Quiet Storm by SexyLexiCullen

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After much thought, I have replaced this first chapter as of (4/12/12). Now, all copies of this chapter are the same on ALL sites; however, chapter 16 is still edited, as it does not meet this site's terms of service. This chapter does, and I have no idea why I had it chopped up for so long.

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"Quiet Storm"

By SexyLexiCullen

Chapter One: Bebella

My lips were pursed as I continued to hit my ring against the lamp next to me. This night has proven to be a bust. My cousin Alice asked me to come over and meet a few of her boyfriend's buddies.

Well, I refused to come over by myself, so I enlisted my sister-in-law Rose.

She's no fun—she's the shittiest of the shit—when it comes to being a wing-woman, anyway.

I knew that she wouldn't drink. She can't since she's pregnant, but guys were going to be here, and I have zero experience in the guy department. I thought she'd be a great buffer.

She sucks.

So, here I sit, sipping my highly alcoholic beverage, next to a boy.

Yes, he's a boy at nineteen years old. He's cute, but nineteen. His friend—who keeps staring at Rose like she's a glass of water in the desert—is cuter and possibly older.

Why do I always get the fugly one?

Haha.

Fugly—get it? Fucking ugly.

No, he's cute.

But, he's nineteen.

"That motherfucker didn't know what hit 'em. I'm tellin' you, cuz," Mr. Fugly laughed, talking to his buddy or possibly his cousin? I think his real name is Jacob. Alice told me that he goes by the name Dizzy.

"You heard?" Dizzy asked his cousin.

His cousin, who Alice told me is named Paul, but was introduced as…ah fuck. I don't even remember. Well, he nodded, letting Dizzy know that he'd heard him.

These are friends of Jasper. My cousin's boyfriend sells crack and has these little boys do his bidding. They stand on street corners, deliver shit, and cater to every one of Jasper's requests.

Now, being a professional twenty-three-year-old waitress, I was not impressed, and neither was Rose. She's an out-of-work stripper. Mind you, she's pregnant now, and the bump is a huge reminder of how sex can go wrong. She's retired, and I doubt my brother Emmett, who's a plumber, will let her go back to work anyway.

He doesn't think mothers belong dancing on poles.

They met at a bachelor party that was held for one of his coworkers. They hit it off right away. Why wouldn't they? She shook her tits in his face, and the rest is history.

Anyway, Paul was not deterred by the bump. He admired it earlier and whispered to Dizzy that fucking pregnant chicks is cool.

Simply because: "They can't get pregnant twice."

Holla!

No.

I've had a bit of a dry spell lately—a very long hiatus from sex. My vagina hasn't seen or felt cock in a very long time.

Ten months…to be exact.

So, when my cousin asked me to come over because she had some friends she wanted me to meet, I agreed.

As per Alice, I'm not here for love. I'm here to get laid.

Alice went all out for this momentous occasion, too. She traded some food stamps with Rose for cash so she could buy a few bottles. Excuse me, she let Rose use her EBT card, in exchange for cash. We had Absolut, Captain Morgan, and Jack Daniel's.

I had a little bit of everything in this cup. I needed the liquid courage. Because, even though these two do not tickle my fancy—whatsoever—I'm hoping to break out of my shell a little bit.

It's possible that if I drink some more, the panties will come off, but I highly doubt it.

Not for these two.

Alice is all over Jasper right now because she has the night off. Baby Daddy Number One came by earlier to take little Ricky to the movies, and then he will be staying the night with his grandma. Baby Daddy Number Two is locked up, but Annie is only a year old, and while she sleeps, we're all occupying Alice's living room.

At the moment, she is giving Jasper a lap dance while Tweedledee and Tweedledum watch.

"You're doing it all wrong!" Rose shouted to Alice. "Sway them hips, bitch…you have to feel the music."

I snorted. Alice has always been rhythmically challenged.

"Fuck off, whore!" Alice shouted back.

"Who you calling a whore?" Rose laughed.

Dizzy poked my side. I turned and gave him a small smile. He is cute. He has an olive tone to his skin. He has a skin fade, a baby face, and muscles that stand out. His arms were very nice to look at too.

Okay, maybe the alcohol has finally made its way into my system.

"What's up?" I asked.

He jerked his chin to my cup. "How you feelin', ma?"

I furrowed my brow. Did he just call me "ma"? Like I'm his mother?

Christ . . . I'm not that old.

"I'm good," I said, eyeing Rose.

She grinned at me and then turned to the kid next to her. "So, what is it that you do?"

"Do?" he asked.

I waved my hand to get his attention, the cuter one's attention. "What's your name?" I asked.

He winked at me. "They call me N-U-T."

"Nut?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No, N-U-T."

"He's a DJ," Dizzy explained.

I nodded and sat back. "And you?" I asked. I know he's employed by Jasper, but Jasper's affiliates usually have jobs on the books somewhere. I see them all over town, and I think the only one in the group without a real job is Jasper.

He smiled and leaned toward me. "I work at Dollar General. That ninety-nine cents store on Main Street?"

I raised my eyebrows, intrigued.

"But I plan to go back to school," he finished.

"For what?" I sipped my drink some more and hoped to get hammered quickly. I needed to be plastered—I longed for it—especially if I fuck this guy.

"Criminal Justice," he said.

I shuddered at the thought of shouting Dizzy or N-U-T during sex.

Nope. This isn't going to work.

Nevertheless, I nodded to seem interested while I downed the rest of my drink.

"Damn, girl…" Dizzy laughed. "You thirsty?"

I opened my mouth to respond.

"In more ways than one!" Alice shouted.

I gave her the finger and decided that I needed a cigarette. I desperately needed a smoke . . . more than dick.

I think.

"Jazz," I called.

He looked to me and then to Alice, who was dry humping his lap.

Gross.

"Can I have a cigarette?" I asked.

He dug into his pocket with one hand and held on to Alice's ass with the other.

"You can't smoke in here." Alice reminded me, and yet everything else is cool. They just smoked a blunt in here twenty-minutes ago.

"I'll go outside…" I stood up and felt something touch my ass. I turned around to stare at Dizzy.

"So sexy," he licked his lips, "when you come back…" he patted his knee, "you come sit here."

I smiled at him. "Touch me again without my permission, and I'll—"

"Easy!" He chuckled. "It was a compliment—"

"Diz, watch those fucking hands. You heard?" Jasper said.

"So-sorry," Dizzy stuttered.

I smiled as I walked to Jasper. He handed me his box of Newports. I took one out and gave the pack back.

I turned back to Rose, "You coming?"

