~oOo~
I stood there in front of the bike lift, elbow deep in grease, working on an engine build for a fucktastic bike Alice had designed for one of our high profile clients. That little hellion on wheels could really come up with some unbelievable designs.
I looked at the clock on the wall and noticed that Mini Me should be bounding into the shop any minute now. Rose had offered to pick him up so I could get a little further along on this build before I had to call it quits for the night. It was Tuesday, and Masen’s first private lesson with Bella. She would be coming by later in the afternoon. If I thought I was excited over the idea that in just a few hours, Bella Swan, fucking hottest teacher EVER, would be in our condo in T minus three hours, I had nothing on Masen.
The hurricane that was my son blew in through the open garage door and nearly careened head first into me.
“Whoa, there! Where’s the fire? At the speed you’re going you’re bound to end up in the ER before dinner! Where are you headed in such a hurry?”
“Dad! You know where I’m going. I’ve got a ton of homework, and want to get it all done before tonight!”
He looked at me knowingly, raising his eyebrows to emphasize the fact that something very significant was happening this evening. I didn’t have the chance to tease my son about what he was referring to; his Uncle Emmett beat me to it.
“Hey, what’s the big deal about tonight, Mini Me? Is there a Power Rangers marathon on or something?”
“What? What the heck are you talking about, Uncle Emmett? And what’s a Power Ranger? You can be so weird sometimes...”
“Well, if not the Power Rangers, then is it Pokemon? No, maybe it’s...wait is this about a girl? Do you have a date, Little Man? Woot! Look at our boy, all growed up and crushin’ on the females! That’s my boy!”
Emmett raised his fist for the Cullen bump only to be denied and glared at by his nephew.
“Shut it, Uncle Em! I do not have a crush on any girls! That’s just gross. All they wanna do is make kissy faces at you, and everybody knows that’s how you get Swine Flu.”
“Ph-lease! You don’t get Swine Flu from kissing girls, Masen! You get it from kissing
pigs!” Emmett roared at his own, sad joke while Masen and I just eyed him, not amused.
“Yeah, I guess that’s a good thing for you, Uncle Em, ‘cause Rose would already be dying from H1N1 with as much as you and her are attached at the lips. Seriously, dude, that’s just gross.”
Mini Me had just succeeded in both calling Emmett a pig and calling him on his less than subtle relationship with one of our business partners. I fist bumped the youngest Cullen man, congratulating him on holding his own with his ass of an uncle.
“Ooooo! Burn! Good job, Masen. Look, he’s speechless, man! I think this may just be a first in the Eclipse Chop Shop! Attention everyone! Masen has stunned Emmett into silence. The big oaf has no response. I declare Masen Anthony Cullen the dominator of the Trash Talk War!”
“Whatever, little boy. Come and talk to me when you’re a man! Then we’ll see how gross you think it is.” Em tried to recover, but the battle had been won, and Masen was the clear victor. I raised his hand in the air like a prize fighter and circled the garage floor with him. He laughed, and I looked down at the little man at my side. That sound was my favorite sound in all the world.
Nothing even came close to it.
Nothing, Cullen? Nothing? Not even Bella screaming your name as she shudders around you?
I was instantly back in Bella’s bed, pressed against her kitchen counter, seeing her perched on her piano. I shook off the images and sounds from the last time we were together. I had to admit that, in the past few days, a lot had changed in my life, this minor detail of my favorite sound being one of them. I’d admitted as much to myself.
Okay, fine. Masen’s laughter is one of my favorite sounds.
Lately there are other sounds that I had come to highly favor and prefer, and any sound that passed those naughty lips of Ms. Swan was at the top of the list.
“Dad? Dad! Earth to Dad! Where did you go?” Masen waved his hand in front of my face, jumping up to try to reach high enough to do so.
“Oh, I was just thinking about dinner.”
“Well, I’m going in the office to get some homework done before we leave. What time are we leaving?”
I’d never, in all his years, ever seen Masen eager to leave the shop. He had it bad. Just like his old man.
“We’ll leave around five.”
“Okay, sounds good, I’ll be in the office.”
I watched the youngest member of the Cullen clan as he climbed the stairs and sequestered himself in the room that overlooked the entire garage. The windows that enclosed the joint office were more like glass walls than windows and allowed me to keep an eye on him without ever having to leave what I was doing. Occasionally I would glance up to see him flipping through a text book, that same furrow in his brow that I get when I’m concentrating, creasing the spot above his eyes. He amazed me, not solely because of his talent, but by just being. He was the best thing I had ever done. For all the things Jess and I had fucked up together, he was the one thing we had done right.
I went back to work on the bike in front of me, looking up when I hear the familiar snickering of my fucktard of a brother.
“What are you laughing at you knob?”
“You. I’m laughing at you, twat swatter, and what the fuck is a ‘knob’?”
“I’m glad I amuse you so easily, but you still didn’t answer the question. And whose twat am I swatting?”
