Chapter 108
EPOV
Bella's arms tightened around my waist
as she gave a little squeal while her thighs pressed firmer against
mine.
"Oh my god Edward!" she screamed into my shoulder.
"Almost there!" I yelled.
"Oh Shit! It's too fast!"
From the grip Bella had on me along with the terror in her voice, I backed off a bit. Once she realized my intentions her voice took on a different tone as her hand started pounding against my leg, "Don't slow down! Go, Go, Go!"
Laughing at the mixed messages I once again picked up the pace just as Bella yelled over my shoulder "Hurry up, he's going to pass us!"
The mixture of adrenaline and excitement coming from my girl made me all the more determined, "The fuck they are!”
Bella must have heard me over the roar of the engine as she squealed in delight and her arms tightened across my middle. Molding herself against my back made it all the more easy to lean into the turns while I maneuvered the bike around the paved trails.
The enthusiasm and excitement coming from my girl was a far cry from earlier in the day. Somewhere between returning from my morning run with Quil, eating the breakfast Claire had prepared according to his wishes and them leaving, Bella's mood shifted.
The first notice something was amiss was at the table while she ate, or rather, we ate. Bella just kind of pushed her food around on the plate with her fork and took small bites while complimenting her friend on something I was sure she didn’t even taste. Debating on whether to force the issue or not, I chose to ignore the behavior. It seemed to me that there was a distinct possibly that Bella was just simply not hungry. Perhaps she had taken too many samples while it was being prepared or possibly she – like me – had over eaten the previous day. Plus, there was also the small matter of the hangover she was contending with. With all that in mind I kept my mouth shut, watched, and gave her the benefit of the doubt.
As the conversation around the table focused on the events of the previous evening, Bella was still her normal self. In fact it was Claire's question to her that seemed to cause the shift in the continuum.
"Hey, did Rachel actually say she fakes while Paul's going down town?"
"Uh huh," Bella acknowledged with rose colored cheeks while actually eating one of the few bites of food.
"Why the hell would she do that?
Damn good question Quil
As I mentally patted the man on the back for asking, Bella shrugged, "I guess Paul doesn't know what he's doing."
"So she fakes it?" I was both outraged and skeptical.
Unavoidable anger surged through me at the blatant lie the woman was perpetrating, and I wondered how the hell Paul didn't know. No matter how good of an actress Rachel might be, there are some things she couldn't pretend. The clear signs of a woman's arousal, the way her thighs start to constrict how her clitoris blooms into a tight bud as her juices flow from within. Even if the woman was a quiet whimperer when she climaxed, a female orgasm from oral stimulation is a distinct physical reaction with absolutely no way to mistake it.
Then again, if the only woman a man has ever been with, never fully reached a climax and has been leading him to believe she's satisfied, how the hell was he suppose to know?
“Someone should give that boy some pointers,” Claire’s obvious glance at Quil clearly suggested who that someone should be.
“Forget it!” the horrified tone making me chuckle. “There is no fucking way I'm going to talk to Paul about how to eat out his wife.”
“But Quilly,” Bella snickered at her friend's choice of word and pleading tone, while I raised a questioning brow at the man across from me.
“End of discussion Claire,” his tone saying the subject was closed. “And don't call me Quilly.”
To my dismay both women turned their attention to me; and I, without even waiting for the question, shut them down with a definite, “No.”
Quil was right, there wasn't a chance in hell I was going there with Paul. What the fuck did the women expect to happen? Was I just supposed to walk up to Paul, put my arm around his shoulder and say, 'Listen man, when you're going down on Rachel use your tongue to trace the letters of the alphabet around her clit, and by the time you get to 'Z' she'll be ready to burst.'
That was my personal method, especially with a new partner or while performing 'pussy worship.' The shape of each letter being made allowed my mouth to hit every area. It also gave me the opportunity to use my tongue to the fullest, sometimes hitting the area with a flat swipe and others with just the point, and then I just paid attention to her response and repeated what she most enjoyed. That was how I had found Bella's little 'happy spot' the other night - the one I was hoping to be able to torture her with at some point before the day was over.
“Well that's just mean,” Claire's pouty tone drawing me away from thinking about all the nasty things I wanted to do with Bella
“Isn't there some kind of man-code?”
“Yeah, the one that says mind your own business. So mind yours.”
Claire took the man’s glare to heart but still made her dissatisfaction known with a loud huff and Bella gave me a knowing grin while Quil shook his head in irritation.
I know buddy, I hate that fucking sound
It was only a matter of time before Claire would press his buttons, sighing might seem like an innocent response but in actually it was an aggravating act of defiance. One I was very glad to be erasing from my girl and it appeared to be the same one Quil would also be eventually working on.
Claire must have gotten the hint to change the subject because she quickly turned to Bella. “If you give me clean sheets, I'll make the bed before we leave. That way you won’t have to worry about it before everyone gets here.”
The comment seemed innocent enough to me, but something in it caused a clear line of tension to appear in Bella's brow. From that moment on her demeanor took a nose dive. It wasn't until Quil and Claire were getting ready to leave that I understood what the problem was.
Quil had given me a small brown bag with two jars of Lahb in it. “Happy Birthday man, sorry we can't stay for the party.”
“Don't worry about it, and thanks for this,” lifting the bag, “but you didn't have to give me anything.”
“Well to be honest, I would have given you the Lahb anyway. It's traditional to share your family brew and after opening up your home to us, it would be considered rude not to.”
"Did you make it?"
"Hell no! That's from grand-dad's private stock, the shits been fermenting for two years so watch out, it’s probably strong as hell."
Not exactly sure what the custom was I wondered, "So, do I bring it out before the meal or after?"
"No, no, no...you don't serve it. Lahb is more of a gesture of hospitality. Just pop the seal and leave the jars sitting in the middle of the table. It's pretty much understood that it’s there for anyone who wants a sample. As long as it’s open, they'll just pick it up; in fact, my father would consider it an insult of any man who didn't."
That's good to know.
"And believe me, Jake, Billy and Charlie are never ones to be rude. Just make sure they know whose supply it's from, because I know namêšéme will ask what they thought of it."
While I laughed at the comment about his grandfather, alongside me, Bella stiffened.
After the third round of hugs, and my assurance to Quil that I'd call him with a decision, Seth stood next to us on the porch as we watched them drive away.
While Bella waved she asked, "Are you going to do it?"
"Do what?"
"Work with Quil."
Her reply shouldn't have shocked me because of course Claire would have mentioned the possibility to Bella.
Yet it still did.
"Isn't anything sacred?"
"Nope," the smirk Bella gave me was so damn cute and mischievous I couldn't help wrapping my arms around her to pull her against my chest.
"Is that so?" I asked while being drawn closer to her lips, so close her responding words brushed against my mouth, "Yup, that's so."
Our mouths connected in a sweet, soft, warm kiss that suddenly reminded my dick of the morning sex it missed out on. Bella must have been thinking the same thing as the moan she made resonated down my throat with an intensity that made me ache to be inside her. The need to be with her was nearly unbearable and I was going to suggest moving to someplace more private when the sound of an engine coming up the driveway completely obliterated the idea.
Emmett turned off the motor on the bike and removed his helmet to reveal a blue bandana wrapped around his head. “Should you two be out here mauling each other like that?"
Rose giggled as she stepped off the back of the bike and flipped open the saddle bag while my brother continued, "and on a Sunday morning no less," his expression turned to mock horror, "ohhhh...for shame. What are the neighbors going to think?"
“Sorry, I didn't know we were being watched.”
Even as the sarcastic reply left my mouth, my eyes darted around, scoping out any place suitable for someone to be hiding. The only other visible person was a woman on the other side of the street. She was dressed in running clothes and briskly pushing one of those triangular strollers up the sidewalk. I was fairly sure she lived in the house at the end of the block, yet I couldn't seem to get over the feeling of unease that suddenly appeared.
"It's almost eleven o'clock and the girl is still in her pajamas," Emmett said drawing my attention to the two of them approaching the house. "My god dude, I know you’re a horny fuck but would it kill you to at least let the woman put some real clothes on? Then again," turning towards Bella with a waggling eyebrow, "I always thought red was your color, but you look damn good in pink too."
Bella's face flushed to match her pajamas making me chuckle as she murmured, "shut up Emmett...I didn't have a chance to dress yet."
"I can fix that," Rose said as she handed both of us a small gift bag. "That one’s for ‘Happy Birthday’," pointing to mine before speaking to Bella, "and that one is ‘congratulations’ on winning the deep shot contest Friday night."
