If you've been reading these you know who I thank. My girls are awesome. I owe them lots of boob shots in chat and a big round of drinks. I'm holding on to that kidnapping promise ladies! I also want to thank several of y'all who took the time to pimp me in your own story or on twitter, or got me validated over on Twilighted (you can read me there too now as well as check out the thread started in the Alternate Universe- Human forum). I passed 200 reviews last chapter, HOLY CRAP. I can't believe anyone wants to read this let alone tell me it's great. :)
So as y'alls reward for the rec'ing and the reviewing I thought you might like a little more Edward...I just couldn't get that boy to shut up! ;)
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I sat on a mountainside with peace of mind
I laid by the ocean making love to her with visions clear
Walked for days with no one near
And I returned as chained and bound to you
~~Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover, Sophie B. Hawkins
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~~EPOV~~
Bella's smile spread across her face and and I sat transfixed and dazzled by her glow. She fucking dazzled me. Whatever thoughts I had about this thing possibly losing its appeal after a year apart, were gone. Sure, I staked her ass online and fantasized about her bottom lip when I yanked my dick, but fantasy is one thing and reality is another. I'd worried that when I got here, reality would pale in comparison. I couldn't have had it more ass backwards.
The bizarre connection I felt to her had grown by at least a trillion degrees. It wasn't just my dick responding to her hair blowing in the breeze, her tongue poking out to lick her lips, and her sweater curving her body. Every pore on my skin opened to feel her near me.
We said nothing, just grinning at each other as the rain started to fall. A drop slid down her nose and she blinked in surprise. I jumped from my chair and pulled off my jacket to hold over her. Nobody better say shit about chivalry being dead.
I stepped into her personal space bringing the jacket behind her to tent it above our heads. She was silent as I looked down at her. The peaks of her tits pressed into my chest and my belt buckle rubbed against her stomach. Her chin was tucked down like she was afraid to look at me. I watched her chew her lip and our chests rose and fell together.
She let out a sigh and looked up to me, finally. Her gaze paused on my lips before lifting to my eyes. My heart started banging and clumping around, I thought I was about to bust my fucking aorta. I sank an eye tooth into my cheek and felt her breath on my mouth. She looked to it again and parted her lips. I moved forward by a centimeter feeling my arms shake above us.
"We should go inside," I whispered, not taking my eyes off her. She was still watching my mouth intently, following my lips and tongue as they moved when I spoke.
"We should," was all she said.
"Bella."
"Edward."
She rose on her tip toes and leaned forward slightly pushing her chest into mine. Her lips fluttered across my cheek. "It's good to see you," she said and ducked under my arm, out of our bubble, to run inside from the storm.
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I dropped my bags on the bed of my room. I was fucking thrilled I got the same cabin as last year. That seemed to be their thing here, if you booked again right away you could get your favorite. It was the last one on the road through the English Garden section and I liked it's seclusion. The first time I came here, back when I was just an aspiring writer, I had a hotel like room at the main house that I shared with another guy. It was great for stumbling home drunk from the Tavern each night but not so great for peace and anonymity. Plus that guy was a real tool. Glad I haven't seen him back here.
My cabin was one of the smallest on the property with everything but the bathroom in one space. But that meant when I was laying in bed I had a fireplace on my left and a fridge on my right, just close enough so I didn't have to reach far to open it up for a beer. The bathroom was so fucking small I had to go in and walk between the toilet and shower stall just to close the door.
The piece de resistance, however, was the moss covered deck out back that housed a claw foot tub enclosed by nothing but the forest. It was the be all end all of fucking bath tubs. I spent a few hours in there last year with a bottle of wine and candles. I could have put on some Kenny G if I had any. Okay maybe not. But it was one of my new favorite places on the whole damn planet.
My pocket buzzed and I pulled out my phone. Jasper. "What up punk?"
"Not much, brother. You there yet?"
