THE VISIT to OLD FRIENDS
Quite a few months later
Some posh suburbanite neighborhood, back in Austin, Texas
BELLA SWAN POV
“I cannot believe we’re doing this… again.” I shake my head, still wondering why I agreed to it.
Edward smirks and I wanna slap him.
“You are still so fucking sexy when you do that, ya know.” He pulls his jeans up and zips them, making my eyebrow quirk a little, wondering if he’ll go with just the jeans on… no shirt.
“Screw you, Edward.”
“Right this very moment, Bindy?” he asks, knowing I will seriously knock him out for calling me something other than Bella these days. I swear it’s like he’s a glutton for punishment.
“In your wet dreams.”
“That you cause.”
“That your hand causes.”
“My hand that you’re directing.”
I huff.
“I am so going to kick your ass as soon as I’m done here,” I warn him while I brush some powder over top of my blush.
“I think I could take you… if you dared me… if you’re not scared to dare me, that is,” he teases and I roll my eyes, ending with a glare that tells him I’m contemplating it.
“You’d like that.”
“I totally would.”
He is such… a jackass.
But god I love him.
I ignore him and go back to applying make-up in hopes that it distracts me from wanting to jump his bones and give him an even bigger ego than he already has.
“I hate these things.”
“It’s only for one afternoon, Bella.” He disappears into the other room of our hotel suite. “Hey, do you know where I put my wallet?”
We’re back at the Driskell for our stay and it gives me the creeps. I don’t like thinking about Marcus or Felix or… anything else about the life we’d led the last time we were here. The only thing good about it was Edward, and what I’d found in him.
I notice I’ve stopped applying make-up again and am simply staring at the girl in the mirror across from me. She’s so different now. Not quite as angry as once upon a time. More trusting of… well, at least a certain someone I share a bed with these days.
I pull my lips upward, reflecting the gratefulness I feel about that.
“Can’t we just… tell them we had technical difficulties and go back to the boat?”
He laughs. “Found it!”
Idiot.
I breathe out. I guess I’ll survive one afternoon back in civilization. It’s just that… well, I’ve really gotten quite used to being alone… with Edward… and Edward’s fingers… and… other parts that I’ve grown accustomed to having whenever I damn well please.
I suppose I miss Rose and Alice a little bit. And Emmett… maybe… And Jasper.
I smile bigger, thinking back to a time when Edward would have just shot him in the head for being a little too flirtatious with me, but it was never really like that. He was just… nice.
But it sure was fun watching Edward squirm back then.
Still is.
I’ve never really had “friends” before, so this was all very strange for me. Flying back to Austin just to see them… and talk… without the underlying “scam” as the forefront of conversations.
I wasn’t sure how I would do, having conversations with people and just trying to get to know them a little better as opposed to trying to “get” something on them in order to further my career in an organization that thrived on ruining people’s lives.
I’m not even sure they’ll want anything to do with me, considering right up until the end there, I was still willing to ruin them for the sake of saving myself… for saving Edward. I’m still not even sure how much he’s told Alice and Rose, but I guess that Emmett and Jasper have broken it to them… slightly at least.
I glance over at him as he struggles with the cuffs of his button down and I grin so big I’ll never be able to hide it if he catches me staring.
I don’t care… not really.
I just love him.
I love him so much I can hardly contain it within my own heart, sometimes.
A “first” that I am still not used to... and hope I never get used to. I love the feeling. I love… loving him.
Part of me is a little nervous to go out in public like we’re about to, even though it hasn’t been much work to avoid anyone from Marcus’ organization who might be trying to track since we’d left for Italy. Emmett’s made sure of that. And with his ear to the ground about what might be going on, along with Jasper’s, I haven’t really feared for my life in quite some time.
It’s a nice change.
“Ready?” Edward asks, slinking his hands around my waist as he dips his lips to my neck and kisses me so lightly it leaves goose bumps in its wake.
I look at us in the mirror and I remember a time when, had he touched me like this, I would have decked him. But now…
“Ready and willing,” I tell him and I twist in his arms to get the full version of Edward’s kisses.
He pushes forward, leaning the two of us over the vanity of the bathroom as his hands wander down, along the side of my dress, seeking out the hem, but I stop them before they get too far.
“We have that thing to get to,” I say to him with my own version of a smirk. “Remember?”
