure I thought he was cute, the way all little girls fawn over the boys they like, but that was the extent of my feelings. I didn't look at him then the way I look him now. The way a woman sees a man.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I see his broad shoulders and sculpted arms, and I want his body wrapped around mine. I see the way his beard thickens over the course of a day, and I long for the harshness of it against my skin. I see his hands, and I need them on every inch of my body.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My desires are reflected in his eyes when he thinks I'm not paying attention. But I'm always paying attention. I've been paying attention since I was eight years old. I can remember the exact moment when he saw me as a young woman and not a child. I was seventeen and on my way to prom. By then I'd already fallen for him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yet somehow, even at eight, I knew he was made for me. I didn't understand love between two adults or what it was like to desire someone in the most carnal of ways. Forever wasn't a concept I could comprehend. Looking back, I'm not so sure he could either.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Because if he truly understood the meaning of <i>until death do us part</i>, he wouldn't have stood at that altar. He wouldn't have made a vow before his family and friends. Before God. He wouldn't have smiled down at me as I stood there in my little white dress and basket of flowers.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If he understood the concept of forever, he wouldn't have married my mother.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Welcome home, Bella." Edward puts my bags in the backseat of his car before pulling me into a hug. I take a moment to bask in the feeling of his arms around me. His aftershave smells good. It's subtle, and I press my nose against his neck to get a better whiff. The smooth skin on his freshly-shaven jaw feels soft against my cheek. I don't pull away. Instead I wait until he drops his arms and gently pushes against me before I release him. "Are you excited to be back?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You have no idea," I tell him. He opens the passenger door for me, and I climb into his Volvo XC60. It smells like home. The interior is spotless, exactly what I expect of anything belonging to Edward. I glance over my shoulder. My suitcases are the only thing in the backseat. Still, there would be plenty room for two people back there. The two of us in particular.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Your mom is really bummed that she couldn't pick you up," he says. The mention of my mother puts a damper on my fantasy, but I find it creates more feelings of irritation than guilt. It's the same story I've heard since I was a young child.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Whatever."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," Edward sighs, and I know what he's thinking. He's been doing damage control for as long as I can remember. Only now I'm an adult, and he doesn't need to console me like he did when I was younger. He doesn't need to explain that my mother loves me. He doesn't need to remind me that my mother is out saving lives or that she would be with us if she could.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The truth is my mother is a workaholic who puts anyone and everyone before her family. That's probably what drove my real father away in the first place.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're here," I add with a shrug. "That's all that matters."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It looks like he wants to say something, but instead he clenches his jaw and turns his attention to the road. I watch in silence as the airport disappears in the side mirror.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Being away from home for a year can change a person. My first year of college really brought me out of my shell. It allowed me a fresh start, and I found leaving my childhood years behind was a lot easier than I thought. People didn't see the awkward girl with braces and ratty hair. They didn't see my unfashionable clothes and bad makeup choices. I finally had the chance to be accepted as the young woman I'd grown into.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And accepted I was.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The guys pursued me relentlessly, and although I wouldn't call myself easy, I did my fair share of experimenting. As it turned out, I was pretty talented. But it wasn't the college boys I saw when I closed my eyes and took them into my mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That's why I vowed to myself this summer would be different. I'm not going to mope around for the next three months wanting someone I can't have. Damn the consequences.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This summer, one way or another, Edward is going to be mine.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We make small talk during drive. There's not much to catch up on as we've stayed in touch throughout the school year. About halfway home, I decide to make my first move.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's warm in here," I say, and make a show of fanning myself. Edward adjusts the air conditioner, but I have other plans.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pull my hoodie over my head, going slowly so he'll have longer to look, which I know he will. Cool air hits my midriff as the tank top beneath slides up over my bra. I act like it's no big deal. When the hoodie is off and I've squared myself away, I peek at Edward. He is staring out the window, his expression a perfect slate of nothingness. I smile.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was looking.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I take my time unpacking while Edward makes dinner. Now that I know we'll be alone, I can finalize my game plan for the evening. I leave my tank top on. It's tight and sheer enough that my dark blue push-up bra shows through the fabric. It takes me a while to decide what else to wear. I want him to look, to notice me, but I don't want to be too obvious. I pull a pair of black lounge pants from my drawer and slip them on. They were Edward's; he gave them to me when they shrank in the wash. I fold down the waistband so they hang impossibly low on my hips and take one last look in the mirror.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If this doesn't capture his attention, I don't know what will.