"Yeah just arrived. Getting settled. What's going on with you? Is this a friend call or a business call?"
Jasper laughed. "Business, sorry. I just got my hands on the bound galley. Wanted to know if you want a copy Fed-Exed or do you just want me to bring it to you on Saturday?"
"Dude, Saturday's fine. Now that we've mostly put that mother fucker to bed I'm in no hurry to see it again. I need a fucking break."
"I hear you. I didn't think you wanted it but I thought I'd ask."
"When do you get in again?"
"First thing Saturday morning. The agent one on one doesn't start until three so I'll be cool."
"Are you staying or leaving right after? I haven't seen you in forever."
"I wanted to ask, what do you think about me driving back with you? Alice wants to fly down to L.A. and meet us there. Spend some time with you and Rose."
"That'd be sick, Jaz. I'm down. Definitely."
"Cool, it's a plan then. I'll see you Saturday."
I tossed the phone on the bed and looked at my watch. I needed to fucking hustle to get ready for the dinner party thing. Fucking theme nights. I didn't even really get theme tonight, Rose just told me to dress up. I shook out my suit and hung it on the bathroom door frame to steam while I took a shower. I wasn't lazy, I was a champ multi-tasker.
I stripped down to step in the shower and groaned under the hot spray. I let the water work my weary neck and when I looked to my dick, I thought of Bella. I couldn't see my dick without thinking of her. I was like Pavlov's fucking dog.
I can't believe there was ever a time I thought she was ordinary even if it was just for a second. She was blow your fucking mind extraordinary in her simplicity. Like today, clad in jeans and a sweater, she was hotter than any fucking get up Rose contorted herself into. She didn't fart around with her hair or glob tons of shiny shit on her face. She just was.
I lathered the soap and gave myself a few strokes. I didn't even have to picture the girl naked to get going. She was erotic and enticing fully clothed. My grip tightened and I rolled my thumb along the edge of my shaft. The slit widened and seeped as I imagined Bella's tits pressed against me, but now without the fucking sweater. I replaced my hand with hers and watched the lust in her eyes as I pumped so hard my balls slapped my thighs. My free hand flew out and smacked the tile wall as I doubled over spraying it with my cum. I shuddered and squeezed again, milking out the last of it.
I finished showering and got dressed taking a few swings from the bottle of Jack I'd picked up at a liquor store just outside of town. Always with the Jack Daniels. But I needed it to calm the fuck down if I was going to make it through tonight with Bella. In fact, I might as well set up an intravenous drip to make it through the week.
The large dining room at the main house was packed when I finally made my way there. I could tell the voice level was at drunk already veering dangerously close to plastered. Holy fuck. I was only a half-hour past the start. How much liquor could they all consume in thirty minutes?
I looked around the room but didn't see Bella so I headed for the bar for my free drinks. I swallowed one down and asked for another sticking my finger at my throat to loosen my tie. Fucking tie, stupidest invention ever. I sucked an ice cube in my mouth and glanced around again. There was a large group of suits circled around something in the far corner and I saw Garrett's ponytail flopping at the top of one. He had his arm around a girl I'd met before but couldn't recall her name now.
Through their shoulder I saw a pale wrist flail about as laughter broke out in the group. I knew that wrist. I'd sucked salt from that wrist. I moved towards the group and heard her voice above them all.
"...such a stupid dog. Can you believe it? A chipmunk! He didn't even kill it. He just brings it in and drops it on the floor and it starts running berserk and I'm screaming, the girls are crying, the stupid dog starts barking, and the chipmunk is freaking scaling the curtains and jumping from one surface to another. I couldn't even get on a chair or something because the damn thing climbs."
The mostly male group of admirers laughed again as Bella paused to drink from her glass. Her head tilted way back and her curls brushed her shoulders to fall onto her back. Her eyes closed as she drank and when she pulled the glass away, she slid her tongue out to lick every last drop from her lips. I'd never been jealous of barware in my life. I swallowed the ice in my mouth and felt it lodge in my throat.