He curses into my breasts and then plants more kisses, moving up along my neckline until he meets my lips again, and ends the trip there, simply eying me, then turns to leave.
After I straighten myself and fix my lipstick, I follow Edward out and our hands entwine together effortlessly as we find the elevator.
“Awesome, now I can’t stop thinking about getting that dress off of you later,” he says and I am definitely smirking now. Because he has no idea what’s in store for him.
“Me too,” I say back as other people crowd into the elevator with us and I squeeze his hand out of nervousness.
He squeezes back, silently assuring me everything will be fine.
I’m like this a lot, in crowds.
I know how Marcus works. I am always on the lookout for people who seem… not quite in the right place.
Edward is the same way, he may not show it to the extent that I do, but I know him. He’s not stupid. He also suspects that one day, like it or not, someone will catch up with us. But he seems quite relaxed today and I wonder why.
Maybe he’s just excited to see Emmett and Jasper.
Maybe he knows about some super secret extra detail that he didn’t bother telling me about.
I’ll give him shit about that later.
For now… we’re driving through familiar streets in a rented Hummer and I’m having serious deja vu.
“Do you remember that day?”
Edward chuckles. “Um… what day?”
“That day… I just bought Jimmy Choos for less than what I’d have paid for retail shoes on sale.”
He nods with a thoughtful smile as he watches the road. “I do.”
“And you grabbed my ass in front of Alice.”
He turns his head slightly and eyes me sideways. “Well, it was kinda begging to be grabbed, Bella.”
I snort. Then smile as I admit to him, “I liked it.”
Edward adjusts himself without another word before going back to concentrating on the road and I’m soooo smug, thinking, part one of my plan is officially in motion.
As we pull up to Jasper and Alice’s home, back in the neighborhood we’d spent a few months in, I’m flooded with memories, including guilt over our intentions during that time and my feet pull to an abrupt stop before we even get to the sidewalk.
Edward jerks to a halt and turns to see the look of terror in my eyes that tell him I don’t want to face these people. Not after what we almost did to them.
His eyebrows pull together and he lets go of my hand, only to put both of his against each side of my face.
“Bella, these people care about you. That’s why they invited us back. It’s gonna be fine.”
I swallow a lump in the back of my throat and nod. Then he kisses me, reminding me of the long hard road we took to be where we are… right in this moment.
I sigh into his beautiful mouth and relax a little, regaining a bit of my own self-assuredness.
And as we’re entering the back yard of one of our dearest friends, Edward just has to ask, “So, tell me Bella, so I can make some plans… what color underwear are you wearing today?”
My lips turn up as Alice bounces over to meet us, and just before she reaches out to hug me, I tell him, “I’m not wearing any.”
“I am so glad you came, Bella!” Alice chimes in and pulls me away from my very stunned, very does not know who he’s dealing with lover man, and I wave a small wave to him thinking, That’s right buddy, let it sink in a little.
The afternoon passes and I am so glad we came after all.
Alice and Rose may know a thing or two about what Edward and I had been dabbling in but they don’t bring it up. Not even once. And I think to myself for the unknownth time how lucky I am to have met these people and to have them in my life.
We laugh about shoes, the upcoming fashion season and movie stars who definitely should not be allowed to dress themselves.
I flirt from across the yard with Edward. I’m horrible but I just love making him horny and uncomfortable. It’s adorable. And the pay off will be huge if I play my cards right.
This visit is so much more than I expected. So much different from a previous life as we eat and we talk and we just… are.
It’s wonderful and I’m forever grateful that Edward fell in love with me.
Fell in love with us.
Because without him, I’d be no one. Nothing. My life would have no meaning.
And speaking of meaning.
“You’re not very nice, Bella,” he whispers into my ear as a hand slides its way over my ass and I have to bite my lip to keep from beaming like an idiot.
I also practically have to cross my legs to keep the wetness in that he’s creating.
I smile and nod at something one of Alice’s friends say and I lean into him. “I’m nice,” I tell him. “I’m very… nice.”
He shakes his head slowly and his eyes are scanning the back yard. I know what he’s doing. He’s looking for a place to hide. But I don’t want to hide.
Not too much.
“Does anyone need another drink?” I ask the crowd and only a couple of people acknowledge.
“Wanna help me?” I ask Edward, who just gives me the single most sexiest look, then licks his lips.
“Oh, I’ll help you, alright.”