She nodded and eased her way off of the couch. I placed the cig into my mouth, put my coat on, and brought my cup back into the kitchen. I poured myself another drink, even though I was feeling pretty good and didn't need it. This drink was stronger, and it hit the spot.

Content, I smiled and followed Rose out the front door.

She started to laugh out loud as soon as the door was closed.

"I know, right?" No words really needed to be exchanged. We were both thinking the same thing. So, I continued to giggle along with her as I tried to light my smoke. Rose placed her hand over it to block the wind. "Thanks." I took a drag and tightened my coat around myself while I sucked my teeth. It was freezing—even with disastrous amounts of booze running through my veins—for this October night.

"Can you believe those two?" I asked.

Rose huddled close to me. "No…I can't…what the fuck was your cousin thinking?"

I shook my head. "I have no idea, but goddamn. You're preggo…how'd you land the cute one?" I nudged her with my shoulder.

She smiled. "Neither one will deny you. Just pick one and go up to Ricky's room. Alice won't mind."

I snorted. "That shit is NOT happening. I promise you that. The chances of me getting laid tonight are slim and not fucking happening." I grumbled. "Not with those guys. Why can't I find a nice guy with a decent job?" I asked. "These two are just hoping to get laid, and that I will take care of them."

"They're like nineteen. What do you expect?"

"Something," I mumbled.

"Look…" Rose placed her hands on my shoulders, "if you want to date a doctor, eat lunch at a hospital. If you want to have horrible sex with a crack dealer, hang out with Jasper and Alice," Rose laughed. "I hit the jackpot when I found your brother."

I nodded, agreeing, only to turn away from her. I heard loud music, and stared as a beautiful black Expedition pulled up to the curb. When it idled, I was able to hear the song and smiled. I loved this song. Mobb Deep's "Quiet Storm".

I turned back to Rose as I now bopped my head along with the beat.

"Who is that?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I have no idea." We both became quiet, and I continued to move to the beat. I also took sporadic pulls from my smoke, while Rose just stood there. It was peaceful to say the least.

"Bells," Rose whispered and nudged my arm. I looked to her face. She wasn't looking at me, but behind me.

I turned around and the music stopped.

Then, I had to blink as I swore a choir of angels had started to sing. A man—an actual man—emerged from the Expedition. But, he wasn't just any man. Oh no. He was a gorgeous man. He wore a shearling leather coat, loose-fitting jeans, and a pair of construction boots.

I saved his face for last. It was just too much. He wasn't alone. Another guy—who was also hot—jumped out of the passenger side. He wore a…who-fucking-cares? His boy—the first one—was definitely the hotter one. This dude looked boring and had brownish hair.

"Close your mouth," Rose whispered.

I did as she asked and swallowed, as I watched this creature walk toward us. As he got closer, I saw that he had an odd hair color. It wasn't quite red or brown. It was maybe a dark bronze? He had high, chiseled cheekbones, a pair of what I can only describe as pussy-eating lips, and green eyes.

He looked to me, and I panicked.

"Fuck…" I hissed and turned away from him.

"Jazz hea?" he asked. He had a deep voice—a sexy voice—a voice the tone of sex, if there ever was such a thing.

I clamped my thighs closed tightly.

"What?" Rose asked.

"Jaspuh…is he in?" he asked her but kept his eyes on me.

Holy shit.

I nodded and pointed to the door.

"Thanks." He winked.

I nervously turned to Rose, and she widened her eyes at me as Mr. FuckHot-PussyLips and company entered the house. I waited a minute—until he was possibly away from the door—before I grabbed onto Rose's arms. I started to rock her back and forth while I had a moment.

"Who—the—Fuck—is—that?" I shook her.

She grimaced and pushed me away from her. "I don't know."

I squealed while I jumped up and down. "I would totally fuck him."

Rose laughed at me. "I bet you would."

I shook my head no because she obviously didn't understand. "No…I would totally fuck him. Fuck—Rose—Fuck! Who is he?" I shouted.

"I don't know. Put out the cigarette and we'll go—"

"No!" I shrieked. "I can't go in there. What do I say?" I started to pace. "What if—oh God—he's—Rose—" I started to pant. "I've never seen a man that gorgeous before." I swallowed.

Rose reached over and grabbed my drink. "I think you've had enough."

I yanked it back from her and spilled some, which was total alcohol abuse. "I need it…" I gulped down the rest of my drink. When it was all gone, I smiled while I licked my lips and tried to catch my breath.

"You good now?"

I nodded and threw the cup over my shoulder. "Almost…" I reached over my coat to cup my breasts and lift them. "How do I look?"

Rose giggled. "Drunk and desperate."

"But…do I look sexy?" I stood straight, while sticking my ass and chest out.

She groaned. "Yes. You're wearing my clothes…of course you look sexy."

It's true. I was so desperate; I had asked to borrow an outfit from Rose. I looked like a goddamn stripper tonight. She let me borrow a mini skirt, thigh-high boots, and a tight-fitting top. I didn't think I could pull it off, but after a few drags from a joint—that I forgot I had—I felt comfortable and confident.

She turned from me and placed her hand on the doorknob.

I quickly pulled her away from the door. "Wait," I whispered.

She turned back to me. "What now?"

"I—I think I have to fart…" I took another step away from her.

"Bella!" she shouted.

"What? I had a hot dog earlier, and I—I feel gassy." I rubbed my stomach and hoped it came.

Rose tightened her coat around herself and waited for me, like a wing-woman should. After a few moments, my ass was still silent. It was a false alarm. "I think I'm good now, but what do I say?" I asked.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Do yourself a favor and don't say anything,"

I looked down to the ground and felt a bit wobbly. Then I looked up and grabbed onto Rose.

"Come on," she drawled and placed her hand on the doorknob again. Before she turned it, the door shot open. Mr. FuckHot—I'll only use his full name on special occasions—opened the door and stopped short. He had Dizzy by the shoulder.

"Please excuse us…" He smiled.

Rose and I gave him a wide berth, while he pushed Dizzy out of the house. Dizzy fell to his knees and stared up at Mr. FuckHot.

Rose and I exchanged a look.

"Go inside!" He gave me a menacing glare, and I swore I had an orgasm.

Rose pushed me. "Just get inside…"

I tripped over the doorjamb but made my way inside. We walked into the living room. Jasper was now rolling another blunt, and N-U-T and the other guy spoke. I looked around for Alice.

"Where's Ali?" I asked.

"Kitchen." Jasper pointed.

"'Sup?" The new dude gave me a chin jerk.

I waved.

"C, this is Bella and Rose…Ali's cousins." Jasper introduced us while he licked down the cigar paper.