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward surprises me with my favorite meal—homemade ravioli. It's his favorite as well. The recipe was handed down from his great-grandmother. The first time he ever made it for me, I was eleven. I had fallen out of a tree and broken my arm. Edward rushed me to the emergency room. He held me on his lap, singing quietly as I soaked his shirt with tears. My mother stopped by to sign a medical release form, but she didn't stick around once she saw Edward had the situation under control. When we got home, I watched as he tediously stuffed each little pillow with spinach and mushrooms. He told me his mother always made it for his birthdays and other special occasions. He said eating it always made him happy, and if I ate it too, I wouldn't be as sad about spending my summer wearing a cast.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was right.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From then on, it became <i>our</i> special meal.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mmm, Edward. This is so good."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes flash to mine as I moan again. I make a show of licking sauce from my finger. He clears his throat before diverting his eyes to his plate. "I thought you might like it after being away for so long."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I agree as I take my last bite, licking the fork clean when I'm done.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After dinner, Edward retreats to the living room. He turns on the television and settles onto the couch. I follow, taking a seat beside him. As he flips through the channels, I yawn and lie down, placing my head on his lap. It's something I haven't done for years. Once I got to a certain age, it wasn't deemed appropriate anymore. It's still not, but all bets are off now.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward doesn't react, which isn't surprising. He hasn't done anything to condone my behavior since I've been home, but he hasn't tried to squelch it, either. I know he secretly likes it. He likes seeing me in tight clothes, seeing my skin. He wants me near his cock.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But for as much as I know he wants it, I also know it will be hard to get him to give in to his desires. That's why I have to go slowly—to get <i>him</i> to make the first move. Because if I'm too forward, he <i>will</i>push me away. And if he does, I know my chances will be over.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The show ends and a new one begins. I wonder how much of Edward's attention is on the television and how much is on me. I can't see his face, but I don't want to look. I want him to be able to ogle my body without the fear of being caught.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I shift around, feigning discomfort. I drape one leg over the front of the couch, placing my foot on the floor. I bend my other leg and rest my knee against the back of the couch, causing my legs to spread. Cool air hits the sliver of exposed skin between my shirt and pants, and my flesh breaks out in goose bumps.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward flips through channels far too fast to be paying attention to what's on the screen. He stops on an action packed movie and places the remote on my stomach.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Adrenaline spikes through my veins.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His body is still. Too still. I can't even feel him breathing. After a few minutes, he picks up the remote, unnecessarily adjusting the volume. When he sets it down again, it's lower. Either he isn't aware of where he set it or he is testing my boundaries as well.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward rests his arm on the back of the couch. It's <i>so close</i> to my knee. His long fingers seem to absently toy with the cushion, but I know better. Eventually he stops, seemingly unaware that his thumb has come to rest against me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wait, but it appears to be the only move Edward's willing to make tonight.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Stretching my arms behind my head, I arch my back and push my chest toward the ceiling. The remote slips between my legs. Edward tenses as my hands brush against his thighs.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Without warning he stands, jostling me onto the couch.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I sit up and look at him with widened eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It's late. I should, uh…" He squeezes his eyes closed and rubs his hand over the back of his neck. "I should go to bed."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, okay." I give him my most innocent smile. "Good night."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward pauses, a small frown forming on his forehead. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. My innocent act must have worked, because he looks truly confused about what just happened. With a sharp nod, he turns and exits the room, whispering "good night" over his shoulder as he leaves.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The next morning, I find a note on the kitchen table.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bella,</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm so happy you're home. Sorry I couldn't say hello in person. I was called in to the hospital for an emergency surgery yesterday, and my normal shift starts early this morning. See you tonight.</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Love, Mom</span></i></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I crumple the note into a ball and toss it into the garbage can. I refuse to let my mother's absence bother me. Besides, without her around, I get Edward all to myself.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After I eat breakfast, I get ready for the day, making sure my hair and makeup are perfect. It doesn't take me long to track down Edward. He's in his office, hunched over his laptop. He doesn't notice me standing in the doorway right away, so I take a moment to fully appreciate him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward is quite a bit younger than my mother. He's in his early 40s, but no one could tell by looking at him. Maybe it's because he has a full head of rich brown hair, or maybe it's because his skin is smooth, save for the fine lines that form around his mouth and eyes when he smiles. Either way, I've never thought of Edward as being older than me, even when I was only eight. He always took me seriously; whether we were playing a game or he was giving me playground advice, he never treated me like a child.