"What is it?" Bella sounded more fearful than excited.
"Open it, then go put it on or we'll be late."
"Ummm...late for what?"
That was a damn good question, one that even as Bella looked up at me I didn't have the answer to.
"Didn't Pappy call you about going out to his place?"
My hand automatically reaching for the pocket I knew was empty. "I don't know, my phone is still up on the charger."
"You left the house without it?"
"Oh my god Edward!" she screamed into my shoulder.
"Almost there!" I yelled.
"Oh Shit! It's too fast!"
From the grip Bella had on me along with the terror in her voice, I backed off a bit. Once she realized my intentions her voice took on a different tone as her hand started pounding against my leg, "Don't slow down! Go, Go, Go!"
Laughing at the mixed messages I once again picked up the pace just as Bella yelled over my shoulder "Hurry up, he's going to pass us!"
The mixture of adrenaline and excitement coming from my girl made me all the more determined, "The fuck they are!”
Bella must have heard me over the roar of the engine as she squealed in delight and her arms tightened across my middle. Molding herself against my back made it all the more easy to lean into the turns while I maneuvered the bike around the paved trails.
The enthusiasm and excitement coming from my girl was a far cry from earlier in the day. Somewhere between returning from my morning run with Quil, eating the breakfast Claire had prepared according to his wishes and them leaving, Bella's mood shifted.
The first notice something was amiss was at the table while she ate, or rather, we ate. Bella just kind of pushed her food around on the plate with her fork and took small bites while complimenting her friend on something I was sure she didn’t even taste. Debating on whether to force the issue or not, I chose to ignore the behavior. It seemed to me that there was a distinct possibly that Bella was just simply not hungry. Perhaps she had taken too many samples while it was being prepared or possibly she – like me – had over eaten the previous day. Plus, there was also the small matter of the hangover she was contending with. With all that in mind I kept my mouth shut, watched, and gave her the benefit of the doubt.
As the conversation around the table focused on the events of the previous evening, Bella was still her normal self. In fact it was Claire's question to her that seemed to cause the shift in the continuum.
"Hey, did Rachel actually say she fakes while Paul's going down town?"
"Uh huh," Bella acknowledged with rose colored cheeks while actually eating one of the few bites of food.
"Why the hell would she do that?
Damn good question Quil
As I mentally patted the man on the back for asking, Bella shrugged, "I guess Paul doesn't know what he's doing."
"So she fakes it?" I was both outraged and skeptical.
Unavoidable anger surged through me at the blatant lie the woman was perpetrating, and I wondered how the hell Paul didn't know. No matter how good of an actress Rachel might be, there are some things she couldn't pretend. The clear signs of a woman's arousal, the way her thighs start to constrict how her clitoris blooms into a tight bud as her juices flow from within. Even if the woman was a quiet whimperer when she climaxed, a female orgasm from oral stimulation is a distinct physical reaction with absolutely no way to mistake it.
Then again, if the only woman a man has ever been with, never fully reached a climax and has been leading him to believe she's satisfied, how the hell was he suppose to know?
“Someone should give that boy some pointers,” Claire’s obvious glance at Quil clearly suggested who that someone should be.
“Forget it!” the horrified tone making me chuckle. “There is no fucking way I'm going to talk to Paul about how to eat out his wife.”
“But Quilly,” Bella snickered at her friend's choice of word and pleading tone, while I raised a questioning brow at the man across from me.
“End of discussion Claire,” his tone saying the subject was closed. “And don't call me Quilly.”
To my dismay both women turned their attention to me; and I, without even waiting for the question, shut them down with a definite, “No.”
Quil was right, there wasn't a chance in hell I was going there with Paul. What the fuck did the women expect to happen? Was I just supposed to walk up to Paul, put my arm around his shoulder and say, 'Listen man, when you're going down on Rachel use your tongue to trace the letters of the alphabet around her clit, and by the time you get to 'Z' she'll be ready to burst.'
That was my personal method, especially with a new partner or while performing 'pussy worship.' The shape of each letter being made allowed my mouth to hit every area. It also gave me the opportunity to use my tongue to the fullest, sometimes hitting the area with a flat swipe and others with just the point, and then I just paid attention to her response and repeated what she most enjoyed. That was how I had found Bella's little 'happy spot' the other night - the one I was hoping to be able to torture her with at some point before the day was over.
“Well that's just mean,” Claire's pouty tone drawing me away from thinking about all the nasty things I wanted to do with Bella
“Isn't there some kind of man-code?”
“Yeah, the one that says mind your own business. So mind yours.”
Claire took the man’s glare to heart but still made her dissatisfaction known with a loud huff and Bella gave me a knowing grin while Quil shook his head in irritation.
I know buddy, I hate that fucking sound
It was only a matter of time before Claire would press his buttons, sighing might seem like an innocent response but in actually it was an aggravating act of defiance. One I was very glad to be erasing from my girl and it appeared to be the same one Quil would also be eventually working on.
Claire must have gotten the hint to change the subject because she quickly turned to Bella. “If you give me clean sheets, I'll make the bed before we leave. That way you won’t have to worry about it before everyone gets here.”
The comment seemed innocent enough to me, but something in it caused a clear line of tension to appear in Bella's brow. From that moment on her demeanor took a nose dive. It wasn't until Quil and Claire were getting ready to leave that I understood what the problem was.
Quil had given me a small brown bag with two jars of Lahb in it. “Happy Birthday man, sorry we can't stay for the party.”
“Don't worry about it, and thanks for this,” lifting the bag, “but you didn't have to give me anything.”
“Well to be honest, I would have given you the Lahb anyway. It's traditional to share your family brew and after opening up your home to us, it would be considered rude not to.”
"Did you make it?"
"Hell no! That's from grand-dad's private stock, the shits been fermenting for two years so watch out, it’s probably strong as hell."
Not exactly sure what the custom was I wondered, "So, do I bring it out before the meal or after?"
"No, no, no...you don't serve it. Lahb is more of a gesture of hospitality. Just pop the seal and leave the jars sitting in the middle of the table. It's pretty much understood that it’s there for anyone who wants a sample. As long as it’s open, they'll just pick it up; in fact, my father would consider it an insult of any man who didn't."
That's good to know.
"And believe me, Jake, Billy and Charlie are never ones to be rude. Just make sure they know whose supply it's from, because I know namêšéme will ask what they thought of it."
While I laughed at the comment about his grandfather, alongside me, Bella stiffened.
After the third round of hugs, and my assurance to Quil that I'd call him with a decision, Seth stood next to us on the porch as we watched them drive away.
While Bella waved she asked, "Are you going to do it?"
"Do what?"
"Work with Quil."
Her reply shouldn't have shocked me because of course Claire would have mentioned the possibility to Bella.
Yet it still did.
"Isn't anything sacred?"
"Nope," the smirk Bella gave me was so damn cute and mischievous I couldn't help wrapping my arms around her to pull her against my chest.
"Is that so?" I asked while being drawn closer to her lips, so close her responding words brushed against my mouth, "Yup, that's so."
Our mouths connected in a sweet, soft, warm kiss that suddenly reminded my dick of the morning sex it missed out on. Bella must have been thinking the same thing as the moan she made resonated down my throat with an intensity that made me ache to be inside her. The need to be with her was nearly unbearable and I was going to suggest moving to someplace more private when the sound of an engine coming up the driveway completely obliterated the idea.
Emmett turned off the motor on the bike and removed his helmet to reveal a blue bandana wrapped around his head. “Should you two be out here mauling each other like that?"
Rose giggled as she stepped off the back of the bike and flipped open the saddle bag while my brother continued, "and on a Sunday morning no less," his expression turned to mock horror, "ohhhh...for shame. What are the neighbors going to think?"
“Sorry, I didn't know we were being watched.”
Even as the sarcastic reply left my mouth, my eyes darted around, scoping out any place suitable for someone to be hiding. The only other visible person was a woman on the other side of the street. She was dressed in running clothes and briskly pushing one of those triangular strollers up the sidewalk. I was fairly sure she lived in the house at the end of the block, yet I couldn't seem to get over the feeling of unease that suddenly appeared.
"It's almost eleven o'clock and the girl is still in her pajamas," Emmett said drawing my attention to the two of them approaching the house. "My god dude, I know you’re a horny fuck but would it kill you to at least let the woman put some real clothes on? Then again," turning towards Bella with a waggling eyebrow, "I always thought red was your color, but you look damn good in pink too."
Bella's face flushed to match her pajamas making me chuckle as she murmured, "shut up Emmett...I didn't have a chance to dress yet."