"So I start yelling, 'Chip! Chip! Stop it Chip!' Like the chipmunk knows the name I've randomly given him. Like he's a pet. I finally get smart and think 'hey, we've been observing this guy for months on the back deck, he's pretty smart' and I open up the patio door. He makes a freaking beeline for it straight between my legs while I nearly shimmy up the door to get away from him. Now I no longer think chipmunks are cute, my kids are afraid of them, and poor little Chip has never been seen again. He probably collapsed of a heart attack as soon as he hit the tree line."
They exploded in laughter again and another drink was handed to her by one of her suitors and I glared at him. First of all, who the fuck was he? He could be roofie-ing that shit for all I knew. And second, she was already way gone. She didn't need another drink. She smiled at him with half closed eyes and lifted a hand to finger the pearls at her neck. There was chatter in the group, mostly about the story, but it sounded like they were underwater. Everything else around me floated away in the current. I had tunnel vision straight to her.
She was leaning back in her chair, legs crossed with the top one bouncing the heel of her shoe against her foot. She smiled at me while running her fingertip around the rim of her glass. That fucking glass again. Fuck you, glass. She dipped a fingertip in her drink and popped it in her mouth. Fuck you, drink. Fuck everything she touches that isn't me.
I didn't move toward her, instead I drank from my glass and glanced around the room. All I saw were spots.
"Edward," she called to me.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Come here."
"You come here."
She glanced to Garrett who had his mouth on his very pregnant companion, and Benito who's head was ducked with the poster boy for metrosexuals. Or homosexuals. Shit, I could never fucking tell the difference. She pushed off the table with a wobble and threw out her other hand to balance herself. How many fucking drinks did these motherfuckers pour in her?
She took a few steps to me and I made a few to her. Before we met in the middle I whispered, "Let's get the fuck out of here, Bluebell," and she blushed and nodded. "Tavern, five minutes," I said.
She moved for the ladies room and I slipped out a patio door unnoticed. I entered the empty bar and waved to James while heading to the familiar dark corner at the back.
"Well if it isn't my favorite customer. Good to see you, what'll it be?"
"A double Crown and Coke and just a Coke."
"You got an invisible friend I don't know about? Or is that tasty little snack going to be joining you again?"
My eyes narrowed as I said nothing. James cocky grin wavered. "Just get the fucking drinks and mind your own business, barkeep."
Bella opened the door and stumbled in, shoes in hand. She gave a lazy smile to James as she crossed over to me and plunked the shoes on the bar. She reached for her drink and grimaced as she swallowed.
"What is this?"
"A Coke."
"Just Coke?"
"Yes, Bella. I think you're good."
"No, sorry. This is the first night I've had without my sticky fingered entourage in months. I want another drink."
She leaned forward on the bar until her bare feet hung in the air and dumped the glass half out in the sink below her. James appeared and filled it with Crown despite my glare. She drank greedily and smacked her lips.
"How are your kids?"
"Why the hell are you asking about my kids?"
"You brought them up."
"Did not."
"Then who's sticky fingers were you talking about?"
She stuck her tongue out at me and ran her fingers through her hair. They got stuck half way down in the hair-sprayed curls. She tugged with little success and I reached out to untangle her ring from her hair.
"That freeze dried wackaloon from last year showed up at my cabin to play beauty parlor. Lucy or whatever. I was already too buzzed to argue so I let her." She touched the ruffles of her green dress. "What the hell is with these themes?"
I laughed. "I don't know but I'm planning to skip most of them. Are they trying to torture us?"
"No shit. I think we're the only ones that feel that way though, everyone is all excited about what they're wearing. Garrett can't wait for Studio 54 night."
"Who's that girl with him?"
"Kate Travel Adventure, you know her. They met here last year and got married a few weeks later in Peru. She's due next month."