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His tips on dating, however, always erred on the conservative side.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're too young to be kissing boys."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Tell him no. He's not actually in real pain if you turn him down."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"That prom dress stays on or he'll be visiting your mother at the hospital!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I like to believe Edward knew what boys thought of me because he was harboring his own impure fantasies. His advice wasn't based on fatherly obligation, but on selfishness because he wanted me all to himself. I decided long ago that he would have me; it was just a matter of time.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That time is now.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward is in full-on work mode. His fingers fly over the keys as his eyes dart across the screen. When it becomes clear he isn't going to notice me anytime soon, I clear my throat. He looks up, smiling when he sees me. "Good morning." He glances at the clock and corrects himself. "Or should I say afternoon?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm bored." I enter his office and slump onto a chair. "Will you bring me to the mall?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He hesitates, distracted by whatever document is displayed on the screen in front of him. "Yeah, I suppose I can drop you off. Or you can take my car."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh." I look down, not even having to fake my disappointment. "You don't want to come with me?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You must have friends who are in town. It's Saturday. Go out and do something fun."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But I want to spend time with <i>you</i>."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward swivels his chair to face me. He looks torn as he glances between me and his laptop. "I don't know, Bellaboo. I've got to finish this article. The deadline is tomorrow night. I <i>can't</i> miss it."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bellaboo.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's Edward's cutesy pet name for me—a term of endearment used exclusively by him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Growing up, I loved having a special name, and he knew it. He would often use it when he was proud of me or when he told me something important. Sometimes he would use it because he knew I would pay extra close attention. It always worked in his favor if he had to tell me something less favorable, like "clean your room" or "go to bed." But no matter what, every time he used it I felt special, because <i>I</i> was<i>his</i> Bellaboo.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward is using it now to deflect the situation. I know he can't tell me no. He wants me to take the hint, and he's using the nickname to soften the blow.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Well, two can play at this game.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Can't you do it later?" My lips turn into a pout. Keeping my head tilted down, I raise my eyes to look at him. Then I launch my secret weapon. "Please, Daddy?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Conflict wars on his face. He lets out a deep breath and takes one last look at his laptop before flipping down the top.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The mall is busy, even for a Saturday. Edward is being a good sport so far, following me from store to store and carrying my bags. He keeps falling behind. I can only assume it has less to do with him being tired and more to do with him checking out my ass. The shorts I'm wearing shouldn't be legal in the US, but I'm young enough to pull them off and old enough for it to be socially acceptable.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once I've purchased a few staple items—shirts, shoes, more short-shorts—I make my way to Victoria's Secret. Edward pauses near the entrance.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Aren't you coming?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're on your own for this one," he says. "I'll be out here. I have to make some phone calls anyway."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But I want you to help me pick something out."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward's face pales. His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. "Bella," he stutters. "I—"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh, my god, Edward. Lotion!" I point to the display inside. "I'm buying lotion. What did you think I needed help choosing?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He lets out a deep breath and relaxes some, although the tension doesn't completely disperse from his body. "Of course. I'm sorry. I—" He nods toward an empty bench down the hall. "I'll be over there."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I make my way through the store with a renewed fervor. If his reaction was any indication, it's going to be harder than I thought for him to give in. That's okay, though. I've planted the seed in his mind. It's just a matter of time.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pick out a bottle of lotion without much thought. Two bras, five panties, and one nighty later, I find Edward. He's leaning against the railing, watching the people on the floor below.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ready for lunch?" He's calm and collected now, like we never had an awkward conversation.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yep."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We get burgers and find an empty table in the back of the food court. I tuck the Victoria's Secret bag on the chair next to me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Want to see what I bought?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure." Edward adjusts the pickles that have fallen off his burger and empties a handful of ketchup packets onto the tray. He is so focused on the food in front of him that he's taken by surprise when I fling a frilly, purple thong at him." What the…?" His eyes widen when he realizes what's landed on his lap. "Jesus, Bella!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The small scrap of fabric disappears into his fist. He shoves it across the table, eyes darting around the room as he searches for witnesses to the exchange.