"I can fix that," Rose said as she handed both of us a small gift bag. "That one’s for ‘Happy Birthday’," pointing to mine before speaking to Bella, "and that one is ‘congratulations’ on winning the deep shot contest Friday night."
"What is it?" Bella sounded more fearful than excited.
"Open it, then go put it on or we'll be late."
"Ummm...late for what?"
That was a damn good question, one that even as Bella looked up at me I didn't have the answer to.
"Didn't Pappy call you about going out to his place?"
My hand automatically reaching for the pocket I knew was empty. "I don't know, my phone is still up on the charger."
"You left the house without it?"
Obviously
My eyes shifting to Bella as I
wondered why she even asked. “Afraid so.”
"I'm very disappointed in you Edward.”
The tone in Bella's voice caught me off guard and it took me a moment to see the playfulness in her eyes, “That is very irresponsible of you, what if something had happened and I couldn't get a hold of you? Hmmmm...?” she hummed with a cocky expression, “...did you think about that when you went off without your phone? I don't think you did...."
I couldn't help the smile on my face, she looked so damn cute standing the in those pink pajamas with her hands planted firmly on her hips. The sternness in her tone ebbed just slightly by playfulness; standing there watching the show – and it was a show – I was half expecting her to start tapping her foot. The whole performance was so endearingly adorable my grin became more pronounced.
"I'm very disappointed in you Edward.”
The tone in Bella's voice caught me off guard and it took me a moment to see the playfulness in her eyes, “That is very irresponsible of you, what if something had happened and I couldn't get a hold of you? Hmmmm...?” she hummed with a cocky expression, “...did you think about that when you went off without your phone? I don't think you did...."
I couldn't help the smile on my face, she looked so damn cute standing the in those pink pajamas with her hands planted firmly on her hips. The sternness in her tone ebbed just slightly by playfulness; standing there watching the show – and it was a show – I was half expecting her to start tapping her foot. The whole performance was so endearingly adorable my grin became more pronounced.
Seeing my response to her act of
dominance, Bella's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before
narrowing to a disapproving glare, “I don't see anything amusing
about this Mister."
Mister?
The word making my smile broaden which in turn made my girl's posture even more stern, "I'm serious Edward”
Mister?
The word making my smile broaden which in turn made my girl's posture even more stern, "I'm serious Edward”
She was getting funnier by the minute
and when my lips started twitching she declared, “That's it! I'm
going to go find that marker, because I think someone needs a foot
writing!"
That did it.
The laugh rolled out of me in a sudden wave as I put my arm over her shoulder to tuck her body against my side. At that moment I kind of felt like a proud poppa watching their child walk for the first time. The job of raising my girl was far from finished, but the foundation had been laid and she was flourishing in solid framework. The woman standing in my arms, laughing with me, was not the same one who joined me for coffee at my kitchen table that first Sunday morning.
That girl was uncertain about herself, doubtful of her charms, fearful of her ability to please me, and downright terrified of failing. She had a longing to broaden her horizon, yet was still afraid to leave the safety of the comfort zone of her inhibitions. In all honesty it didn't take much coaxing and I fell head over heels in love with that girl.
How could I not?
But the self confident, strong, secure woman she had become was a marvel to behold.
That did it.
The laugh rolled out of me in a sudden wave as I put my arm over her shoulder to tuck her body against my side. At that moment I kind of felt like a proud poppa watching their child walk for the first time. The job of raising my girl was far from finished, but the foundation had been laid and she was flourishing in solid framework. The woman standing in my arms, laughing with me, was not the same one who joined me for coffee at my kitchen table that first Sunday morning.
That girl was uncertain about herself, doubtful of her charms, fearful of her ability to please me, and downright terrified of failing. She had a longing to broaden her horizon, yet was still afraid to leave the safety of the comfort zone of her inhibitions. In all honesty it didn't take much coaxing and I fell head over heels in love with that girl.
How could I not?
But the self confident, strong, secure woman she had become was a marvel to behold.
My Bella practically beamed with
self-confidence, security, gratification, and pride. Completely at
ease with who she is, what she needs, and is all too willing to
explore her desires. The walls of isolation have been broken down to
where Bella can give fully of her trust without fear of being
discarded. The fruits of her training had started to ripen. She was
maturing before my eyes to the point where instead of viewing a past
punishment with resentfulness she saw it for what it was.
Just a brick in the road.
A solid part of the level ground we had laid together to ensure she could always proceed with sure, stable footing. The fact Bella could take a situation she found distressing, work beyond the complexities of what it meant to her, what it had cost her both physically as well as emotionally and come out on the other side capable of laughing, at not only herself but also me, only served to reinforce what I already knew -
My little one was growing up.
Placing a kiss on top of her head I told her surely, “I love you.”
“Aweeee...isn't that's sweet.” Emmett's monotone voice sounding more bored than inspired, “Can we please get out of here? Pappy’s got trails awaiting and he wants us to help christen the tracks.”
“They're done?” my excitement brewing.
Pappy owns a piece of property in Redmond that is akin to the Hundred Acre Woods. Of course that's an exaggeration; it's more like ten acres of lush green forest. It had been his father’s retreat, a little hunting cabin with a no indoor plumbing but plenty of wildlife and a fresh spring. It was very primitive, and he's hosted several parties out there. There were tails through the forest we'd ride on, most of it flat lands with a few hills to make it interesting. The previous year he had the bright idea to lay a strip of cement on the flattest portion for the sole purpose of racing. The man spent many a days on a backhoe, removing trees, leveling the ground, and digging the earth away.
Bella pulled from me, jerking the gift bag from my hand. “Have fun,” she said, heading into the house with not only her present, but mine too.
“Hey, give that back!”
Completely ignoring me she put my bag on the sideboard. “You can't open presents until everyone's here and after we sing.”
“Who says?”
“I says...them's the rules buster.”
Just a brick in the road.
A solid part of the level ground we had laid together to ensure she could always proceed with sure, stable footing. The fact Bella could take a situation she found distressing, work beyond the complexities of what it meant to her, what it had cost her both physically as well as emotionally and come out on the other side capable of laughing, at not only herself but also me, only served to reinforce what I already knew -
My little one was growing up.
Placing a kiss on top of her head I told her surely, “I love you.”
“Aweeee...isn't that's sweet.” Emmett's monotone voice sounding more bored than inspired, “Can we please get out of here? Pappy’s got trails awaiting and he wants us to help christen the tracks.”
“They're done?” my excitement brewing.
Pappy owns a piece of property in Redmond that is akin to the Hundred Acre Woods. Of course that's an exaggeration; it's more like ten acres of lush green forest. It had been his father’s retreat, a little hunting cabin with a no indoor plumbing but plenty of wildlife and a fresh spring. It was very primitive, and he's hosted several parties out there. There were tails through the forest we'd ride on, most of it flat lands with a few hills to make it interesting. The previous year he had the bright idea to lay a strip of cement on the flattest portion for the sole purpose of racing. The man spent many a days on a backhoe, removing trees, leveling the ground, and digging the earth away.
Bella pulled from me, jerking the gift bag from my hand. “Have fun,” she said, heading into the house with not only her present, but mine too.
“Hey, give that back!”
Completely ignoring me she put my bag on the sideboard. “You can't open presents until everyone's here and after we sing.”
“Who says?”
“I says...them's the rules buster.”
Buster?
What the fuck?
“Why do you get to open yours?” I
wondered as she pulled a black t-shirt from the bag Rose had given
her.
“Because it's not my birthday, and no one got up at six in the morning to make me cake for the sole purpose of having my family sing Happy Birthday to me and then watch me open my presents so everyone can see what I got. Now, stop being such a spoiled baby and wait until it's time.”
“Because it's not my birthday, and no one got up at six in the morning to make me cake for the sole purpose of having my family sing Happy Birthday to me and then watch me open my presents so everyone can see what I got. Now, stop being such a spoiled baby and wait until it's time.”
Emmett chuckled, “Guess she told
you.”
Rolling my eyes I was going to argue that it's rude to open gifts in front of everyone, but then Bella held up her shirt and her expression was caught somewhere between humor and chagrin.
“Rose...” saying the name like a curse, “Oh My God... I can’t wear this...” Laying it against her chest so I see the bold white writing:
'I may have a bad mouth
But I can do great things with it'
Rolling my eyes I was going to argue that it's rude to open gifts in front of everyone, but then Bella held up her shirt and her expression was caught somewhere between humor and chagrin.
