“Just don’t make any sudden moves and maybe she’ll go away,”
Edward whispered, his warm breath breezing across my cheekbone.
“Would you back off already?
It’s not like I’m gonna hurt the girl.
Move it!” Lucy said, dragging Edward backwards by the sleeve of his
shirt.
Lucy huffs and rolls her eyes at her brother and then turns
to me, crossing her arms over her chest and looks me over from head to toe.
I’m good enough. I ‘m smart enough and doggonit, people like
me. Oh, please let the sister like me.
“Mmhmm…just what I thought,” she said with a nod. “Little brother, you are out of your league.”
Oh, praise Jesus. Wait…what?
“Shut up, and step off of my woman. You’re scaring her. Look at her face. You okay, Pretty?” Edward asks, pushing his
sister out of the way and stepping back into my line of sight, raising his
eyebrows.
Crap. I can’t even wrap my brain around this. I’ve just met my very new boyfriend’s sister
for the first time while basically dry-humping him in public. Awesome.
Time to get it together.
I take a determined breath and then reach up and grasp
Edward’s hands that are cupping my cheeks.
“I’m fine, Babe.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” I giggle. “Now
get out of the way and let me meet your sister properly.”
He looks at me a little strangely for just a second before
he decides he believes me and then steps to my side, curling his arm around my
shoulders. I offer her my hand.
“Hi, Lucy. It’s nice
to finally meet you. Edward’s told me a
lot about you. Congratulations on your
engagement, by the way. I bet you’re
really excited,” I ramble.
Hello word vomit. Maybe I’m just a spaz around everyone with
the last name Cullen.
She skips the handshake and leans in to hug me warmly
instead. “Thank you, Bella. It’s nice to finally meet you, too.”
Oh, well…wasn’t
expecting that, but I’ll definitely take it.
“How did you even know who…”
“Hey,” Edward buts in not allowing me to finish my
question. “I thought you were going home
this weekend. Didn’t Brady have
something special planned since you couldn’t do the Valentine’s Day thing?”
“I told him to save the money and add it to the honeymoon
fund. I really don’t need to make any unnecessary
trips right now. He said we’d just use
it to buy bikinis and lube.”
“Oh, God, no. Just…no.
Gross!”
The rest of the gang, who’d been standing quietly by and
watching the dynamic between Edward and Lucy unfold, all crack up at his sudden
discomfort. It’s a lot like watching
Emmett and I go at it.
“So anyway, I’m free for our usual,” she says, but then
slides her smiling eyes over towards me and reconsiders, “unless you already have big plans.”
Oh, I forgot about
their usual Saturday night thing. I
definitely don’t want to get on her bad side by intruding.
“We didn’t have anything definite and I wouldn’t want to
intrude,” I say, trying to slip out from under Edward’s arm.
Apparently he doesn’t approve. Either that or he’s scared of his sister
because he suddenly has a death grip around my shoulder and is curling me into
him, nuzzling in my hair line.
Okay, so maybe I do
want to intrude just a little bit.
“How ‘bout we all just go to my apartment and order some
Chinese and hang out?” Edward offers.
“You buyin’?” Emmett asks.
“Emmett!” Rosalie and I scold simultaneously.
“What? He invited
us.”
“I swear to God we are not related. I’m sorry about him,” I say, turning to Lucy.
Please don’t hold my
gene pool against me.
“Nah. I’ve been
around him enough that he doesn’t bother me.
This one here,” she says, thumbing over towards Edward, “usually kills
his buzz pretty quickly anyway.”
“I’m right here,” Edward says in his defense.
“Well I’m starving, so if we’re gonna do this, can we go?”
Jasper asks, piping up for the first time.
Alice nods in agreement from where she’s perched on his
back, swinging her legs back and forth by his sides.
“Yeah, you guys just tell me what you want and I’ll go pick
it all up. Alice, you wanna come with?”
“Sure,” she says, leaning around to kiss Jasper’s cheek
before hopping down and helping Lucy collect everyone’s orders.
…….
The guys are deeply engrossed in a highly competitive game
of Mario Kart and Rose and I are taking a quiz from Cosmo when Alice and Lucy stagger
in with bags and bags of food.
We follow them into the kitchen, helping them get everything
set out for a virtual Chinese buffet when we’re attacked from behind by a hoard
of ravenous boys.