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You said you were buying lotion."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, I said I wanted your opinion on lotion. I bought other stuff too." I pull the black satin nighty out of the bag and hold it up to my chest. "What do you think of this?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward cusses under his breath and places his palm over his face. His gaze locks on the lingerie in my hands before he exhales and squeezes his eyes shut. The moment may not have lasted more than a few seconds, but I can tell by his ragged breaths and the slight reddening of his face that he looked long enough to let his imagination run wild.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What are you doing, Bellaboo?" His voice is pained and so quiet I have to strain to hear him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?" The nighty falls onto my lap, my shoulders slumping forward. I fight to keep the smirk off my face.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You can't go around showing me stuff like that."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You don't like it?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My face falls.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I mean, yes. But I can't—you shouldn't—" Edward clenches his hand into a fist and slams it onto the table. "Damn it!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I like seeing him worked up. It means he's thinking things about me he knows he shouldn't, and enjoying them far more than he wants to admit. Deciding to give him a break, I shrug and stuff the nighty back into the bag.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"We should stop for ice cream on the way home."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward stares at me, his mouth gaping. I'm not sure if it's because of my indifference to what just transpired or because he's envisioning me licking a cone.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What?" I ask again.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He shakes his head, pulling himself out of whatever thoughts he's having. "Nothing."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My mother gets home in time for dinner. She's exhausted from the long hours spent at the hospital. We make small talk while we eat. Edward is quieter than usual, a permanent frown etched on his brow. Sometimes he zones out, staring at his fork until he's addressed directly and snaps out of it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hard day?" My mom reaches across the table and pats the back of Edward's hand. His answering wide-eyed expression looks panicked and guilty. "Did you finish the article?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No, it's taking me longer than I thought. I'll probably pull an all nighter."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Oh." She gives him a sympathetic smile. "I'm sure you'll make the deadline. You always do."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I find it strange he didn't mention spending the day with me. After all, spending time together isn't unusual for us. Working from home as a freelance writer, Edward always made time for me growing up. Whether I needed a ride to a friend's house or wanted someone to talk to, he was always there. There's no reason for it to be any different now.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, Edward," I agree. He looks at me with the same uncertain expression. "You always get the job done." I give him a wink. He averts his gaze right away, but I don't miss the trace of a smile on his lips.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After dinner I retreat to my room and unpack my purchases from the day, organizing the items into my closet and drawers. The black nighty lies on my bed. I purchased it for no other reason than to taunt Edward, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't get some use out of it. I undress before slipping it over my head. The satin is soft against my skin. I wish Edward could see me in it, but I don't dare traipse through the house wearing it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At least not while my mother is here.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My thoughts are on Edward as I crawl into bed. I think of his lips and his hands and the way his jeans hang so perfectly from his hips. I wonder what he looks like without them on. I imagine the hard lines of his cock and the shape of his ass. Anything, <i>anything</i> to keep my mind off the fact that he is downstairs with another woman and I am up here alone, with nothing but fantasies of a life that includes him as more than just my step-father.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wonder if he hungers for me the same way I hunger for him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I finally drift to sleep, I dream of him. It's not a sexual dream. We aren't flirting or even touching, but somehow I know we're together. He looks happy. I <i>am</i> happy. The dream feels so real that I don't even realize I'm sleeping.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Until I'm not.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Reality filters into my consciousness, and my brain registers that I'm back at home, in my bed. But something is flitting on the edge of my subconscious. Something's not right.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I bolt upright. My head is dizzy with sleep and unexplainable adrenaline. There's a loud creak and a whispered curse, and then a shadow darts from the corner of my room toward the door.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward?" I reach toward him, but it's too late. He disappears without answering, the door slamming closed behind him.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The next morning, Edward is nowhere to be seen. He's not in his office. He's not in the living room. The Volvo in the driveway is the only sign he's still home.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella," my mother calls out. "Breakfast is ready. I made your favorite!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The smell of French toast infiltrates my senses as I enter the kitchen. It was my favorite. When I was seven. It's not surprising that she never noticed how my tastes have changed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The bottle of maple syrup sits on the counter, the cap and sides coated with sticky liquid. The thought of touching it is repulsive, but I put on a happy face, nonetheless.