“Rose...” saying the name like a curse, “Oh My God... I can’t wear this...” Laying it against her chest so I see the bold white writing:
'I may have a bad mouth
But I can do great things with it'
“...In front of Charlie?”
Bella had a legitimate concern, yet she could change after we got back and before everyone else arrived. I was about to speak my thoughts when Rose said, “No, take it off later but you have to wear it to Pappy's.”
Bella's eyes narrowed, “I can't go.”
“Why not?” the three of us asked in unison.
“I have too much to do.”
She then started spouting off a list of chores that was beginning to make me dizzy. Most of them completely unnecessary as the house was already clean and there was absolutely no reason to hose off the siding under the patio. For every chore she listed, one of us countered with an alternative, offering to pitch in and help on our return. Hell even Emmett agreed to, as he put it, make sure the yard was 'free of land mines' and yet still Bella persisted in her objective of staying home.
"What about Seth?”
“What about him?” my brother question while looking to the dog, “The little guy looks fine to me.”
“Not doggie Seth,” Bella replied in an exacerbated tone that was beginning to grate on my nerves. “My brother Seth, I don't know when he's coming back.”
He and Tracy had spent the night at Emery's with the rest of the teenagers, the last I’d heard they had plans. "You told me they were going for breakfast and then heading to Northgate Mall."
"What if they come back early?"
I had to hand it to her, she was pulling out all the stops, but there was some underlying reason I needed to get to the bottom of and frankly her evasiveness was pissing me off.
"Bella, they will be gone most of the day, we'll be back no later than two...scouts honor..." giving the pledge, "and even if they beat us back here, Seth knows the code for the locks and the alarm."
"Oh man don't let Alice hear that." Emmett's comment accompanied by a dry chuckle caught Bella's attention as her eyes went to my brother, “Why?”
“Why?” His humorless laugh only rousing Bella's curiosity.
Bella had a legitimate concern, yet she could change after we got back and before everyone else arrived. I was about to speak my thoughts when Rose said, “No, take it off later but you have to wear it to Pappy's.”
Bella's eyes narrowed, “I can't go.”
“Why not?” the three of us asked in unison.
“I have too much to do.”
She then started spouting off a list of chores that was beginning to make me dizzy. Most of them completely unnecessary as the house was already clean and there was absolutely no reason to hose off the siding under the patio. For every chore she listed, one of us countered with an alternative, offering to pitch in and help on our return. Hell even Emmett agreed to, as he put it, make sure the yard was 'free of land mines' and yet still Bella persisted in her objective of staying home.
"What about Seth?”
“What about him?” my brother question while looking to the dog, “The little guy looks fine to me.”
“Not doggie Seth,” Bella replied in an exacerbated tone that was beginning to grate on my nerves. “My brother Seth, I don't know when he's coming back.”
He and Tracy had spent the night at Emery's with the rest of the teenagers, the last I’d heard they had plans. "You told me they were going for breakfast and then heading to Northgate Mall."
"What if they come back early?"
I had to hand it to her, she was pulling out all the stops, but there was some underlying reason I needed to get to the bottom of and frankly her evasiveness was pissing me off.
"Bella, they will be gone most of the day, we'll be back no later than two...scouts honor..." giving the pledge, "and even if they beat us back here, Seth knows the code for the locks and the alarm."
"Oh man don't let Alice hear that." Emmett's comment accompanied by a dry chuckle caught Bella's attention as her eyes went to my brother, “Why?”
“Why?” His humorless laugh only rousing Bella's curiosity.
“Yeah, why would Alice care that my
brother can get into the house? He's staying here. What's he suppose
to do, sit out on the front porch twiddling his thumbs?”
“Bella,” Calling her attention back to me. “It doesn't matter what Alice's problem is; she's just mad because with everything going on I didn't feel comfortable with so many people having access to the house. I tried to explain my reasoning to her but she's in a funk and more irrational then normal.”
My words seemed to remind Bella, “You mean she’s got pregnancy brain.”
“Alice is pregnant?” Emmett wondered while Rose had a different response, “Uh...I guess she must have rolled over for once and took it like a bitch.”
I didn't fully understand the comment; however, Bella must have as she kind of hissed out a growl of reproach, “Rose...” and then started to giggle along with my sister-in-law, “...that's not nice.”
“But it's true,” Rose said wiping the tears from her eyes, “and you know it.”
“It's still...not ...nice,” Bella's words coming out through her laughter while Emmett and I just kind of stood there looking dumbfounded until my brother just had to ask, “What do you mean...rolled over?”
Rose stopped her fit of hysteria long enough to answer, “You know...”
Holding her hands out in front of her as if grasping a basketball she rotated them in a half circle, “...from back to front.”
Oh...I so did not want to know this
Emmett was either slow on the uptake or in total denial because he was still kind of bewildered, “No...I don't know.”
“Come on Emmett...” Rose tried to coax him into reality while Bella was slightly less delicate and started singing, “Dirty deed, done dirt cheap....for a fee, I'll be your back door man.”
The two women broke out in laughter while my brother finally got the message, “Are you shitting me?”
“No...” Rose giggled, “and Alice never shits on Jasper either because she gives herself enemas three times a day”
“Bella,” Calling her attention back to me. “It doesn't matter what Alice's problem is; she's just mad because with everything going on I didn't feel comfortable with so many people having access to the house. I tried to explain my reasoning to her but she's in a funk and more irrational then normal.”
My words seemed to remind Bella, “You mean she’s got pregnancy brain.”
“Alice is pregnant?” Emmett wondered while Rose had a different response, “Uh...I guess she must have rolled over for once and took it like a bitch.”
I didn't fully understand the comment; however, Bella must have as she kind of hissed out a growl of reproach, “Rose...” and then started to giggle along with my sister-in-law, “...that's not nice.”
“But it's true,” Rose said wiping the tears from her eyes, “and you know it.”
“It's still...not ...nice,” Bella's words coming out through her laughter while Emmett and I just kind of stood there looking dumbfounded until my brother just had to ask, “What do you mean...rolled over?”
Rose stopped her fit of hysteria long enough to answer, “You know...”
Holding her hands out in front of her as if grasping a basketball she rotated them in a half circle, “...from back to front.”
Oh...I so did not want to know this
Emmett was either slow on the uptake or in total denial because he was still kind of bewildered, “No...I don't know.”
“Come on Emmett...” Rose tried to coax him into reality while Bella was slightly less delicate and started singing, “Dirty deed, done dirt cheap....for a fee, I'll be your back door man.”
The two women broke out in laughter while my brother finally got the message, “Are you shitting me?”
“No...” Rose giggled, “and Alice never shits on Jasper either because she gives herself enemas three times a day”
“What?” I questioned while Bella
muttered in disbelief, 'three times a day?' and my brother
looked to me, “Is that healthy?”
“NO! It is not, especially if she is pregnant.”
Bella quickly corrected me, “We don't know for sure, I was only guessing. Alice seems mad at me lately, so don't say anything about it.”
I was hoping Bella would have been ignorantly blissful of my sisters piss poor attitude; it seems that wasn't the case. I hadn't brought up the subject with my brother so I didn't know if Alice was spouting her bullshit to anyone else or not. Judging from his comment about her being upset over Seth having open access to the house, it seemed safe to assume she has.
I had warned, threatened, and promised Alice there would be zero tolerance when it came to disrespecting the woman I loved; that included going around spouting any negative comments or down playing Bella's role in my life.
“Alright enough about Alice. I'm sure if she is pregnant, we'll find our soon enough but times a wasting, so...” Rose said nudging Bella's shoulders, “...go get dressed.”
“I'm telling you, I can't go.”
She was being stubborn to the point of irritation and just to make my position known I leveled her with a glare. “Babe this sudden compulsion to be Susie Homemaker is not cutting it.”
Lowering my voice I asked a direct question, “So what's the real problem?”
Bella squared her jaw and returned my glare with one of her own as she spoke through clenched teeth, "There's going to be over a dozen people in this house..."
"Not people ...Family."
"Right Edward...your family...your mother....your grand-mother...."
"They've all been here before Bella."
“I know that!” snapping out the words, "but it's different now."
"What's different? It's the same damn house!"
"No it’s not, everything used to be all white and pristine with nothing out of place, and now there's stuff everywhere and it's all covered in dog hair. You never had magazines on the table or my shoes stuffed under the table..." Bella's eyes glanced in that direction before settling back on me. "They're going to think I'm some kind of lazy slob that can't keep your house clean..."