“I’m laughing at you, because you are so obviously trying to hide something from us. While you may be succeeding in keeping what it is that you're hiding a secret, you most definitely have a secret. Believe me, I will find out what it is that you’re hiding, and when I do, you will wish you had just told me from the beginning. You’re life will be misery personified, mo-fo. As far as twat swatting, that might just be the million dollar question...”
“Knob. Noun. One who is a dick or dick head. Used in a sentence? Emmett is every bit a knob when he doesn’t get his way in something.”
“Shut up, asshole. Twat swatter. Noun. One who swats another’s chance at scoring some twat. The female equivalent of a cock blocker. Used in a sentence? Eddie boy is a grade "A" twat swatter and can swat a twat from across the room, leaving his buddies with blue balls. Got it?”
“Sure, Em. That one’s great. No, really, it is. So glad you taught me that one, and can’t wait to use it. What would I do without my brother around to teach me new vulgar vocab? It’s good to know that expensive as fuck education Mom and Dad paid for is coming in handy.”
“Shut the fuck up, Eddie boy, and finish up that engine so I can get paid. I wanna get outta here before midnight tonight. Rosie’s looking a little neglected, if ya know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I know what you mean, you insatiable knob, but I’m leaving early; Masen has his first tutoring lesson tonight. We’re gonna leave by five. Sorry man, you’ll just have to wait another day to get paid and to get laid!”
“Oh, hella no! I’m not worried about getting paid, and I’m sure as hell not worried about getting laid! I could get some right now if I wanted to!”
I shook my head at his outburst.
“Well, you just do that, Em; I’ve got to get Masen home. See ya tomorrow. I won’t bother to call tonight, seeing as you’ll be ‘getting some’.”
~oOo~
I barely had the door unlocked when Masen pushed passed me into the condo. He flew back to his room calling something about having to “clean up his room” over his shoulder as he disappeared in a blur. I started to worry that he may be sick. Or high. What nine year old boy willingly cleans up their room without threat of bodily harm first? Apparently my son, that’s who.
I went about my usual evening routine; I took a quick shower to wash the grime and grease from the shop away, and then I got to work on dinner. Masen usually liked to either help with dinner or sit at the bar counter and do his homework while I cooked, but tonight he was, er, otherwise occupied. The more I thought about Masen’s behavior, the more I realized it was a good idea to check on him. Just to be sure he wasn’t huffing paint fumes or permanent markers. What? At least that would explain his bizarre behavior! Okay, it was a shitty thought, but you never know with kids these days.
Fuck! I sound like a seventy-five year old instead of an almost thirty year old! Maybe I’ve been huffing and just fried so many brain cells that I can’t remember.
I listened at his door for a moment to see if I heard any strange sounds, like spray cans being emptied into plastic bags. All I could hear was the sound of Muse blaring from his speakers. It would figure that the kid would inherit my fuckawesome taste in music. Hell, he had my talent and my crazy ass hair, why not taste in music, too?
I knocked on his door and opened it, half expecting to find him sitting on the edge of his bed with a plastic shopping bag gathered to his face and his bedroom floor littered with various shades of spray paint. What I found was equally shocking; his floor wasn’t littered with anything. The entire room was spotless. You might have thought a forty-five year old anal retentive woman lived in this room as immaculate as it was. Well, except for the posters of motorcycles and Wolverine covering the walls. Not that there was anything wrong with a forty-something year old woman having posters of choppers and Hugh Jackman as Wolverine on her walls, it was just unusual, that’s all. I stood there in Me’s doorway, gaping at him folding the clean laundry he had piled on his neatly made bed. He looked up at me and asked, “Yeah, Dad? Did you need something?”
I stood there for a moment, shocked and frozen in place. I moved to check the temperature of his forehead with the back of my hand.
“Dad?! What is your major malfunction? Knock it off! I’m trying to get this finished before Ms. Swan gets here!”
Ahhh... so that’s what all this fuckery was about!
“Well, your room looks really great, Me. Should I expect this level of cleanliness weekly?”
“Huh? What do you mean, Dad?”
I leaned against the door jam and crossed my arms across my chest, grinning as I prepared to tease my son mercilessly.
“I was just wondering if you planned to do this each Tuesday when Ms. Swan came for your lesson, or if it was a onetime thing?”
I watched my son’s face as it dawned on him that I knew what he was up to. It flashed through confusion, on to embarrassment, and then finally anger.
“Da-ad! I am not cleaning my room for Ms. Swan! Can’t a kid clean his own dang room without someone thinking he’s up to something ? Geesh!”
“Actually, no. Especially when said kid is notorious for never cleaning the aforementioned room unless threatened with bodily harm or suspension from all electronic devices for a month’s time.”
“That’s not true, and you know I hate it when you talk like that, Dad. It’s just creepy. There’s nothing wrong with me wanting to clean up my room. It is my room, and besides, most parents would be happy that their kid was cleaning their room without being told.”
“Maybe so, but after the initial excitement wore off they’d start to worry that their kid was on drugs. Are you on drugs, Masen? Because this behavior is sooo not like you. First you’re in a hurry to do your homework, and now you’re cleaning your room? What’s next? Will you be taking a shower without me having to force you to?”