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Smells delicious, Mom." I put a slice on my plate. She adds two more to the stack, saying something about being too skinny and musing aloud that college freshman are supposed to gain weight, not lose it. I take my plate to the table and change the subject. "Where's Edward?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sweetheart, he's sleeping," she says in hushed tones. She points a finger at me and looks me in the eye. "Don't pester him today, okay? He was up all night writing, and he wants some rest. You're going to have to find someone else to entertain you."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is how my mother operates. She thinks because she's too busy for me everyone else is too. I wonder how she'd feel knowing Edward spent some of the night tucked away in the corner of my room. I'm pretty sure he wasn't writing then.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fine," I say. I stand, grabbing my plate and coffee mug. "I'll be in the living room."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I spend the day lying on the couch and watching movies. It's kind of boring, but it's nice not to have class or be confined to a dorm. My mother isn't working today. She busies herself with gardening and other household chores. Our paths don't cross, which is probably for the best.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At six thirty, Edward makes his first appearance. He trudges into the room looking a little worse for wear. His hair is in a disarray, and his pajamas are wrinkled. He hasn't shaved today.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I push myself into a seated position and wait for him to continue.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you hungry? Do you want dinner?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Sure."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward doesn't move to leave. Instead he stands in the middle of the room and runs his hand through his hair. I can tell he wants to say something, and I have a feeling I know what it is. I have to assure him that he didn't do anything wrong.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Did you finish the article?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He seems surprised I asked. "Oh, yeah, I did. Look, Bella, about last night—"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What about it?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward hesitates. He studies me, and I keep my expression innocent, curious, like nothing happened that requires an apology. His throat bobs as he swallows. The space between us feels electrically charged, and I wonder if he can sense it too. Finally he nods, accepting his indiscretions of the night before, and flees the room.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That night I don the nighty once again. I don't know if Edward will make another appearance or if getting caught last night was enough to scare him away. If he comes back, I want him to know his visit didn't have a negative effect on me. I want him to be able to see me in the garment that probably enticed him in the first place.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I also leave the door wide open.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The knowledge that he may come into my room keeps me awake. I don't want to miss him if he comes back. I'm typically a sound sleeper. It makes me wonder how many times he has watched me from the rocking chair in the corner of my room. The thought is exciting.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Eventually I fall into a light sleep, somewhere between reality and a dream world. My mind registers the sound of a door latching closed and, a few seconds later, the distinct creak of the rocking chair. One by one, my other senses begin to wake. The scent of his soap and aftershave permeates the small room. Goose bumps cover the skin on my chest as I fill my lungs with the aroma, and I realize the blankets are gathered around my waist, leaving my body exposed to his eyes.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I lift my arms above my head and stretch my sleepy muscles. The soft moan that leaves my body is answered by Edward's shaky exhale. He knows I'm aware of his presence. He knows it's okay.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hi, Daddy," I breathe.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward doesn't answer.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I bring my arms down, trailing my hands over my chest. My nipples are firm from the cool air, and as I roll and pluck them with my fingertips, I turn my head to the side to find Edward.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The moonlight filtering in from the window illuminates his form. I was right; he's sitting on the rocking chair, watching me. His features become more apparent as my eyes adjust to the darkness—eyes locked on my hands, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. His t-shirt is snug and clings to his body, accentuating his chest. His muscles flex, and I follow the lean line of his arm down to where it disappears inside his pajama pants.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Leaving one hand on my breast, I move the other beneath the blankets and slip it inside my panties. I keep my eyes glued on Edward and match my pace to his. There is nothing rushed or frenzied about his slow strokes. He takes his time, drinking in the moment. He's in no hurry to reach his end.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But for me, it won't take long. The sight of him alone is almost enough to make me come undone. My fingers bring me closer to the edge, and I don't even need to pretend it's him, because he's here with me, watching me, wanting me. I arch my back and whimper, my fingers slipping inside me, my hand squeezing my breast. If I learned anything from my time away at college, it's how to put on a good show.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Daddy," I whimper.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then it's all over.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I keep my eyes on his face as I climax, moaning and convulsing with each wave of pleasure that hits me. Edward is on his feet and at my bedside in two long strides. He pulls his cock from his pants and strokes himself. He makes no move to touch me, so I keep my hands to myself.