C stood up and extended his hand. "My name is actually Carlisle, but people just call me C."

I smiled widely and shook his hand. He's very handsome too, and if I daresay, close to my own age. "I'm just Bella," I giggled. "And that's just Rose."

He grinned at Rose. "It's nice to meet you both." He looked back to me. "I think you're more than just Bella."

I giggled again, and Rose pinched my ass.

"Oww—quit." I chided and smacked her hand away.

She sighed and grabbed my hand, before she yanked me away from C.

I waved to him as I was pulled into the kitchen.

We almost bumped into Alice, who had her arms filled with three Colt 45's. "Watch it." She hissed and backed into the kitchen, while we advanced toward her.

"Who are those guys?" I whispered.

She laughed at me. "God, you're trashed…"

I widened my arms. "I'm socially awkward and needed to drink."

Rose stood next to Alice and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Who's the other one…the one outside?" Rose asked.

I nodded while I leaned into Alice. I was anxious to hear about this guy.

"That's Jazz's cousin…"

"His what?" My eyes must be huge right now.

"His cousin…Carlisle is Edward's half-brother. They all grew up together in Brooklyn," Alice said.

I squealed again. "He's from the city?"

Rose pinched my ass again. I turned to her and smacked her arm. "Do you want to fuck me or something?" I asked.

"You should be so lucky. But no, I just want you to calm down a little…please?" She looked back to Alice.

I bit my lip and looked down, suddenly nervous.

I was going to make an ass out of myself.

Fuck.

"What was up with, uh…Edward, is it?" Rose asked; Alice nodded. "What's he doing to that kid outside?"

I shuddered. "I hope he's kicking his ass. I'll lick his bloodied knuckles—and—and I'll—" I was panting again.

"Bella!" Rose said.

"You suck!" I stuck my tongue out at her.

Alice wrapped her arms around me. "I love you."

I kissed her cheek. "I love you, too."

Alice giggled and looked back to Rose. "Diz got a little mouthy—owes him money. I have no idea."

"And Jazz is just going to let someone rough up his boy?" Rose asked.

"Dizzy and N-U-T aren't his boys," Alice laughed. "They're his . . . uh, minions? Or whatever you want to call them—"

I poked Alice's arm. "You wanted me to fuck a minion? I can't believe you."

Alice grinned at me. "My dear cousin…those two that just showed up? Those are the guys that I wanted you to meet. The other two just happened to be here," she sighed.

I stared at her blankly.

"What's the deal with these guys?" Rose asked.

Alice looked around us and leaned in close. "It's not my business, and don't repeat this… but…Jasper is a salesman. Do you know what I am saying?" she said slowly, like we were stupid.

Rose laughed, and I raised an eyebrow.

"We knew that already," I said.

Alice gasped. "How?"

Rose laughed loudly. "The whole family knows—guessed. Why do you think he's not allowed over at Renee and Charlie's house?"

"I thought my aunt and uncle just didn't like him," Alice whispered.

I shook my head no. Rose was right. My father is a cop. He's never arrested Jasper—because he only distributes—but my father has an idea about who he is and what he does.

"How do those two fit into this?" Rose asked.

"Edward supplies Jasper, and Carlisle…he's straight-laced." She turned to me. "That's the one I want you to talk to. He's rich, like one of those Jacoby and Meyers motherfuckers."

I cut Alice off with a squeal. "I want to fuck the hot one outside," I said.

"He's a bit bruised, but I'm sure he's still hot…"

I closed my eyes tightly and refused to turn around.

"Hi, Ed…" Alice daintily waved behind me. "This is my cousin. The one I was telling you and your brother about." Alice grabbed me and turned me to him.

"I—I—Oh crap." I looked down. I couldn't look at the beauty. It hurt too much. It was like looking at a solar eclipse, only this guy was hotter.

"She slow?" he asked.

I looked up to him with what I am sure was a mortified expression.

"No!" Alice shrieked.

He laughed and held out his hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Edward, but people just call me E."

My eyes were wide as I slowly put out my hand. When his hand met mine, I swore I had another orgasm—a shiver ran down my spine at the contact. His hand was soft and his knuckles were red, not bloodied, and yet they looked just as lickable. I stared down to his hand and trailed my finger over his knuckles. That was when I did a little shake, shivering again.

He cleared his throat. "And you are?" he asked.

I gulped. "Be-Bella." I smiled, using the sexy smile. The one I only use when a gorgeous man is around.

"Nice to meet you, Bebella." He smiled—a wide smile that reached his eyes—back at me.

"It's just Bella," Rose said.

I turned to her. "I like Bebella," I said through clenched teeth.

She pinched my ass again. I winced, but otherwise gave no indication that it had happened.

"Uh—my mistake." He slowly pried his hand away from mine. "I'm going to—uh, yeah." He pointed his head to the living room and turned away.

Once he was out of sight, I palmed my face. I hated myself.

"That was horrible," Rose said.

"I know," I nearly cried.

"Bells…" Alice sighed. "You were fine," she told me but stared at Rose. "You're making her nervous."

"Me?" Rose pointed to herself. "Hell…she's making me nervous."

"I know," I whined. "I should just go home." I turned to Rose. "Can you give me a ride?"

"You can't leave," Alice said. "You made an ass out of yourself in front of Edward…so, what? What about Carlisle? He's the one that really wanted to meet you. He came all this way just to meet you."

"He did?" Rose asked.

Alice gave Rose a look, like she was only saying that for my benefit. Either way, it worked. "He's okay," I said. "Handsome."

"Exactly. We're looking to get you laid, not married. And take off that coat." Alice unzipped my coat. "You look hot tonight. Wait until they see you. I bet—" I finally farted. "You make them nervous," Alice giggled.

"What the fuck is that smell?" Rose asked.

I gave her small smile.

"Jesus," Alice hissed and waved her hand in front of her nose.

I jerked my thumb to Rose. "Pregosaurus did it…"

"I did not," Rose argued.

"Anyway…" I took off the coat. "Do I still look good?" I asked.

Alice nodded, still frowning. "Let's get out of this kitchen."

I threw my coat on the chair, took a beer from Alice, and walked into the living room. I heard both Alice and Rose whispering as they followed behind me.

I ignored them and saw that there was an open spot on the couch next to Carlisle. I took the seat, crossed my legs, leaned into him, and placed the beer on his thigh. "Beer?" I asked.

He smiled and took it from me. "Thank you."

I sighed and sat back.

Okay, so maybe being around Mr. FuckHot-PussyLips made me nervous, but Carlisle was cute too. He didn't make me nervous.