"Don't be ridiculous Bella," even as the words came out of my mouth, I knew it was the wrong thing to say, and so did Emmett as he kind of sucked in air through his teeth and took a step back from the line of fire.
Coward
Then again, maybe he had the right idea because my little woman was practically seething. Her eyes widened to an almost frightening degree as all the color drained from her face.
"Don't patronize me Edward!”
“NO! It is not, especially if she is pregnant.”
Bella quickly corrected me, “We don't know for sure, I was only guessing. Alice seems mad at me lately, so don't say anything about it.”
I was hoping Bella would have been ignorantly blissful of my sisters piss poor attitude; it seems that wasn't the case. I hadn't brought up the subject with my brother so I didn't know if Alice was spouting her bullshit to anyone else or not. Judging from his comment about her being upset over Seth having open access to the house, it seemed safe to assume she has.
I had warned, threatened, and promised Alice there would be zero tolerance when it came to disrespecting the woman I loved; that included going around spouting any negative comments or down playing Bella's role in my life.
“Alright enough about Alice. I'm sure if she is pregnant, we'll find our soon enough but times a wasting, so...” Rose said nudging Bella's shoulders, “...go get dressed.”
“I'm telling you, I can't go.”
She was being stubborn to the point of irritation and just to make my position known I leveled her with a glare. “Babe this sudden compulsion to be Susie Homemaker is not cutting it.”
Lowering my voice I asked a direct question, “So what's the real problem?”
Bella squared her jaw and returned my glare with one of her own as she spoke through clenched teeth, "There's going to be over a dozen people in this house..."
"Not people ...Family."
"Right Edward...your family...your mother....your grand-mother...."
"They've all been here before Bella."
“I know that!” snapping out the words, "but it's different now."
"What's different? It's the same damn house!"
"No it’s not, everything used to be all white and pristine with nothing out of place, and now there's stuff everywhere and it's all covered in dog hair. You never had magazines on the table or my shoes stuffed under the table..." Bella's eyes glanced in that direction before settling back on me. "They're going to think I'm some kind of lazy slob that can't keep your house clean..."
"Don't be ridiculous Bella," even as the words came out of my mouth, I knew it was the wrong thing to say, and so did Emmett as he kind of sucked in air through his teeth and took a step back from the line of fire.
Coward
Then again, maybe he had the right idea because my little woman was practically seething. Her eyes widened to an almost frightening degree as all the color drained from her face.
"Don't patronize me Edward!”
“I'm not patronizing you babe, I'm
telling you like it is. You're being fucking absurd, there's no
reason to go through all that bullshit for my mother...”
“You might not remember this Edward
but I was married before”
“What the fuck does that mean?” it
came out more aggressive then I had planned because I hated thinking
about Bella being with anyone else, especially that asshole.
“It means, I've have some experience
in the way a mother-in-law thinks."
“Are you comparing my mother with that woman I met at the diner?”
There, that shut her up
Capitalizing on the moment of silence I stressed my point.
"When are you going to get it through your head that it's not only my house. You live here too Bella, you agreed to move everything you own into this house; so I don't give a shit whose name is on the deed....that makes it our home. If, for some reason, my mother or my grand-mother...” echoing the same revulsion to the word as she used, “...or anyone else for that fucking matter, has something to say about who has access to it, or the dog that resides in it, or how fucking clean or unclean it is, they can shove it up their ass. Now are we going to continue to fight over your freaking out about some fucking irrational female pissing contest or are you going to get your ass up those steps, put on your new fucking shirt and get yourself ready so we can go have some god damn fun!”
Narrowing her eyes only served to make me more determined, “Do you really want to keep pressing your luck right before we go into the bedroom?”
“You wouldn't?” the uncertainty in her voice was exactly the reaction I was looking for and I capitalized on it. “Try me.”
Reminding her of our weekend agreement that we'd only be in full D/s mode while in the privacy of my bedroom was a low blow. It was manipulative on my part and even a bit unfair, still, I didn't have any regrets for doing it. In fact given the circumstances, I'd have no problem with threatening her with an unhappy Master any day of the week. It wasn't an offensive move just to ensure I got my own way. Of course a few hours with friends out on the bike sounded a whole hell of a lot better than cleaning the house and had there been any validity to Bella's needing to remain home, that would have been a different story.
The truth of the matter was, her worries were completely unfounded. She had just scrubbed the house from top to bottom in preparation for our weekend house guests. There was no reason for a repeat performance less than forty-eight hours later, except to feed her illogical anxieties. I could have allowed her to wallow in her anguish, spending all day sterilizing every surface until she drove herself crazy; however that would have been highly irresponsible of me. It was far more important that Bella had a few care free hours to relax. As her dominant, I chose to supersede what Bella wanted in exchange for providing what she needed. At least that was how I rationalized my actions at the time, and judging from the excited shrills coming from her I had made the right decision.
"Go faster Edward! Don't let him win!”
Complying with a twist of the throttle I yelled over my shoulder, "hold on baby!" at the same time we beat Alex over the finish line and pulling on the handle bars while throwing my weight back making the front wheel leave the ground. Squeezing me tighter around the waist, Bella screeched with delight only to peal with laughter when we touched back down and tail-spun to a rolling stop beside everyone else.
“That was great!” Her elation was tangible as she practically jumped from the back while ripping the helmet off her head, “Let's do that again!”
Oh yeah, definitely made the correct decision
Even when we first arrived Bella was still fretting. I had agreed to get her home by two and she kept trying to change the time schedule. Giving me puppy dog eyes along with the request, “One?”
Not getting her way she resorted to that adorable pout, tilting her head and looking all pitiful at me through her lashes, “One-thirty?”
"No..." Glaring at her with a stern tone that she should realize meant I was not backing down, "two...and that's final."
Bella huffed and then quickly shot me a knowing remorseful gaze before letting her eyes roam across the dense forest, "good thing there's no corners ....right?"
"There's plenty of trees."
Giving me a quirky smile she raised on her toes to kiss my chin, then finally relented, "ok...two."
I knew Bella loved riding and I figured since her experience consisted mainly of driving old bikes around the reservation, then she wouldn't really mind the bumpy uneven terrain on Pappy's land. What I hadn't expected, yet completely should have, was the excitement she got from racing. After all, my girl was a raging adrenaline junky, through and through.
“Are you comparing my mother with that woman I met at the diner?”
There, that shut her up
Capitalizing on the moment of silence I stressed my point.
"When are you going to get it through your head that it's not only my house. You live here too Bella, you agreed to move everything you own into this house; so I don't give a shit whose name is on the deed....that makes it our home. If, for some reason, my mother or my grand-mother...” echoing the same revulsion to the word as she used, “...or anyone else for that fucking matter, has something to say about who has access to it, or the dog that resides in it, or how fucking clean or unclean it is, they can shove it up their ass. Now are we going to continue to fight over your freaking out about some fucking irrational female pissing contest or are you going to get your ass up those steps, put on your new fucking shirt and get yourself ready so we can go have some god damn fun!”
Narrowing her eyes only served to make me more determined, “Do you really want to keep pressing your luck right before we go into the bedroom?”
“You wouldn't?” the uncertainty in her voice was exactly the reaction I was looking for and I capitalized on it. “Try me.”
Reminding her of our weekend agreement that we'd only be in full D/s mode while in the privacy of my bedroom was a low blow. It was manipulative on my part and even a bit unfair, still, I didn't have any regrets for doing it. In fact given the circumstances, I'd have no problem with threatening her with an unhappy Master any day of the week. It wasn't an offensive move just to ensure I got my own way. Of course a few hours with friends out on the bike sounded a whole hell of a lot better than cleaning the house and had there been any validity to Bella's needing to remain home, that would have been a different story.
The truth of the matter was, her worries were completely unfounded. She had just scrubbed the house from top to bottom in preparation for our weekend house guests. There was no reason for a repeat performance less than forty-eight hours later, except to feed her illogical anxieties. I could have allowed her to wallow in her anguish, spending all day sterilizing every surface until she drove herself crazy; however that would have been highly irresponsible of me. It was far more important that Bella had a few care free hours to relax. As her dominant, I chose to supersede what Bella wanted in exchange for providing what she needed. At least that was how I rationalized my actions at the time, and judging from the excited shrills coming from her I had made the right decision.
"Go faster Edward! Don't let him win!”
Complying with a twist of the throttle I yelled over my shoulder, "hold on baby!" at the same time we beat Alex over the finish line and pulling on the handle bars while throwing my weight back making the front wheel leave the ground. Squeezing me tighter around the waist, Bella screeched with delight only to peal with laughter when we touched back down and tail-spun to a rolling stop beside everyone else.