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He watches as I continue to play with myself, his cock bobbing inches from my face. It's big and hard and perfect. My imagination didn't do him justice. I know he's getting close when his long, slow strokes turn short and fast. He places a knee next to my head and props himself over me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward moans as he climaxes. His cum showers down on my chest in hot spurts. He staggers backward once he's finished. He looks shocked and disheveled. Without saying a word, he tucks his cock back into his pants and bolts from my room.</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am nervous the next morning. Butterflies assault my stomach as I head down the stairs. I'm afraid of what will happen now, afraid of how Edward will react. Last night was a definite turning point in our relationship. Whether he wants to continue what we started yesterday or end it with a screeching halt, one thing's for certain:</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Things will never be the same again.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward sits at the table, the newspaper spread before him and a cup of coffee in his hand. I make my way into the kitchen. I can feel his eyes on me as I pour my own cup. A quick glance in his direction confirms what I already know. He is watching me, his eyes roaming my body without constraint.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I've since changed out of the nighty. It was a sticky mess after he came all over me. However, the matching tank and shorts I'm wearing now leaves little to the imagination, especially with no undergarments beneath.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Good morning, Daddy."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward meets my eyes and shakes his head. "You shouldn't call me that, Bella."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Why not?" There's a challenge in my voice. I want him to accept it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Because it makes me want to do very…" He takes a deep breath and leans back in the chair. His eyes wander over my body again. "… inappropriate things to you."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His admission causes me to smile. I hoist myself onto the counter. "Inappropriate like coming into my room at night?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward stands from the table and stalks toward me. My heart accelerates as he comes to a stop and places his hands on my bare knees. "I think you enjoyed having me in your room, Bellaboo." He puts weight on his arms, and my legs are pushed open with the force. "I think you've been teasing me ever since you got home."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, but I don't respond. Edward slides his hands up my legs until he's gripping my hips. With a sharp tug, he slides me to the edge. I have to place my hands on the counter behind me to keep from falling backward. He steps closer, and I can feel him hard against me. We've never been this close before. Throwing my head back, I sigh and shift against him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward hooks a single finger into the neckline of my tank top and runs it from side to side. I can't believe he's being this forward, touching me so intimately of his own accord. Whatever dam was holding him back must have broken, and I hope he's in no mood to repair it.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've been thinking about your tits all morning." He pulls the side of my top down, exposing one breast. His mouth is on it immediately, the softness of his tongue a contrast to the sharpness of his teeth as he bites my nipple. I arch my back, pushing myself against his face. He slides my straps down my arms and switches to the other side. I shiver as the air hits my damp skin, creating more friction between us. Edward's hand finds my stomach, and his fingers just begin to slide under my shorts when the sound of my mother's voice rings out.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward, I'm heading to the hospital."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward pushes away like touching me is the most repulsive thing in the world. He turns and faces the sink, fumbling with a dirty plate as I scramble to pull up my top. I barely get both straps on by the time she enters the kitchen.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bella!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I jump as she stands before me, hands on her hips and a disapproving scowl on her face.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What on Earth are you doing? Get off the counter!"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slide to the floor with a relieved sigh.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'll see you two tomorrow." My mother moves to Edward's side. He wraps one arm around her shoulder and leans down to give her a kiss. I don't want to watch, but I can't look away. Every second he holds her is like a stab to my heart.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once she is gone and we hear the front door close, Edward turns to me. His expression is pained, his face pale. "I can't," he whispers. "I can't do this."</span></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward vanishes to his office for the rest of the day. I know him well enough to recognize when he wants to be alone. I don't push him. There will be plenty of time to try again later when his defenses are down.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Night falls. I leave my door wide open, but Edward doesn't so much as walk down the hall. I can't take it anymore. I can't handle lying in here by myself when we are so close to being something more.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I just need one chance. I know he'll choose me if I can show him how good we can be together.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Kicking the covers from the bed, I stand and stride down the stairs. The door to Edward's room is ajar. The lights are off inside. I listen; his soft breaths are the only sound filling the room. Careful not to wake him, I tiptoe inside and crawl onto the bed.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At first he doesn't stir, but then he rolls toward me and opens his eyes. It takes him a few moments to register my presence. When he does, he lifts his head from the pillow and rubs his eyes. "Bella," he sighs. I'm convinced he's about to reprimand me. His arm juts out, but instead of pushing me away, he slides it behind my neck and hugs me against his side.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I breathe a sigh of relief as my hand comes to rest on his bare chest. He wants this as much as I do. I can tell by the way he clutches my shoulder and presses his lips against the top of my head.