Even my shy boy drops all pretenses when it comes to
food. He can shovel it in just like the
rest of them.
Lucy and I are the last ones left in the kitchen fixing our
plates when she speaks out of the blue.
“You really like my brother?”
“What? Oh…um…yeah. I do.
He’s just...” I set my plate
down, turning towards her. I really want
her to know how I feel so I wait until her blue eyes meet mine. “Lucy, I’ve never met anyone like him. I’ve dated athletes before, so I know what
kind of focus that takes, but everything else about Edward is so different. He’s so smart and so sweet. He’s sensitive and…God, I’m rambling
again. What is it with you Cullen’s? I
get around you and I start talking and I can’t just freaking stop!”
She laughs and puts her plate down as well, reaching down to
hold one of my hands between hers.
“Just relax, Bella.
I’m not here to judge you.
Edward’s a big boy and is plenty capable of making his own decisions. “
I take a much needed deep breath and exhale, looking down
and nodding.
“Look. I just asked
because I love him. Next to Brady, he’s
my best friend, not just my brother. I
want him to be happy, but I want him to be careful. He hasn’t been the same around girls since
his last serious girlfriend when he was a senior in high school. It’s not my story to tell, and I don’t know
how much you already know, but Maggie hurt him pretty badly. So just…be good to him. Please?
He’s a great guy. Just…don’t ever
tell him I said that,” she says, laughing at the end.
Almost the only thing I
heard from that conversation was that some bitch had hurt my pretty precious
and yet again, I find myself needing to cut someone.
She leaves the kitchen without waiting for my reply and I
take a few minutes to absorb everything she just said.
Just as I’m ready to join the group, Edward sneaks up behind
me and snakes his arms around my waist, resting his hands on my belly.
“Why are you still in here, Pretty?”
“Oh, nothing. Just
trying to pick through the scraps you vultures left behind.” Hopefully he buys that.
“Hey, did Lucy say something to upset you? She’s my sister so I’m actually allowed to
beat her down if you need me to,” he murmured, his lips fluttering up and down
the column of my neck as he spoke.
I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his waist,
tucking my hands into his back pockets.
“No, Babe. Lucy’s
great. Really.”
“Promise?” he whispers, nuzzling my nose and cheekbone.
I sigh. “Promise.”
We collect our plates and join the others around the coffee
table, telling stories and laughing until sometime after ten when everyone
started excusing themselves for the night.
…..
When we’re finished cleaning up, we spend a few minutes
snuggling and kissing on the couch before I get up, knowing it’s late and time
to head back to my dorm.
“Where you goin’?” he asks, grabbing me by the wrist and
pulling me back down across his lap.
Oh, so much man-ness
to feel.
“My room. You’ve had
a long day and it’s late. I don’t want
to keep you up.”
He looks at me with a tentative expression; first at my eyes
and then to my mouth and back again before licking his bottom lip.
“Stay.”
“Stay? Here?”
He nods and bites his lip and I’m mesmerized by how it
slowly slips through his teeth as he waits for my answer. He’s so hopeful looking, how could I possibly
say no? As if.
“I don’t have a tooth brush.”
He smirks. “You can
just use mine again.”
He snakes his hand up the back of my shirt, his warm
fingertips making me shiver.
“What about pj’s? I
can’t sleep in my jeans,” I tease, my most private of parts beginning to pulse.
He kisses my neck, making a line from behind my ear, down
and then back up until he whispers directly into it, “You can borrow one of my
shirts…or not.”
Oh…my…hell, yes!
“Then let’s get ready for bed.”
In a flash he picks me up and rounds the corner to his room
and tosses me down onto the bed, sending me into a fit of giggles. That is until I see the look in his eyes as
he follows me down, crawling up my body, rubbing every part of him against
every part of me and then hovers teasingly.
Oh, ball park Edward,
I think I’m going to love you most of all.
I wrap my leg around the back of his knee, causing his lower
body to crash into mine and-oh, so much
yes-I finally felt everything strong and manly about him. His eyes are shut and his lip is between his
teeth again as my hands slide under his worn t-shirt to feel his bunching
muscles that are trying to keep the majority of his weight off of me. And then he surrenders…surrenders to me, to
his own desires and to everything good that is us.
He plunges his tongue into my mouth, teasing me…tasting me,
until he drives me mad with lust and want.
He has one hand in my hair and the other is inching under my shirt as he
kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.