And he's also fuckable, which is a plus in my book.

Carlisle reached over to toy with the edge of my boot with his finger. "These are nice," he said.

I smiled. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," he said.

In my periphery, I saw that Edward had leaned his head back to gulp his beer. His Adam's apple continued to bob up and down as he stared at me from over the bottle.

I tried to ignore that, but I had to do something. He's not the only sexy one here. I threw a grin in Carlisle's direction as I uncrossed my legs—just to cross them again—just for Edward. Fuck. I hope I didn't flash him the beav. I pulled the mini skirt down and rubbed along my thighs. I had nothing to say, and yet I was trying to draw attention to myself.

Glancing back to Edward, I saw that he was still staring at me. Nice.

"Bella…" Carlisle said.

I looked to him. "What's up?" I tried to act casual.

"If you don't mind my asking…uh…how old are you?" He pushed some hair behind my ear, and then trailed his thumb across my cheek. It landed on my lower lip. He smoothed out my lip as he gently pulled it toward him. He was so gentle, and it was as if he wasn't really pulling me to him.

I batted my eyelashes as a giggle escaped my lips. "Twenty-three." I bit my lower lip so he'd let go.

He took his hand back. "Good," he laughed.

"Good?" I asked.

He waved a hand. "I got caught out there a few months back. Shorty said she was eighteen, then I found out she was sixteen." He shrugged.

I made an 'O' shape with my mouth and slightly leaned away from him.

"I'm twenty-seven." He placed his hand on his chest.

"Good to know." I smiled.

"Did you want a drink? I think they have bottles in the kitchen," Carlisle said.

I shook my head no. "I think I've had enough." I went to stand.

I didn't need another drink. I actually started to feel woozy and definitely needed a glass of water.

Too bad I stumbled a bit, and guess where I landed? Bingo! I landed right in Carlisle's lap. "Sorry…" I whispered.

He chuckled and held me close. "You okay?" he asked; I started to squirm. He helped me up and stood up too. "Let me give you a hand…"

I smiled and walked with him. He placed his arm over my shoulders, and I'd be lying if I said he wasn't helping me stand correctly.

"C, I wanna get a game together, spades. You in?" Jasper asked.

Carlisle nodded. "In a minute…" He pointed to me.

"Uh…" I felt like I had to pee instead. "Go ahead. I'm going to…" I just pointed and walked straight into the bathroom. My steps never faltered, and I was grateful for that. I peed quickly, washed my hands, and stared at myself in the mirror.

By this point, all I wanted to do was go home, masturbate to Edward, and pass out. That's all I wanted. Maybe I can pull Rose to the side and beg her to take me home.

I didn't want to "just" hook-up with anyone. If I was going to do that—cheapen myself—it should be with someone I really want, like Edward.

I left the bathroom, only to stop by the side of the kitchen. I heard my name, "Bebella", and I was curious, so I eavesdropped.

"Leave this one alone," the sweetest voice in the world said.

"Hell no. Are you fucking blind? And Jazz says she's down to fuck," Carlisle laughed.

I palmed my face and wanted to kill Jasper. Even if that's what I was here for, you don't tell guys that.

"She seems sweet—innocent—I don't know. Just leave her alone. Be the nice guy I know is in there somewhere," Mr. FuckHot—I mean Edward—said. He didn't pronounce his R's at all, and it was incredibly sexy.

And with that voice…

"Don't be a cockblock. I'll be gentle, I promise." I heard Carlisle say.

"I'm serious, C. I mean…what if she lied about her age?" Edward laughed. "She looks pretty young."

The kitchen became quiet for a minute.

"No…Jazz says she's legal. Stop fucking with me."

"What if I said…that I saw her first?" Edward asked.

My heart started beating rapidly. What did he mean? Is he into me? Crap. I didn't expect that response at all, but what the fuck was up with Carlisle? He'll be gentle? I was suddenly so confused.

With me, confused and drunk don't mix.

"Is that what this is about?" Carlisle didn't get a response. "Well, fuck you," he laughed. "She showed interest in me. She's drunk, and…like I said…Jazz said, she's down to fuck." Carlisle's voice became louder, and I went to walk away. I walked in the wrong direction and bumped right into him.

"Sorry," I said.

He kept his hands on my shoulders and smiled down to me. "Hey, no worries."

"Right…" I shrugged him off. "Please excuse me." I walked around him and refused to look at Edward.

"Not so fast." Carlisle held my arm. "It's so loud in there. Let's go upstairs." He pointed to the stairs behind me.

I shook my head no. "I'm actually thinking about taking off. It was nice to meet you both." I said to the floor. Then I walked straight into the living room and plopped down next to Rose.

All of them were now playing a card game. "I want to leave," I whispered to Rose.

"No way," she said over her shoulder. "I'm winning. I thought I had three and a possible, and look, five books already," she laughed.

I looked down and wondered if I had enough cash to take a cab. I doubt I did. I spent the last of last night's earnings on a new thong and push-up bra. My spending money for the week was gone. I'll be eating bologna and hot dogs for the week. Fuck. At least it's the middle of the month. Leah, my roommate, had to cover the rent for me last month. Hell, she's a nurse; she can afford it.

"I'll call Emmett," I said.

"Whatever," Rose laughed.

The couch dipped and I was jostled. "Who's Emmett?"

I gulped. If I didn't know from the voice, in my peripheral I saw that it was Edward. "My brother," I said.

"Do you need a ride or something?" he asked.

My stomach became a knotted mess. I wanted to say yes, but for what? A ride home with the most gorgeous creature I had ever laid eyes on? With my luck, I'll fart in his Expedition. It wouldn't be too bad. I can crack the window and thongs do tend to muffle the sound, but...

"I do, but you don't have to…" I said.

He grinned. "It's fine. I don't mind."

I looked down to the floor, nervous. "Okay," I agreed.

He stood up and held out his hand for mine. I reluctantly took it and hoped he'd run away with me.

Not away, like to a far off land, just to the nearest bed.

"Where are you going?" Carlisle asked.

"I'm giving Bebella a ride home," Edward said.

"It's Bella!" Rose shouted.

They both turned to look at her, then briefly to me, and finally back to each other.

Carlisle hit Edward's arm. "I can take her."

"It's my car," Edward argued.

"So?" Carlisle asked.

"So, you ain't driving my fuckin' car," Edward laughed.

"That's bullshit. I'm a great driver," Carlisle argued with his eyes landing on me. "Don't you want to hang out a little more," he touched my cheek, "with me?"

I looked to the floor and decided to listen to Rose; I kept my mouth shut.

Edward chuckled. "I guess you have your answer."