“That was great!” Her elation was tangible as she practically jumped from the back while ripping the helmet off her head, “Let's do that again!”
Oh yeah, definitely made the correct decision
Even when we first arrived Bella was still fretting. I had agreed to get her home by two and she kept trying to change the time schedule. Giving me puppy dog eyes along with the request, “One?”
Not getting her way she resorted to that adorable pout, tilting her head and looking all pitiful at me through her lashes, “One-thirty?”
"No..." Glaring at her with a stern tone that she should realize meant I was not backing down, "two...and that's final."
Bella huffed and then quickly shot me a knowing remorseful gaze before letting her eyes roam across the dense forest, "good thing there's no corners ....right?"
"There's plenty of trees."
Giving me a quirky smile she raised on her toes to kiss my chin, then finally relented, "ok...two."
I knew Bella loved riding and I figured since her experience consisted mainly of driving old bikes around the reservation, then she wouldn't really mind the bumpy uneven terrain on Pappy's land. What I hadn't expected, yet completely should have, was the excitement she got from racing. After all, my girl was a raging adrenaline junky, through and through.
Swinging my leg over the seat, I took
off my helmet and set it next to me on the seat just in time to catch
a very excited Bella in my arms.
"That was awesome!...We have got to do that again!"
"What the hell was that move at the end?" Alex asked as he removed his helmet and Emmett called over, "Show off!"
Bella turned in my arms to face our audience while I replied, "Just giving my girl a thrill."
"Thrill?..." Emmett questioned, "you're lucky little Bells didn't fucking fall off the back."
“I'd never let her fall off” I said while tightening my arms around Bella's shoulder and leaning down closer to her ear I spoke loud enough for everyone to hear "You liked it, didn't ya baby?"
"He'll yeah!" She said before angling her head towards me and when I pulled back I could still see the gleam of excitement in her eyes, "that was freaking awesome and even better we beat Al-ex."
Expanding his name into two syllables for the express purpose of letting him know she was still pissed off.
"Oh come on Darling, you have to forgive me sometime."
Bella, being the stubborn woman she was flicked her nose in the air and announced, "Nope, I don't think I do."
This response was still over the picture of her tat being displayed during Market night at the club. Her problem wasn't so much it was displayed, after all my girl was an exhibitionist, it was more of the fact she didn't know it was there until she saw it herself. Or rather, Emmett pointed it out to her along with anyone who was within hearing range. From what I understood, word had spread that Bella's naked butt was there for all to see, and they made a bee line to get a look.
"Damn, is she always so stubborn?"
Shaking my head at Alex I assured him, “You have no idea."
"I don't know about that, but when I'm right, I'm right and stick to my gun and this time I am sooooo right, you could look up right in the dictionary and see my picture there”
"That was awesome!...We have got to do that again!"
"What the hell was that move at the end?" Alex asked as he removed his helmet and Emmett called over, "Show off!"
Bella turned in my arms to face our audience while I replied, "Just giving my girl a thrill."
"Thrill?..." Emmett questioned, "you're lucky little Bells didn't fucking fall off the back."
“I'd never let her fall off” I said while tightening my arms around Bella's shoulder and leaning down closer to her ear I spoke loud enough for everyone to hear "You liked it, didn't ya baby?"
"He'll yeah!" She said before angling her head towards me and when I pulled back I could still see the gleam of excitement in her eyes, "that was freaking awesome and even better we beat Al-ex."
Expanding his name into two syllables for the express purpose of letting him know she was still pissed off.
"Oh come on Darling, you have to forgive me sometime."
Bella, being the stubborn woman she was flicked her nose in the air and announced, "Nope, I don't think I do."
This response was still over the picture of her tat being displayed during Market night at the club. Her problem wasn't so much it was displayed, after all my girl was an exhibitionist, it was more of the fact she didn't know it was there until she saw it herself. Or rather, Emmett pointed it out to her along with anyone who was within hearing range. From what I understood, word had spread that Bella's naked butt was there for all to see, and they made a bee line to get a look.
"Damn, is she always so stubborn?"
Shaking my head at Alex I assured him, “You have no idea."
"I don't know about that, but when I'm right, I'm right and stick to my gun and this time I am sooooo right, you could look up right in the dictionary and see my picture there”
She was so fucking cute...even Alex
chuckled however it was Demetri who commented “I think that means
Isabella thinks she's right”
“I am right....and you” pointing an
accusatory finger at Alex “...should have asked me first."
"Sorry sweet cheeks..." At the term I could audibly hear Bella's mouth pop open as her head snapped in Emmett's direction. I couldn't see what Bella was doing but my brother held his hands up muttering 'it wasn't me' while Rose giggled her ass off and Alex continued talking "...told ya, it's my art work."
I don't know how she multi-tasked so well to keep up with three different exchanges going on but Bella's attention quickly came back to Alex as she snapped, "My ASS."
"Sorry sweet cheeks..." At the term I could audibly hear Bella's mouth pop open as her head snapped in Emmett's direction. I couldn't see what Bella was doing but my brother held his hands up muttering 'it wasn't me' while Rose giggled her ass off and Alex continued talking "...told ya, it's my art work."
I don't know how she multi-tasked so well to keep up with three different exchanges going on but Bella's attention quickly came back to Alex as she snapped, "My ASS."
“She got ya there buddy” Pappy
interjected “It is her ass”
“Actually it's my Ass...” staking
my claim “... and I thought the picture showed it off very nicely."
"It is a really nice...tat," Demetri added to the discussion while Pappy declared, "I was too busy that night to get a look see, so Darling one of these days you'll have to make it a point to show me live and in person."
"It is a really nice...tat," Demetri added to the discussion while Pappy declared, "I was too busy that night to get a look see, so Darling one of these days you'll have to make it a point to show me live and in person."
"I've already seen it” Rose
announced while Emmett added “Me too”
“When?”
“That day you were walking around in
your underwear”
“You were't ever suppose to be there”
Bella countered to an unfazed Emmett “But I was”
“Ok...this is what we'll do...”Linda
said with gleam in her eye “...since Bella won't just show us her
stuff, I say at the next party, we get us a game of Truth and Dare
started...” by this point everyone was snickering “...then we can
all see it”
Bella's neck twisted to glare at me
through the corner of her eyes, "I'm going to kill, your
brother."
"I swear it was not me..." Emmett declared his innocence while Bella hissed, “Rose.”
"I swear it was not me..." Emmett declared his innocence while Bella hissed, “Rose.”
“Come on Bella...” Rose said
through giggles, “...that story is too freaking funny not to
share.”
Looking down at my girl I could see the
blush forming on her face while she struggled to keep the twitch off
her lips. There was no real embarrassment at Rose sharing the story;
Bella reacted the same way around this group of people as she would
have with the gang from LaPush.
That knowledge gave me a sense of satisfaction.
For the most part the people gathered there in a semi circle, leaning against bikes and laughing, were the core of my - and therefore Bella's - social circle. Just as I was accepted and comfortable with being around her friends it was important she do the same with mine. In the future we would be spending a lot of time with them. Some would be social events, picnics, bonfires, boating excursions and bike runs. However there would also be functions of a more intimate nature, munches, play parties, live scenes and fetish activities. All of which would be a whole lot easier for Bella once she was relaxed with the people surrounding her.
Checking my watch I noticed it was nearly time for us to get on the road and Rose wanted to use the outhouse one more time before having to sit on the bike for the twenty minute ride home. I watched Bella saddle up next to Gianna, giggling about something as they followed Rose and Linda along the trail into the woods. My eyes focused on the exquisiteness of the denim encasing her butt until she was swallowed by the denseness of the forest.
That knowledge gave me a sense of satisfaction.
For the most part the people gathered there in a semi circle, leaning against bikes and laughing, were the core of my - and therefore Bella's - social circle. Just as I was accepted and comfortable with being around her friends it was important she do the same with mine. In the future we would be spending a lot of time with them. Some would be social events, picnics, bonfires, boating excursions and bike runs. However there would also be functions of a more intimate nature, munches, play parties, live scenes and fetish activities. All of which would be a whole lot easier for Bella once she was relaxed with the people surrounding her.
Checking my watch I noticed it was nearly time for us to get on the road and Rose wanted to use the outhouse one more time before having to sit on the bike for the twenty minute ride home. I watched Bella saddle up next to Gianna, giggling about something as they followed Rose and Linda along the trail into the woods. My eyes focused on the exquisiteness of the denim encasing her butt until she was swallowed by the denseness of the forest.