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"This is wrong," he whispers.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I throw my leg over his hips and push myself into a seated position. His skin is hot under my hands. "Then why does it feels so right?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward runs his hands up and down my arms, warming my skin with his touch. I know the last of his reservations are gone when he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. He places his hands on my breasts, squeezing and massaging them with his palms. I can feel him hardening beneath me. This time, I want to touch him. I want to be the one to get him off.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I slide down his body. His hands reach out for me as we lose contact, but I don't leave him hanging for long. My fingers grasp the waistband of his pants, and he lifts his hips without hesitation. With one gentle tug, his cock springs free.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is still growing as I lean down and close my mouth around the head. Edward moans. The sound is low and vibrates deep in his chest. I run my lips up and down his length, teasing him. I continue my path lower, swirling my tongue around his balls before sucking them into my mouth.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Where did you learn that, Bellaboo?" Edward asks between pants.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've been practicing."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He groans as I kiss my way back up and slide my mouth down his cock. I make sure the tip touches the back of my throat before I release him.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I thought I told you no boys until you're thirty."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't worry. I saved myself for you."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I can process what's happening, I'm on my back. Edward hovers above me, his lips inches from mine.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't tease me like that."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I'm not."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His kiss is frenzied. There's an urgency to the way his hand roams my body, like he can't get enough of me at once. His fingers disappear into my shorts. I can't believe how good it feels to finally have him touching me. I whimper and tilt my hips up, wanting more.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward pushes his finger into me, and I buck my hips against hand.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you want me to fuck you?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward places his lips next to my ear. When he speaks, his words are barely a whisper. "Yes, Daddy."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes, Daddy." I'm surprised by the neediness in my voice. I'm terrified that he's going to stop us. I don't know what I'll do if he pushes me away again.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I moan as Edward removes the rest of my clothes. He settles between my legs and flicks his tongue against my clit. I gasp when he works his finger inside me again. I've let boys finger me before, and I have a couple toys, but nothing near the size of Edward's cock. I will my body to relax as he stretches me with another finger.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It doesn't take long until I'm coming apart at his touch. My body practically sings for him with each ripple of pleasure brought on by my orgasm. Before I can even come down from the high, Edward positions himself above me.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There is no dramatic pause, no resistance as he forces my body to accommodate him. Tears well in my eyes, but I refuse to tell him to stop. I've been waiting years for this moment, for him to claim me as his own.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"So soft," Edward whispers. The gentleness of his voice contradicts the harsh way his hips thrust against me. Sensing my discomfort, he slows his pace, but only slightly. "If you're going to tease like a big girl, you're going to get fucked like a big girl, Bellaboo."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wrap my legs around him and cling to his shoulders, letting him know I'm okay. "Don't stop, Daddy."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Fuck, I love hearing you call me that."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The burn gradually subsides to a dull ache. The more I relax, the rougher Edward becomes. I melt into him as he wraps his arms around me, and all I can think is that I want him to hold me tighter.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward slows his pace as he gets closer. At first I think he's trying to hold off, but then he pulls out and strokes himself until he comes. His half-closed eyes roam my body as his breathing returns to normal. He leans down, his lips barely brushing mine before our world comes crashing down around us.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What the hell is going on?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward whips his head around. I look over his shoulder and see my mother standing in the doorway. Her face is red and streaked with tears, her hands clenched into fists at her side. I have no idea how long she's been watching us.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Baby, I can explain."</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I think I've seen enough." She turns and disappears through the open door. Edward is off the bed. He fumbles with a pair of jeans on the floor, trying to get them on without losing his balance. I don't understand what is happening. Everything was perfect a few short minutes ago.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Edward?"</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward looks at me, brows drawn together in apology. He shakes his head as he fastens the last button. "I'm sorry," he says. He calls her name as he runs out the door, barefoot and shirtless, belt still unbuckled. I flop back on the bed and pull the covers up to my chin.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She won't forgive him for this, and he deserves better than to beg forgiveness from someone who isn't worthy of his love. She doesn't burn for him like I do. He'll see.</span></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Edward will come back, and when he does, I'll be here. Waiting. Hungering for him.</span></span></div>SoapyMayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975187665147772619noreply@blogger.com0