"Let me get my coat. I'll come too…"

Edward shook his head no. "No fucking way."

"What the fuck is your problem?" Carlisle asked.

Something changed in Edward's eyes as he stared Carlisle down. Then Edward leaned closer to whisper something in Carlisle's ear. His voice was so low and I couldn't hear. Carlisle looked to me, gave me a small smile, and backed away from Edward.

Rose poked my ass this time. I turned to her and she gave me two thumbs up. I looked to Alice. She was twirling her finger into Jazz's hair and mouthed "have fun" before she winked at me; meanwhile, she was wearing a frown.

I didn't know what that was about, so I turned back to Hot and Hotter.

"You ready?" Edward asked.

I nodded. "I'll see you guys later." I waved to everyone.

That was when Carlisle stepped toward me to hand me a card. "Call me sometime," he said.

I looked down to the card, and then it was snatched from my hand. Edward grabbed the card and tossed it back at Carlisle.

I looked to Edward. "What—" I started.

"You don't need that shit." He grinned.

I jumped when I felt him place his hand at the small of my back. He didn't seem to notice and guided me to the door. I stopped in the kitchen to grab my coat and purse.

We walked out to his opened the passenger door, and I was suddenly intimidated. I'm so short, too short, and will likely have to climb in. He held my hand and helped me into the car. I had to hop, and my boot became caught in the step. I landed face down in the passenger seat, making an "Oomph" noise.

"Shit…" Edward hissed and placed his hand on my waist. "You okay?"

As a reflex, I placed my hand to my ass and smacked his hand away. I felt a breeze go up the mini skirt and felt my face get hot. Then, I wanted to cry again, but I wasn't going to. He's a gentleman. He'll ignore the fact that I just mooned him, and that I might be a little slow.

I turned to smile at him when I had finally righted myself in the seat.

He grinned. "Nice thong." He slammed the door shut, and I palmed my face again.

"Some gentleman," I grumbled under my breath.

He came around to the driver's side and hopped in gracefully. He turned to smile at me and started the car. "Where do you live?"

"Pull up to the stop sign and make a right," I said.

He nodded and pulled away from the curb. He put on some music—the Mobb Deep CD—and kept the volume low. "Now at the second light, make a left," I said.

Every light turned red as we approached it. He was too quiet, and it was making me nervous, more than I already was. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, or bordering on a panic attack.

I didn't know what to say and I didn't dare open my mouth, except to give him directions. I'd probably blurt out that I want to fuck him, and that would just be embarrassing.

"Why so quiet?" he asked.

I shrugged and looked out the window.

"I'm sorry about your boy Dizzy. Mothafucka just didn't know how to shut his mouth," he laughed.

I looked to him. "I don't care about that kid." I hissed the word kid.

"You referred to some hot guy outside. I just assumed—"

"I was talking about you—" I gasped. "Okay, now make this next right and stop at the blue house," I said quickly and slumped low into the seat.

"Me?" He grinned.

"You can just pull into me—I—I mean the driveway." I pointed, and hated myself more.

He laughed, a sweet genuine laugh. "Do I make you nervous?" he asked.

"Just a bit," I admitted.

Then, I must have passed out because I swore I was dreaming. He placed his hand on my thigh. I let out an audible squeal. Something that sounded like "Squee", and I didn't give a fuck.

"That was an interesting sound." He gave me a quick look and trailed his hand higher. Then—like the ho I am—I opened my legs a bit. "You're cute," he said.

This time I suppressed the squeal. "So are you," I whispered.

"What was that, sweetheart?" He rubbed the inside of my thigh with his thumb. I shivered and leaned back, instinctively widening my legs a little more. "Hmm?" he asked and let out a chuckle.

"Ung…" Was all I managed to say.

"Okay," he sighed, as he pulled into the driveway.

I frowned and took a look around. I was home and he was going to drive away. No dick for me. No Mr. FuckHot-PussyLips for me. No nothing for me. I'll get what I wanted earlier. I'll masturbate to that thumb, those lips, him, and Colt 45.

And how he looked as he sucked it down.

I wished he'd suck me down.

"You live with your parents?" he asked.

I quickly shook my head no. "I have a roommate," I whispered.

He turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

I nodded. "She works nights."

Take the bait. Take the bait. Please ask to come inside.

That's what they do in movies, right? It's called a nightcap. I'll have him sit on my couch. I'll still masturbate, and he can watch.

And I'll watch him.

Oh my God. That is such a beautiful picture: Edward standing over me and yanking on his cock. Even if he came in my eye, I'd still smile.

And he would be a gentleman, hand me a tissue, and apologize for the sting.

There is no time like the present. If I let this guy get away, I will never forgive myself, and will I succumb to my short bus status. I couldn't let him get away.

After all, what guy says no to pussy? Especially mine, the "special" kind, the no-strings-attached kind.

The lonely kind of pussy.

I am not above begging for the cock either. "Did you want to—" I started.

"Yes," he said.

I was confused. "Yes, what?"

"Oh," he said, withdrawing his hand.

I grabbed it and put it back. He looked down to his hand, smiled, and looked to me, smiling wider. "I thought you were asking me inside," he said.

I nodded. "I was—am!" I shouted.

He cringed back. "Okay." He chuckled and leaned toward me.

My breath caught and I closed my eyes. I thought he might kiss me, but after a few seconds of nothing, I opened my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I slumped my shoulders. "I'm fine."

He wasn't leaning toward me. He was coming back from cringing away.

How did I ever get laid before?

I grabbed my purse, opened the door, and jumped out of the car.

"Wait up—" he said. I closed the door behind me. He left the car, waiting for me to lead the way. We walked up the porch steps, and I felt his presence close behind me the whole time. Before I opened the door, I turned to him quickly. His eyes were cast down, with a sinister crooked smirk on his lips.

My thong—having a mind of its own—started to scoot lower from my hips. Even the panties were getting excited. But, I had to clear the air a bit. "I don't usually do this," I said.

He chuckled, and his eyes lit up as he stared down at me.

I put out my hand. "You're—you're not like some serial killer are you?" I stammered out.

He shook his head no and stepped closer to me. "Nope, not a serial killer. You're perfectly safe with me."

I giggled, getting excited again.

"You're not some nut job, right?" He stepped even closer. "Was this your plan? Act all cute and shy, only to take me home, go a little goo-gootz, and kill me?"

"Fuck you." I corrected him.

"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow as he stepped back.

"I—I'm sorry. That came out wrong." I winced. "I'm not a serial killer. I'm just crazy," I whispered. "But, I—I won't hurt you." I decided to just stop talking.