Taking a deep breath I shifted on my
feet, trying to ease the pressure of my dick pressing against the
zipper. I had been so engrossed on the sway of Bella's hips I missed
the beginning of the conversation going on around me so it took me a
moment to comprehend Demetri's question, “Have you heard
from Aro Edward?”
“Ahhh...”
Aro? ...have I heard from him?
Switching gears my mind started working
again and I returned to leaning against the seat of my bike while I
answered, “Ah...No, I haven't but I really didn't expect to. If
he's going to call at all he'll probably do it on Tuesday while we're
at New Moon.”
“Are you coming to the club tonight?”
“No...” I answered Alex.
“Too bad, Garret has an opening for
another couple in his private room.”
Since Pappy brought it up I wondered,
“Where is he?”
Garret was part of our normal faction,
for a few months he's been so swamped with work he often had to
decline, however I knew for a fact that had changed when Bella
provided him a new employee. The girl from the center had freed up
some of his time so it struck me as strange when Pappy said, “He
was supposed to come today but there was some kind of problem at the
restaurant. So he had to cancel and head over there. He didn't tell
me what happened just that he'd see me tonight and told me to mention
the opening to you.”
“Who's he playing with? That girl
from the auction?”
Pappy responded to Emmett with a shrug,
“I guess...I think he's really enjoying her company. She's new, not
to the scene but to town and Garrett's pretty happy with her.”
“What's her name?”
Alex's question was directed at me,
mostly because it was fairly safe to say I knew every female at the
club, especially the unattached ones, however this time I had no
clue. Telling them that had both Pappy and Alex looking at me like I
was some kind of alien with six eyes and balls hanging from my chin.
And then my brother broke out in a wide
smile, “Edward doesn't have time to meet new people, little Bella
has his dick all wrapped up nice an tight with a big bow tied around
it.”
“Wow...” Alex said in amazement
then jokingly asked, “when's the wedding?”
I'm not sure exactly what expression
was on my face, however I was absolutely positive it relayed
something as both he and Pappy stared at me for one long moment
before they both said at the same time, in the same tone of
astonishment, “Really?”
“My little brother's finally growing
up,” making a fist and tapping it against his chest Emmett added,
“I'm so proud.”
Smirking at him for a moment before
telling the two men something they should already know, “I love
her...she's...” a smile came to my face as I thought about
everything Bella was to me. And I realized I could have gone on for
days trying to express in words the meaning my girl has given to my
life.
Instead hearing the women start to return I summed it up in one word, “...perfect.”
Receiving smiles all around, Demetri
started up a new conversation about a bike run he wanted to take and
we all quickly got to talking as the girls stepped out of the trees.
The four of them stood off to the side laughing and gabbing. They
were having such a good time I hated to break it up but I had a
promise to keep so I called out, “You ready babe?”
Bella's eyes met mine and I was
rewarded with a smile that I swear she only gave to me and one I
returned. She made her round of good-bye hugs with the women before
moving to me, but I had one more thing for her to do. Pulling the
sealed letter out of the inside pocket of my jacket I watched Bella's
face fall as I handed it to her, “You can deliver this personally.”
Staring at the envelope, Bella's teeth
captured her bottom lip and I could see her contemplating her
options. She knew damn well what it was after all it was her hand
that wrote it the previous morning. "I think Demetri would
appreciate the hand delivery."
That was
actually a slip of the tongue, I didn't think - I knew.
Bella's character was not in question, nor
was her sincerity, however the simple act of manning up, accepting
responsibility and allowing Demetri a chance to say his own peace
would completely close the book on the matter.
"Wh...what
am I supposed to say?"
"You're
a smart girl, I'm sure you'll think of something." Pressing the
letter towards her my tone became more demanding, "take it."
"Edward,
couldn't we just drop it in the mail?
We could,
but we wouldn't
"Take
It."
"How
about tomorrow morning, when you're driving me to The Center, we
could stop by his store and slip it under the door?"
The
optimistic tone Bella used was cute, bordering on playful; try as she
might there would be no escaping the inevitable. However, I was a
fair man who wanted to give her the time needed to come to terms with
my decision, so I played along with her little game of cat and mouse.
“How about,
you be a good girl and stop coming up with alternatives and just Take
it.”
“Will you
come with me?”
Shaking my
head and growing more forceful I once again pushed the envelope in
her direction, “TAKE IT.”
This time her fingers reached out yet
even as they grasp the letter Bella's eyes shifted from me to skirt
across the other people. I knew she felt awkward, it wasn't just
approaching Demetri, it was doing so in front of everyone else. It's
not that Bella didn't know what the right thing to do was, she did.
It was more my girl needed a moment to steel up her courage and
remember she could always trust my judgment.
When Aro was training me, he spoke of
treating a submissive like a parent would a child. To a two year old,
the automatic response to anything you ask of them is an automatic –
'No.'
Aro told how Mason’s repeated usage
of the word never really bothered him; because when the boy put his
foot down and refused to do as he was asked, as his father, Aro
simply picked him up and made him do it. He gently yet firmly guided
him to the toys on the floor that needed to be picked up. And many
times he carried Mason away from Sesame Street to personally place
him at the dinner table. As a toddler, Mason didn't understand the
importance of what he was asked to do and as the parent, Aro didn't
feel the need to explain it either. Instead of debating, arguing, or
becoming angry he simply took charge of the situation and in essence
Mason's 'No' became Aro's 'Yes.'
I could still hear my uncle’s
instructions ringing in my ear, “A submissive is like that child.
They don't always understand the importance of the reasoning behind
the task, however just as you would force a child to head, so you
must the submissive. Sometimes that will require nothing more than a
firm tone or stern glare. Other times you'll need to utilize a more
creative incentive program. Whatever it takes, the main thing is to
never, under any circumstances, allow your 'Yes' to become their
'No.'
Thinking on those words I decided my
girl needed some motivation in order to change her ‘No’ to my
'Yes.'
Pursing my lip I drew in a deep breath
before leveling my perpetual two year old with a very hard fatherly
glare before giving her a gentle push with an ultimatum.
"My darling girl, if you force me
to repeat myself one more time, you are going to force my hand. And
my pet, I can guarantee that apprehension you're experiencing over
what people are going to think about you will become a reality when I
bend you over my bike and warm your bare ass. Now my dear, the
decision is totally up to you.” From the
lift in her brow I could only assume she realized I was not joking,
still I had to ask, “So which one is it going to be?”
Even though I had for the second time that day over stepped the boundaries of our D/s relationship, I still knew given the correct motivation Bella would do the right thing. I also knew as I watched Demetri accept the letter from her that he would not -at that moment- read it. We were both trained by the same Master Dominant, so it didn't surprise me in the least when he tuck Bella's formal apology inside the breast pocket of his coat. If I was any judge of how it would play out, my guess was when they were alone he'd have Gianna read the contents to him, serving to kill two birds with one stone. He would know what it said and his submissive would have the satisfaction of knowing there was no secrets between them.
The next
thing I expected was Demetri's permission to speak plainly with
Bella.
At his glance
in my direction, I gave a single head nod then watched him clasp her
chin, thus not only taking command of the conversation but also
making sure to keep her attention. They were a mere ten feet away,
yet I couldn't make out anything being said. However simply from
their body language it was clear both were relaxed with his free
hand Demetri tapped his chest and Bella nodded against his hand. I
could see him mouth out the words 'answer please' before my girl
smiled broadly and replied 'yes sir.'
Yup, all that
I fully expected, which was the reason behind sending Bella over
there in the first place. At my direction, she had written the
letter, the contents were exactly what I had been expecting,
eloquent, direct, and sincere. By this time in our relationship,
Bella knew me enough to know I was not a man who did things half way,
so if she wrote out the apology, she could bank on the fact it would
delivered.
At the time
the plan was to wait until the following weekend and have her hand it
to him at the club. As it turned out, the better option presented
itself. There wouldn't be a week’s time to let any anxiety settle
in that could interrupt her peace of mind. Shit didn't need to
fester; it needed to be flushed away and from the looks of things
that's exactly what Demetri was doing. Ripping down any and all
barriers that could have been starting to work their way into Bella's
head; keeping their line of communication and trust open so Bella
would never have a moment’s hesitation when she was around him.
From what I
was watching it appeared my conjectures were correct and the whole
scene was playing out the way it was supposed to. What I didn't
foresee was the repeat performance from the other night at New Moon.