"You're shitting me. No kidding? Good for him. I never thought that old bachelor would settle down."
Bella laughed and nodded. "Yeah well, he said she was all he could think about. I guess when you know, you know." She reached for her drink and chugged without looking at me.
"Is that how it works?"
"I wouldn't know," she said, glancing down. "So what is going on with you. Your next book is due out soon, right?"
"Yeah, this summer. We're doing a pretty big tour. Bigger than before. I can honestly say...I'm not looking forward to it one fucking bit. What about you? What's new?"
"I don't want to talk about me," she said with a shrug. "I'm fine, the kids are fine, blah blah blah."
"You haven't posted on your facebook page much. And by the way, you need to change your fucking settings. Any creep could watch you on there."
"Like you?"
"I'm not a creep. But yes."
"How could you see my page anyways? I thought you were leaving me messages on yours but I didn't realize you could see mine until Halloween."
"Eric Yorkie is my neighbor."
"Shut up," she said, smacking the bar. "What are the odds of that?"
"I know right? I couldn't make that shit up."
We grinned at each other unaware of James approach. "Can I get you a refill?" he asked.
"Let's do shots," Bella said and I groaned.
"Shit Bluebell, you are relentless. What do you want?"
"A Screaming Orgasm," she said, looking in my eyes with a smirk. "I'd actually like several Screaming Orgasms."
"Oh I'll give you a Screaming Orgasm, in fact I'll make it a double." James winked and reached for a cocktail shaker.
Good fucking God this girl was going to kill me. Where did she get off getting so drunk and fucking saucy? I could barely see straight with sober Bella or keep my dick in my pants with buzzed but responsible Bella. Drunk balls to the wall Bella was going to do me in.
She downed the shot and then another. Several more later she was squinting at the jukebox and swearing when she kept hitting the wrong keys. We were forced through Achy Breaky Heart and Boot in Your Ass before I rescinded her right to pick the songs.
"It's not my fault!" she cried as I grabbed her wrist away from the keys. Her skin glowed blue from the flashing jukebox light. "My fingers have minds of their owns. They keep picking this shit. I can't help it."
"Well tell your fingers to knock it the fuck off. You show me what you want and I'll put it in."
Bella smirked at the double entendre and moved to point to her choice of song. I still hadn't dropped her wrist so my arm moved with her. F-7. I kept my fingers around the narrow joint feeling her veins throbbing beneath my thumbs, and moved her hand to the buttons. She kept her pointer finger out and I pressed it into F and then 7. She smiled up from her eyelashes and wrapped her wrists around my neck as the song began to play. My grip loosened and my hand fell down her arm.
"What do you say to a little sex on the beach?" she whispered, moving her hips slightly to the music.
"I say, no more shots, Bella. You've got your toe on a line."
She snorted. "Maybe I wasn't talking about shots."
"Maybe we should get you out of here before we make any regrets."
"I thought you said I'd never be a regret," she said with a pout.
"I said you could never be a mistake. Not the same thing."
"So you could regret me."
"No. But I could regret you happening the wrong way." I lifted both hands to her wrists and pulled her from my neck. "Let's get you to your room."
She wiggled from my grasp. "James, Sex on the Beach for everyone!"
"We're the only ones here."
"Huh, you're right. That'll keep the bar tab low."
I followed her to the bar where she choked back the shot and swayed. James swiped the glasses and pointed to the clock before wiping the bar.
"We're only open until eleven during the week, guys."
"We were just leaving," I said.
"No we weren't! One more James? Make it a big one," she begged as he laughed and complied.
She turned to me and closed one eye, the little pirate. "Ahh, that's better. Now I can see you, Black Honey."
"What?" I said with a laugh.
"You always wear black and you're covered in honey." Her fingertips reached out to stroke my sideburns. "Black Honey."
"I don't always wear black."