"Right…" He nodded.

I smiled and turned back to the door to place my key in the lock. I turned back to him. "It's a little messy in here." I wanted to warn him. Leah and I are total slobs. I don't wash underwear; I buy new ones.

"Whateva," he said.

"Whateva." I mimicked him. He chuckled and stepped toward me, while I turned back to the door. I opened it wide for the big reveal. It was dark as I walked inside, and I stumbled on a few things. Edward waited in the doorway until I turned on the lamp next to the couch. Even so, he only took one step inside. "You can come in," I said.

He walked further inside and took a curious glance around, before he closed the door behind himself. "Damn, you weren't lyin'—" He whistled and turned to face me. I bit my lip, looking at all the shit that filled my living room. "I—I'm sorry Be-Bella, that was rude of me."

I shrugged. One, he can call me "whateva" he wants. Two, I plan to get naked and distract him from the mess. And three—there isn't a three, yet. After I get naked, hopefully he does too, and I can stop thinking. "Oh yeah," I whispered, doing a little shimmy in my best Quagmire voice.

"What was that?" he asked while taking off his coat.

"What was what?" I asked, matching his movements. I tossed my coat on the recliner. "Here, let me take that for you." I held out my hand. He handed me his coat and I paused. The closet is filled with shit that will come flying out if I open it. I sighed and threw his coat down on the recliner too.

"Did you want something to drink?" I asked, always the polite hostess.

"Hey, Mr. FuckHot-PussyLips, would you like some pussy? At Casa de Bebella, we aim to please." I chuckled to myself.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

I shook my head. "A drink?" I asked.

"I'm good," he said, still standing and looking uncomfortable. I looked down to the loveseat and all the crap on it. I walked over, tossing all the books, one of Leah's bras, a few pillows, and her cat, Mr. Sprinkles, off. I hate this stupid cat. Leah named him Mr. Sprinkles because he's white with brown, black, and orange blotches all over him. To me, he looked like some perfect little fur ball that someone threw shit at.

That little fucker didn't like being pushed and scratched me. "You fucking asshole." I scolded him. Mr. Sprinkles hissed at me. "I fucking hate you." I seethed and stomped my foot. That little pussy ran from me, doing the Scooby Doo running in place before taking off. I turned to smile sweetly at Edward. "Sorry about that," I said as I took a seat. He pursed his lips and didn't reply. "Come sit." I patted the spot next to me.

He walked over and sat down next to me.

For the first time all night, I think we were on the same page. Now what? He didn't seem as nervous as I was, but his demeanor had changed. He wasn't as relaxed as he was earlier.

"So, you're Alice's cousin?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Do you have any kids?"

I shook my head no. "Do you?"

"Nope, not yet. Do you have a job? You're a stripper, right?" He grinned.

I shook my head no again. "I'm a waitress over at the Ground Round, and I'm taking classes at the community college. I have no idea what I want to do." I rambled. "Right now, I'm a professional student."

He laughed. "I used to wait tables in college."

"Really? College?" I felt like I won the lottery. "What is it you do now?"

"I studied law . . . Now," he sighed, "I do a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Nothing special."

"Oh," I said.

"I'm a lawyer on paper."

I stared at him. Mr. FuckHot-PussyLips Esq. "Wow…that's quite an accomplishment."

"It's nothing." He slumped back. "This is comfortable." He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

I paused, closing my eyes tightly and trying to muster the balls to straddle his lap. I mean, if he became offended and pushed me off, I'll probably never see him again. What's there to lose? I have no fucking dignity, tonight proved that. I slowly turned to him, getting on my knees. He didn't move. Awesome. I tossed my leg over his lap, resting my knees on either side of him. He kept his eyes closed, but his hands came to rest on my hips.

I closed my eyes and placed a soft kiss on his lips, just to give him a little hint. When I pulled away, his eyes had opened.

"Hi," I whispered.

He reached up, resting his hand on my cheek. "Hi…" He drew my face down to his. His nose touched mine, and his tongue came out to do a quick swoop across my lower lip. I opened my mouth and attached it to his. He moaned, and we tangled our tongues together. His hands went lower, grasping onto my hips to pull me down. I felt his hardness and whimpered. It felt huge and rock solid.

I eased up, just to come back, and rub against it. He pulled my hair back, placing kisses down my neck.

"Wow," I sighed lamely, while I rubbed my pussy against his steel cock.

He gave my ass a light spank and leaned his head away from me. "Back up a minute." He looked as though he was in pain.

I frowned, doing as he asked. He reached into his pants and my eyes went wide. He was about to show me his cock.

"Let me see it baby." I moaned, like the wanton slut I am.

He smiled and pulled out a gun. "See?"

I screamed, falling from his lap, and landing in the garbage that fills my living room.

"Shit. Are you okay?" He looked down to me.

I nodded, trying to catch my breath. "Wha—what—Uh," I stammered.

"I thought you wanted to see it…"

"Your uh—cock!" I covered my mouth.

"I'm a what?" He chuckled.

"No," I whined. "I thought—I wanted to see—forget it."

He patted the spot next to him. "Come here."

I pulled down the mini skirt and stood up. He took his gun and placed it on the end table.

"That's a 9mm, right?" I asked.

He looked to it, nodded his head yes, and I felt stupid. Here I am thinking it was his cock, and it was a gun. Well, he's not the only one who can bring out the big guns. Fuck. I'll strip…to show him my weapons of mass destruction.

I chuckled to myself again. I crack myself up.

Still, he sat there, looking at me confused, like I was this sexy, easy, slightly brain-damaged girl.

Yup, he's right on the mark.

I reached for the hemline of my blouse and tore that bitch off.

He cleared his throat, sitting back again, and rubbing his palms against his thighs. "Be-Bella, what are you—"

I didn't reply.

I unzipped the mini skirt and let it fall to the floor. I took one foot out of it and kicked it toward him. It hit him in the face, and he quickly smacked it away.

I had to look down at myself. I was wearing a black bra, a black thong, Rose's thigh high boots, and a smile. I looked like Mrs. FuckHot-DickLicker.

Holla!

Totally.

He stared at me. He literally stared at me, speechless.

Or he truly thought I was crazy.

Either way, I hope he fucks me.

I slowly stalked towards him. I swayed my hips and reached up to mess my hair, like a Victoria's Secret runway model.

I blew that sexy fucker a kiss too, puckering my lips, squinting to see him, and giving him my best sultry bedroom-eyes look. When I approached him, he leaned back even farther, welcoming me onto his lap. He licked his lips, kneading his hands into my ass as his eyes zeroed in on my tits.