He follows me over to the large cooler holding all things liquid, homed just around a small nook of a corner by the side of the house. When we’re just out of eye sight from most of the guests, he grasps my wrist and twists my body into him, so I can feel his dick against my midsection.
I hold his glare and cock an eyebrow. “Can I help you with something?”
“What are you trying to do me, Bella?” he asks coldly but it’s not with anger, it’s with passion.
Cold. Sexy. Hard core… passion.
I hitch a leg up, wasting no time giving him the access he needs.
That I want.
So badly right now.
His eyes dip down between us, then follow his hand as it glides its way effortlessly down along my thigh until it reaches that hem he was so desperately looking for earlier.
When he looks up at me again, he seems only slightly hesitant.
“You always wanted to know what that finger fuck at your neighbors house would be like, yes?”
Edward’s eyes… so dark now… and intense, are looking down at me with something I’ve never tired of seeing. And never will.
“I love you,” he tells me.
“Prove it.”
And how’s that for a dare, Mr. Cullen?
He pushes me against the brick wall of Jasper’s home and leans in to put his lips against mine, moving swiftly and smoothly, tasting my tongue while his hand moves further up, and now under my dress.
And when his fingers reach the heat that’s waiting for him, I take in a gasp of air at the contact. His fingers are chilled compared to how I feel there and it’s exhilarating.
Exciting.
“This what you want?” he murmurs against my lips as his body flushes with mine.
“Yes,” I tell him, squirming with anticipation and he doesn’t tease… there’s just no time… someone might see. So he plunges into me after only a few seconds of wetting his fingers with my slickness and my eyes close, just relishing in the feel of him inside of me like this.
“Jesus,” Edward mumbles and pushes another finger into me. “I fucking love you.”
“Say it again.”
“I fucking… love… you,” he affirms, syncing his words to his rhythm.
Then he finds my clit… that little nub just at the top of everything and he circles…
He circles... and he rubs lightly, watching my every expression and he dips again, pushing deeper and deeper. As far as he can go before pulling out again to circle and rub… circle and rub.
“Fuck.” And it leaves my lips like the air.
He smiles, then his lips are next to my ear. “Ladywhowantstocum says what?” He taunts me but it’s a little slower than I remember... his voice, gruffer... and I swear, if I wasn’t dying to do just that, I’d kill him. instead, all I can bring myself to say is, “What.”
Edward loves this… this utter control he has over me with all things having to do with sex… especially when he’s the one in charge and I don’t care because he completely owns me in the bedroom.
Or… up against a brick wall at our good friends’ home.
I’d never tell him that though…. Most of the time.
“Cum for me, Bella,” he tells me with just a hint of gloating. “Cum for me before someone sees us,” he says. “Or is that what you want?”
Circle, rub, dip, push… circle, rub, dip…
Pushhhhhhhhh.
“Fuck.”
He feels so good… So right. I don't want it to end but his words… and his actions, they're just killing me.
“You want them to know, don’t you? That I’m finger fucking you over here, at their perfect little cook out…”
Circle…
“With their perfect little friends…”
Rub…
“With their perfect…”
Dip.
“Little…”
Push.
“Conversations,” he whispers into my ear and I am done.
I am so done.
I grab onto his shoulders and hold tightly as I climax while Edward rubs my clit hard.
I’m biting down onto my bottom lip so hard in order to keep from screaming out that I think it’s going to bleed, and when I’m finally done, I can’t breathe.
It takes me a good long thousands of lifetimes to breathe normal again and then Edward brushes the hair out of my face before kissing me again.
So soft.
So perfect.
“Goddamn, you are a sight,” he tells me and we have… zero time to fix ourselves before I hear Alice.
“I think they went to go get some more drinks.”
“Shit.”
I straighten my dress and Edward promises to clean me up better ASAP just as Emmett rounds that little nook of a corner, finding us.
“What are you two up to?” he asks playfully as he nudges Edward and hands him a plate full of seconds. Edward gladly takes a chicken wing into his mouth so he won’t have to say a word. I know this trick, he’s thinking of something witty to say.
It’s alright. I don’t mind answering for him.
“Just getting my friendly neighborhood cookout finger fuck, Emmett,” I say.
Edward chokes on a chicken wing and Emmett’s mouth drops open in both shock and awe.
I simply smile and wink as I take a wing for myself before heading over to finish my conversation with the girls and, yeah... maybe with slightly more shimmy in my shake than normal.