"Yes you do. And I thought you didn't like black." She wagged her finger at me.
"I don't like black ink. You should talk by the way. You always wear blue."
"I do? No I don't. This is green," she said with a clumsy twirl.
"Even when you don't wear all blue, you sneak it in somewhere." My hand went to the dangly blue and green earrings near her neck. I grazed her throat and she shivered under my touch.
"Is that why you call me Bluebell?"
"Partly," I admitted. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your room."
"Only if you promise to pour me a drink once we get there."
"I am not sober enough to drive your ass to the ER for a stomach pump."
"Fine, I'm sure you can find other ways to entertain me."
Shit. If she was going to keep coming onto me like this I was going to have a hard time resisting. I had nowhere near the self control she exercised last year. I guess it was my turn this time and I needed the blood in my head and not in my pants.
I helped her with her shoes and put my hand on her back to lead her out of the bar and we didn't speak once we hit the dark. It was only a few minutes walk to the cabin and I was bummed when we reached the porch.
"Come in? For a little bit?"
How could I say no?
"Okay."
She giggled at nothing and ran into a chair. "I think I should sit."
"Good idea. Bella, what's going on with you?" I asked as we both sank to the couch.
"I don't know what you mean," she said frowning.
"Yeah you do."
"I don't want to talk about it, Edward. I just want to forget it all."
"What?"
"Just stop, please? There are far better things we could do with that mouth of yours."
She was crawling across the couch to where I sat stunned. She was going to kiss me. And I was going to be a gentleman and turn her down. Fuck me.
"Woah, wait Bella, No. We can't do this."
"Why the fuck not?" she cried. "Because I'm in a sham of a marriage? I think that's all the more reason why we should."
"Sham of a marriage? What is going on?"
She dropped back on her seat and her hands fell to her lap. "He's having an affair."
"What? Oh God. I'm so sorry." The fucking cunt ass son of a bitch. I'll hunt him down and feed him his balls through his nostrils.
I reached for her hand but it flew to her mouth before I made contact. She sprang from the couch and ran through the open door behind her. I heard her wretch repeatedly and grimaced. The sound of the sink went on and off a few times and I went to her room and waited near the bed.
She emerged in a tank top and cotton shorts, her face freshly scrubbed but a sallow shade of green. She gave a meek smile and climbed across the bed to fall on the pillows. Even freshly puked she turned me on.
"Oh my God. I haven't blown chunks like that in years. I'm so sorry," she mumbled in the pillows face down.
"No apology necessary, are you okay?" I winced at her blackened feet.
"I am now that I brushed and downed Listerine. I can't taste alcohol or puke anymore so I'm good. I just hope I don't burp." She rolled over part way to look at me through her hair as I chuckled.
"Hey, don't take this the wrong way but your feet are disgusting."
She raised her head and bent her knee to lift her foot and look at them. "Oh gross. I can't get up, I'll puke," she whined.
"Hold on," I said and went to the bathroom. I grabbed a bar of soap two towels wetting one with warm water. "I'll do it," I said, going back in the room.
Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly. "You'll wash my feet?" she said with a smile, her voice full of sleep.
I reached out to take her little foot in my hand and smoothed the dry towel out on her bed. I squeezed water from the other towel on her and soaped up her foot, washing away the muck she collected along the way. I took all the darkness, all the black dirt, onto my hands and made her clean.
"Thank you," she sighed as I rubbed her foot one last time.
I went to the bathroom to scrub up and when I came back she was passed out above the blankets. I tucked her beneath the covers and smoothed the wayward curls from her face. She turned her face into my hand and I held her cheek for a minute before bending over and breathing in her scent. The flowers took the edge off, but now I needed my fix of pure Bella.
She sighed a little and her breath deepened. I watched her closed lids as I leaned closer. I hovered above her mouth before pressing my lips to hers, softly and only for a second.
"Dream of me, Bluebell," I whispered in her ear.
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