"Like what you see?" I said breathlessly.

He nodded. "Fuck yeah." He slightly bucked his hips higher, holding me on him. He let out a sigh, relaxing back again, still staring.

"You're hot," he whispered.

I suppressed a squeal again, crashing my lips against his. I wove my fingers into his soft hair, holding his head close to mine, and devouring him. He held my hips, moving them along with his hips, rubbing me against him. I felt his hardness again, and this time I knew it was him.

And it felt just as good as his piece, maybe even better.

He trailed his lips lower again, kissing down my neck, and then down to my chest. He reached back and, in a second, my bra was hanging off of me. I took my arms out.

He stared again, just stared.

"Nice…" He grunted.

"Uh-huh," I said, grasping his head, and pulling it to my chest. He palmed my breasts, smashing them together, so that he could flick his tongue against both nipples.

I let out a loud moan. His eyes stayed locked to mine, and the vision of him licking my nipples . . . it was just . . . so fucking erotic. He eased his nose between my breasts, muffling his face into them. His hands left my breasts, going back to my hips. He squeezed my ass, and then I heard a ripping sound. He tore the thong away from me.

And I was now naked.

Except for the boots. I—at least—maintained a certain level of decorum.

He picked me up by my ass and placed me down next to him. "Lie back." I did as he asked.

"Spread your legs." I did as he asked.

"Touch yourself." I squeaked a response.

My eyes never left his as I slowly brought my hand down to my pussy. I moaned, twirling my finger around my clit.

"That's it, baby," he groaned.

I started moving my finger faster, harder— "Let me taste," he whispered.

My chest was heaving as I held out my finger. He sucked my finger into his mouth, groaning and closing his eyes. I withdrew my finger. He licked his lips and started to unbuckle his belt.

Gig-gity—gig-gity—gig-gity—let's have sex!

I decided to lean back and let the penal system teach me a lesson. Get it? Penal system? He pulled out his cock, letting his pants hang low on his knees. He stroked it a few times.

"Touch yourself," he whispered again.

I swallowed loudly, watching him stroke his cock as I reached down, twirling my finger around my pussy again.

And I had no idea what he was up to. This is probably the kinkiest shit that I had ever done, but I wanted some good old-fashioned fucking. I just wanted ten minutes, that's it. A little bit of him on top is all I want. I wanted him inside of me.

With my free hand, I grabbed for his dick. He shook his head and stood up. I leaned up on my elbows, looking up at him, as he stepped closer to my head.

I licked my lips as I reached for his cock and he let me take it.

He let out a shudder and a groan. "Damn." He hissed.

I smiled up to him and quickly took him into my mouth. I sucked him back, as far as I could take him without gagging, pulled him out, and let my teeth graze the tip of his beautiful, thick cock. Christ, was it thick.

And he tasted incredible—like soap, and probably just Edward.

I felt him place his hands into my hair to push my head down onto his cock. I groaned, turned on. I kept doing what I was doing, while he bent low and arched his back. I felt him trail his fingers along my thigh, and they landed on my pussy. He started to massage my clit.

I moaned onto his cock again.

"Shit—Bel—"

I nodded, agreeing with him. His fingers started to move faster. My mouth matched his hands, going just as fast.

And soon, he pushed me away from him. My chest was heaving, as I looked up to him. "What's the matter?" I asked.

He kicked off his boots, and the pants followed. Then he reached down and took off his shirt.

"Wow…" He was cut. His cock wasn't the only beefy part to him. He had muscles, an eight-pack, and very large arms. His thighs were thick too, athletic.

And his large cock was still standing tall.

I needed it.

Now.

I turned to face him and sat up straight. Resting my back against the sofa, I bent my knees and placed my feet next to my ass on either side of me, making sure he got a clear view of the cooter.

He stared, biting his lip, and stroking his cock again. "That's just—that's just beautiful," he said.

I massaged my breast with one hand and started to play with myself again with the other. Only this time, I fingered myself. I used one finger, getting it wet, and bringing it back to my clit.

I moaned too, turning myself on. This shit was so hot.

He got down to his knees, kneeling in front of me.

"You like that, Daddy?" I placed my finger into my mouth, sucking it deep, and letting out another moan.

"Christ," he said with his chest heaving.

I placed my finger back inside of me. I fingered myself again, and I was so wet, there were sound effects. I went faster, making the sounds louder.

"See what you do—you make me so wet—so—oh horny," I groaned out, and I couldn't believe I had just said that.

He blinked, stroking his cock faster, before he dove head first into my pussy. He pushed my legs farther apart—the farthest they could go—muffling his face, licking up and down, and softly sucking on my clit.

"Mr. FuckHot," I moaned. "That's it, baby. Ohh—"

"Be-Bella," he said, sounding muffled from my pussy. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, feeling my orgasm build. This was just too much for my perverted brain to take.

My fingers wove into his hair again, holding him close to my pussy and just hoping I don't suffocate him. He started to lick faster, inserted a finger, and I lost it.

My whole body shook, as I felt my walls milk his finger. He leaned back, looking up to me, while I tried to catch my breath. He gave me that crooked smirk again and bent his head low once more, to circle my hole with his tongue. He sucked my climax right out of me.

"Fuck," I said, staring down at him.

He grabbed my foot. "That was beautiful," he said in an awed tone. He placed my foot against his chest. He held it there and turned from me. He reached for his pants and dug out a condom.

"Oh yeah," I—Quagmire—said, getting excited again. My dry spell was officially over. But, I was still intimidated by his huge cock—fuck—he'll probably slip right in now. I left my foot on his chest as he quickly put on the condom.

I thought of a better idea and sat up straight again.

"What's up?" He chuckled, standing up too. "Oh God…you don't want to—"

He must be out of his goddamn mind. "I want to." I trailed my finger along his chest. "Hell yes…do I…want to." I bit my finger.

He grinned down at me again. I stood up, placing my hands against his chest. I turned us and pushed him back onto the loveseat.

"Take off your boots," he said, sitting back and letting his hands lie loosely at his sides. I grabbed the stereo remote to put on some music.

"I'm good," I said. I think I liked these boots more than he did. I felt sexy, confident, and started to sway my hips a little.

I wanted to give him a lap dance—like Alice did earlier with Jasper—only I have rhythm. I knew which CD was in the player. My Funk Master Flex mix CD. It's new and just fuck awesome—for dancing purposes that is.

The sounds of Ludacris and the Chipmunks filled the air. I roamed my hands down my body, grinding my hips, getting low to the song. I bent my legs, keeping them spread wide, and getting as low as I dared. I kept my hands glued to my knees, too.