Releasing Bella's chin Demetri gave her a smile and then my girl lept
up, wrapped her
fucking arms
tightly around his neck and proudly exclaimed, “You are my
favoritist Uncle Demetri EVER!” before laying a big wet sloppy kiss
on his cheek.
“Hey, Hey,
Hey...” I called out, “Are you bribing my woman with cereal
again?”
“Whatever
it takes my friend,” Demetri laughed while placing a giggling Bella
back on her feet.
“Cereal?”
Pappy wondered as he stopped Bella from reaching me by placing an arm
around her shoulder. “Please Miss Isabella...please don't tell me
all Edward had to do was give you a bowl a frosted flakes.”
"It's Fruity Pebbles,” Rose called from behind them and Pappy got a look of revulsion on his face.
“OH Geeze...Fruity Pebbles? Damn girl,” giving me a grin Pappy went on, “why not drop that sha-mook over there and live a little wild with some Cap'n Crunch?”
Looking up
into Pappy's face Bella grinned, “With berries?”
“You want
berries girl...I'll give you berries.”
She actually
seemed to be considering it for a moment before saying, “Nah...I
kind of still like him.”
“Yeah?”
His amused eyes went to me as he asked, “what do you like about
him?”
Bella's head
slowly turned in my direction and with a deliberate gleam in her eye
she held my gaze for a long moment before her eyes oh so very slowly
raked down my body. The intensity was so strong I swear to god it
felt like her fingers were running over my skin and the tingle from
her touch, stung me. When her eyes came back to mine I was completely
blown away by what I saw, it was pure, it was raw, it was absolute –
love.
Holding my
eyes, I watched the slow smile rise on her face at the same time my
dick rose against my jeans and my little tease turned into Pappy's
side, raised her and wiggled her finger at him. As he leaned down
towards her, Bella raised up on her toes, cupped her hand over her
mouth and whispered in his ear and a second later Pappy threw his
head back in a roar of laughter.
What the
fuck did she say?
Seemingly
pleased with herself Bella giggled right along with him as he said,
“If that ever changes Darling, you let me know.”
Okay, that
was two men she had an intimate exchange with in as many minutes,
strutting the five feet towards them to reclaim my girl I asked,
“What did you say?”
“Ahhhh...”
Bella was cut off by Pappy's entertained voice, “Don't tell him
Darling... keep him guessing.”
That was not
going to work for me, because I wanted to know what was so fucking
funny. “Isabella?”
Her chin
tilted up to catch my face before she looked around the surrounding
area, “Ah...I don't see a bed around here.”
“A Bed?”
Linda wondered as she stepped up next to her husband, “You want a
bed Bella?”
“Not
particularly,” she said while giving me a grin. Twice that day I
had strong armed her into conceding to my will, the bed comment was
Bella's subtle way of letting me know I wasn't going to get away with
doing it again. Instead, I switched tactics.
Cupping my
hand on the side of her neck, I let my thumb graze along her jaw line
while I looked into her eyes before leaning in to let my nose touch
hers. With a feather light touch I slowly skimmed the tip over her
cheek, down her jaw, and over her mouth. The catch in her breath came
as her lips parted before I touched mine to hers in a kiss that
clearly said she was owned. The hand on her neck held firm but Bella
didn't try to pull away; instead her hand came up to fist themselves
into my shirt, giving as good as she got.
My head was
swimming; my dick was pounding, my body demanding more closeness as
my other hand latched onto the fullness off her bottom to pull her
against me. The feel of her mouth against mine, the taste of her
tongue moving in my mouth while her soft, warm little body withered
against me was just too much. I was three fucking seconds away from
losing my control and taking her right there against a fucking tree
when I suddenly remembered we weren't alone.
I was fucking
breathing heavy as I pulled away from Bella's mouth, and I have to
admit that what I saw when I did was staggering. It wasn't our
audience, because frankly except for my brother –I don't fucking
play in front of family – they have all been front and center for a
hell of a lot more than a kiss.
NO, it was
my girl that had me so engrossed.
My mind went
back to our first kiss, in the court yard at the center. As first
kisses went, it was a good one that gave me a hint of the passion
Bella held inside her. It was also one that was interrupted by Carol
and my father. Being caught didn't mean shit to me; however Bella had
a different reaction. Our first kiss had left her eyes glassy with
desire, her body heaving with panting breaths, and her cheeks
flushed with chagrin at being caught.
All of that
came back to me as I looked at my girl, her eyes were glassy with
desire, her body heaved with panting breaths, and her cheeks were
flush but not for the same reason. There was no mortification to be
had, my girl was turned on, she was feeling the pulse beat through
her, just the same as I was, and she was in a state of pure need.
Oh, yeah,
my little one was growing up
The sight tore at me because I wanted
so badly to stand there and enjoy it, yet I still had a mission to
fulfill. Smiling warmly, I let my thumb once again stroke against her
face as I asked sweetly, “What did you say to Pappy baby?”
Taking a deep breath, I watched Bella's
eyes flutter closed as her head tilted into my hand as if she was
savoring the feel of my touch and then as she straightened, her eyes
opened and a smile formed on her face right before she rocked my
world by saying, “That's for me to know, and you to find out.”
I heard the laughter, I couldn't
exactly say who was laughing because they all were, but I was too
damn busy forcing my mouth closed as I watched Bella walk to my bike.
It was only when I felt Pappy slapping me on the shoulder that full
homeostasis returned.
“You can thank me for that later my
friend.”
Okay, maybe it wasn't completely
returned because I didn't understand that comment.
“Pardon?”
“Edward, that was a challenge if ever
I heard one.”
My eyes went to Bella who was standing
by the bike slipping on her leather jacket while she stared at me
with a shit eating I-got-a-secret grin.
Then, to make matters worse Pappy called over, “Don't you tell him Darling...it'll be our little secret.”
And my girl squared her shoulders,
pursed her lips, and did the tick-a-lock in front of her lips before
tossing the imaginary key over her shoulder.
The hand that was still on my shoulder
tapped a few more times as Pappy snickered, “Oh yeah, you're
definitely going to owe me for that my friend ...big time.”
Nodding my head, we said our final
good-byes before climbing on the bike and heading for home. Bella
snuggled up against my back, her head against my shoulder, her thighs
pressed against my legs, and her arms wrapped firmly around my waist.
I really wanted to know what she told Pappy, yet part of me hoped her
stubborn streak would hold out and she'd make me work for it. Either
way, Bella knew damn well what she was doing and she wasn't shying
away from letting me or anyone else know it. I thought about that
while we crossed the bridge over Lake Washington
I loved my family and I liked spending
time with them and I certainly hoped the Cullen and Swan combination
went just as smoothly as our mixing of social circles has, but I also
hoped they didn't linger all night. I wanted to spend some quality
time with Bella, she laid down a gauntlet and I wasn't going to
disappoint her by not picking it up.
Pulling into the driveway, all thoughts
of anything pleasant left me as I saw the Seattle Police Cruiser and
Officer Hawk along with his partner standing on the porch. Turning to
watch us, I stopped short of pulling into the garage and Emmett
pulled up next to me. Kicking down the stand I kept my eyes on the
two officers while Bella stepped off the back of the bike.
“Edward?”
“It's ok baby. Let's go see what they
want.”
Emmett and Rose followed us and as we
approached the porch Hawk tipped his head to Bella, “Ms. Swan, I
thought you might like to know, early this morning Michael Newton was
picked up and arrested during a raid.”
“You got him?”
“We do.”
Good...that's good.
As relieved as I was I needed to know,
“Did you talk to him? Did he say anything about breaking into my
house? Or fucking around with Bella?” then I asked the most
important thing, “Did you get Karen too?”
Officer Hawk didn't let me go on with
my questioning, “I only had a few minutes with him before his
lawyer showed up, so in answer to your questions, as of right now the
answer is 'no.'”
“What about Karen?” Bella wondered
in a quiet voice.
Hawk's partner took a deep breath, “She
wasn't with him at the time of his arrest, and she wasn't in the
motel room where they have been staying and...”
His hesitation had me on edge, “And
what?”
“And...All of her prescription
medications were left in the room.”
“She...she doesn't have her meds?”
“It would appear that way Ms. Swan.”
Bella looked to me with a mask of total
fear, it moved me so much that I didn't hesitate to pull her against
me, tuck her head under my chin and try as hard as I could to shield
her. “It's going to be ok baby. I'll keep you safe.”
Tightening my arms around her, I kissed
the top of her head and prayed to god he'd give me the strength and
the wisdom to keep my promise.