I can’t handle the hesitancy any more so I reach down and
place my hand on his, twining our fingers together, and then raise his hand up
my ribcage until it reaches my breast.
“Fuck,” he pants.
Oh, we’ll get
there.
He squeezes me gingerly at first, I’m sure waiting for my
reaction. When I smile back up at him,
his boldness grows-as does other things
it would seem-and he dips a finger into the cup of my bra, causing me to
whimper before he lightly pinches me.
“This shirt needs to come off,” he growls, sitting up but
removing his first.
Well Peter and all the
holy saints…
“Wait…just…wait.”
“Why? What’s
wrong? Too fast?”
My precious.
“No. Not too
fast. Too much,” I say, taking in every sculpted line for the first
time.
He’s long and lean with just the right amount of definition
to his muscles. Like he works hard and takes
care of himself but not in a way that would make me feel self-conscious being
naked with him. There’s light hair
across his chest and a trail from his belly button down into his pants that makes me very happy.
“Do you wanna stop?”
What? Why would I want that?
I look up at him and he has worry written all over his face.
“Why would I want to stop?”
“You said it was too much.”
“Oh! No…I meant,” I
say, waving my hand towards his torso, “you.
Look at you. You’re too much.”
He shakes his head, starts pushing up my shirt and then rumbles,
“Well, then…let’s see if we match.”
In a flash my shirt is up and over my head and
thrown…somewhere…followed closely by my bra.
Hell, yes,
Marvin…let’s get it on!
I ghost my fingertips down his chest, his abs, and to the
button of his jeans.
I look up at him.
He raises an eyebrow, giving me the go-ahead.
I pop it open and lower his zipper giving my boy…oh, not a boy…my man some room.
He growls at the back of his throat and crushes himself of
top of me, kissing me, torturing me with his tongue and lips. He nibbles my bottom lip, then scorches me
with wet kisses from my chin all the way down to the middle of my chest and
then down my abdomen until he reaches the button of my jeans.
He copies what I did to him; a look for approval and once
it’s given, he removes them completely leaving me in just my panties.
“God, you’re gorgeous, Bella.”
I can feel the blush creeping up my chest, my neck, to the
apples of my cheeks. What this man does to me.
He removes his own jeans, leaving him in his boxer briefs
and I die a slow, euphoric death. That man is fine and he’s mine.
He crawls back into the bed, fingers and lips blazing a
trail of fire up my legs, over my hips and belly and then finally settling over
my breasts; his warm, rough hand teasing the nipple of one while his soft, wet
lips wrap around the nipple of the other.
I’ve died and gone to
Heaven.
Everything tingles and pulses and I can’t help but to seek
out some sort of friction so I lift my hips and push into him a few times,
causing him to hiss in response.
“Shit, Bella. Hang on
a second. It’s been…a while for me.”
Sooooo good to know.
When he calms himself a little, he rolls to the side and
begins to trace the lines of my body.
Collarbones, cleavage, one breast, the other, down my belly until he
reaches the top of my panties. He dips a
finger just inside, teasing, testing, going back and forth. And then he slides his hand lower, cupping me
and adding pressure just where I need it.
And then it’s all fingers and slickness and feel-good.
My reaction is purely instinctual. I reach out and palm him, squeezing lightly
at first, and then harder because I just can’t help myself. I want him.
I want every single part of him…anywhere…everywhere.
He drops his head to my breast and groans before taking it
into his mouth, licking, swirling, nipping.
At the same time his fingers are spreading, sliding and…oh, god…curling.
I need to feel him, skin to skin, even more than I already
am, and I dip my hand into his boxer briefs, touching all of him for the first
time…and I’m lost. Lost to him and this
and us; our panting breaths, our wonton moans.
“Edward, I’m close,” I whisper, turning my face into his
chest and just needing a little bit more.
“Me, too, Pretty.”
He rubs a little faster with his thumb, pumps a little
harder with his fingers, captures my lips with his and finally my toes curl and
my back arches and I’m done. So done.
Moments later he follows, wet and warm.
When we’re cleaned up and changed, I snuggle into him, sated
and happy.
I’m almost asleep when I faintly hear Edward whisper,
“Bella?”
“Mmhmm?”
“I…Goodnight, Pretty.”
“Hmm…goodnight, Babe,” I mumble into his chest and then
drift off into the most wonderful dream.
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