My eyes stared into his as he watched me. He kept licking his lips, squirming in his seat.

I winked, and he gave me that yummy crooked grin, calling me over with just his forefinger. I shook my head no, continuing to dance. He liked it.

And I wanted to drive him crazy.

I came back up and turned around, making the booty clap for him.

"Go low, le-le-lower than you know…"

I started to get low again, keeping my back to him. I ground my hips in time with the beat, making my ass nearly touch the floor. Mr. Sprinkles decided that he wanted some attention, rubbing himself against my ass.

His fur tickled. A giggle escaped my lips, only to turn into a loud shriek. Mr. Sprinkles scratched his paw down my ass cheek.

I went to push him away and lost my balance. I fell back on my ass and kicked that fur ball away from me. It was an honest accident. "Stupid fucking cat. I fucking hate you!" I screamed, losing my temper.

"Bebella!" Edward shouted.

I gulped, whipping my head to him. I was afraid that he might be a member of PETA and our night had come to an end.

"Get the fuck over here."

I stood up quickly. I palmed my ass, trailing my finger down the raised skin from the scratch.

Edward leaned toward me to grab my hands and pull me to him. He turned me, lightly touching the scratch. My breath caught, feeling him place a small kiss on it.

"All better?" He crooned.

He didn't give me a chance to respond. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me down on his lap; my back was flush against his chest. He tossed my hair away from my shoulder, placing a kiss on it. He kissed along my back. I grasped onto my own hair, holding it away from him, and enjoying the feeling of his lips.

I scooted back on his lap, keeping my feet firmly against the floor. He reached around, to massage my clit again.

I melted back against him, moaning, and feeling fucking amazing.

"Sit up a second," he asked.

I leaned away from him. I went to turn around, and he steadied me. "Stay like that."

I nodded. He must like reverse cowgirl.

"Now sit down." I slowly made my way back down and felt his cock graze my entrance. I grabbed his dick and aligned myself with it. The tip went in, but I wanted more. I took him in by slowly sitting down on his lap. We let out a collective moan as he filled me.

And fill me he did. He was so big.

"Hmmm, you're so tight." Edward growled.

I squeaked, bending my knees, to bounce up and down.

"Holy shit…" He panted.

I grinned because he liked that. So I went faster, and bounced up and down on his cock like it was a fucking pogo stick.

You see…I never had one as a child.

I started to scream out for him again, with my chest heaving rapidly up and down. He stilled me, hugging me closer to him. I felt his hot breath in the crook of my neck and felt his finger come back to my clit.

"Oh, fuck yes—" I hissed.

I kept rocking myself against him, and his free hand started to roam up. He cupped my neck and held it tightly to roll his hips up to meet me.

"I want to look at you…" He growled in my ear.

I shook my head no, bouncing faster on top of him. I felt close again, and like the greedy bitch that I am, I wanted to keep going.

"Don't you dare come." He stilled us. "I—I want to see your face while—"

I shook my head no, grinding against his cock. I let out a moan, wanting to cry tears of joy.

He yanked me back by my hair. "I said not yet." He bit down on my neck.

I cried out in ecstasy, and I finally realized why they call him just 'E'. He's like that euphoric party drug.

And just like a suicide Sunday, I wanted more.

There's a party going on in my vagina, and everybody is coming...So not the time.

"Bella!" he said sternly.

I stopped moving.

"Don't come."

I nodded, letting out another whimper.

"Now . . . get up and lie on your back." He gave my hips a squeeze.

My legs shook wildly, and I stood up off of him. He stood up too, gently placing his hand on my neck, drawing my lips to his. He kissed me softly, slowly, and pushed me back onto the couch. He never broke the kiss, and I slumped back to take him with me. He hovered over me on this small couch and eased his way between my legs. He thrust back inside me, still kissing me furiously.

My nails scratched down his back, down to his ass, and grabbed both cheeks. He started to pump faster, harder, with sure strokes, wedging his shoulder under my knee to get in deeper. He broke the kiss in order to nip at my thigh, and I tried as hard as I could to meet his thrusts.

The sounds coming out of his mouth were very sexy. While I'm sure I sounded like someone being tortured. I screamed, moaned, and nearly fucking cried. He was doing everything right, and my God, it felt great!

Dry spell, officially over. Mr. FuckHot-PussyLips was inside of me. Me. Bebella.

My eyes rolled back again, letting out a gasp, and my body stiffened.

"Be—Be—Bella—" he stammered, beads of sweat building on his forehead.

"Yes," I screamed, letting my orgasm take over. "Oh—" My words became caught in my throat, and I cried out again.

He grinned and started to thrust faster, like a fucking jackhammer.

"Beat the pussy up—beat the pussy up—" The music sounded from the stereo.

Ironic.

Suddenly, he went deep—very fucking deep—and I gasped again. It felt amazing, but borderline painful. Then he stilled to let out a cry of his own.

I tried to catch my breath, as did he. He slumped down on top of me, resting on his elbows.

"Fuck," he said panting.

I nodded.

We were quiet for a minute. I had no idea what to say, and he was still catching his breath. He smacked my thigh and I moved it, so that he could wedge himself next to me.

To my surprise, he gathered me into his arms, resting his head into the crook of my neck. I sighed contently, mewling like a little kitten and nestling into him. Like a real kitten, not like the soul-sucking evil monster that Leah calls her baby.

"Bella?" he whispered.

"Hmm?" I sighed again.

"What's your last name?"

I giggled. "Why?" I asked. "It's not important."

"It is to me…" He placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

I furrowed my brows. "It's Swan."

"Swan." He leaned back to look at me. "Nice to meet you. I'm Edward Cullen." He pecked my lips.

I smiled at him, pecking his lips again. "It's nice to meet you too. I'm Bella Swan." And I felt like an ass for the hundredth time tonight.

"You're so cute." He hugged me close

I shook my head and leaned into him again.

"Can I see you again?"

"Maybe…" I teased.

He laughed, and we both became quiet again. I enjoyed being wrapped in his arms, until his phone rang. It was getting late, and Carlisle needed to be picked up. He gave me his phone number. I gave him mine. He promised to call and quickly put his clothes back on. I grabbed a discarded T-shirt from the floor and put that on.

What? It didn't smell.

He gave me another heart-stopping kiss before he left.

I squealed, running into my bedroom, only to let out a loud scream into my pillow. I fell asleep that night with a wide smile on my face. When I woke up, I instinctively reached down. My crotch ached with the memories of last night. No, it literally hurt. It had just been that long since I'd had a good fuck.

And that was when I knew it wasn't a dream.

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