“Shut it, Dad! And shouldn’t you be making dinner instead of bugging me? I’m starving! What’s for dinner, anyway?”
“Ahhh, my son, master of the convo switcheroo! Okay, fine, I’ll let you off the hook. For now. We will discuss this whole “cleaning” business at a later time. Until then, stay away from the duster and the toilet cleaner. I don’t want you getting into any addictive behavior.”
Masen threw a wad of socks at me, and laughed when I easily ducked out of the way.
“Get out of my room, Dad! Go make dinner before I run away from home!”
“Like I could be so lucky.”
“Ha. Ha. One day... You’ll be sorry. One day.”
“Whatever, punk kid.”
He threw a second pair of socks at me and it beaned me in the back of the head as I walked away. I rubbed the spot where it hit me in mock injury.
“Ow! No dessert for you, young man. You need to learn to respect your elders.”
I could hear his laughter as I made my way to the kitchen to collect what I needed to start grilling tonight’s meal. I started on the steaks I had marinating in the fridge and got a beer out, popping off the cap. I gathered the rest of the ingredients and headed out to the balcony of our third floor condo to fire up the grill. I had to smile when I thought about the fucking amazing kid in the other room. He never ceased to surprise and thrill me. Like I said earlier, he is the best thing I have ever done.
We had two hours before Bella would arrive once we got home. Plenty of time to eat dinner and get some things done before she got here. I took a few minutes to straighten our usually immaculate house. I liked things neat, let’s just leave it at that. How I ended up with a slob for a son was beyond me, and the irony was fucking hilarious to everyone except me. Masen had been a mess in motion from the moment he entered the world. I had spent the first three years of his life going behind him picking up the disaster he’d leave in his wake. I gave up when he was three, and decided to just go with the flow. By the time he was able to clean up after himself, I had already resolved to either living in a pigsty for the rest of his teen years, until he left for college, or cleaning up after him until then. I chose the latter, but not in an anal retentive kind of way. I still liked a clean house; I just wasn’t a psycho about it anymore. Mostly.
Dinner was simple, but good, and Me went to finish up his homework. I wasn’t surprised when the knock sounded on the door at seven, and I went to answer it, expecting Masen to shove past me to get to it first. Judging from the music that was blaring from underneath his door I was pretty sure that he hadn’t heard Bella arrive. I smirked as I opened the door to her. I knew exactly how I would greet my son’s teacher.
There she stood, in those tiny white shorts that showed off her fucking amazing legs, a tank top that read “I get wet in Forks, WA”, and her chucks. Damn she could make anything sexy! I took the view of her in, every inch, as I looked her over from head to toe.
She spoke first, but only managed to squeak out a, “Hey there,” before I grabbed her around her waist, dragging her in through the doorway and quickly shut the door behind her. I pressed her against the door and covered her body with my own. My arm never lost her waist, while my other hand pressed against the door just above her head. It served to ground me; to remind me where we were and who was nearby.
I covered her mouth with my own when she tried to speak again. I drank her in. Our kiss deepened and Bella arched her back away from the door and pressed her body along the length of my own. We moaned in unison at the contact. It had only been a day since we last saw each other, but oh, what a day that had been! I groaned her name at the memory of our last time together. What would probably be our last time together for a while. Whatever the fuck that meant.
I was reluctant to break our kiss, but I was trying to respect her wishes, and I was gentleman, if nothing else. Stupid fucker that I was, I also agreed with her logic from our conversation yesterday. The one that had us both saying that things were moving really fast, and some decisions had to be made.
She was my son’s teacher and tutor, an amazing woman, and someone I did not want to risk messing things up with. And let’s face it;, I had a pretty good track record of screwing things up with women. So we’d decided to slow things down, but only after a night of fucking amazing sex, the most fucking amazing sex EVER.
“Um, hi,” was her shy greeting after I stepped back from her, only a step. I couldn’t stand to be too far from her after being so close.
“Hi. How are you?”
“Horny, wet, crazed, and now I get to teach a piano lesson to a kid who could teach me a fucking thing or two about playing. The entire time I’ll be focusing on his father sitting in the next room; and fantasizing about fucking him. So, great, I guess.”
I couldn’t resist the need to tease the woman who had just admitted to me in my foyer that she wanted to fuck me senseless. So I pushed the envelope, snaking my arm from around her waist and sliding my hand down her hip bone. It slipped between her thighs and brushed against the warm fabric where her legs met. She gasped at my touch. Yes, she was warm, and wet. I could feel the dampness seeping through the thin cotton of her shorts. I wondered for a brief second if she even had any panties on.
Her hand moved to cover mine when I went to move it away she whimpered and pressed it back onto her. I gave her my best Cullen smile and kissed her lips gently, almost chastely, as I took a small step back away from her, giving her space as I reminded her of our earlier conversation.
“Bella, dear. As much as I’d love to continue this with you, we both agreed that we needed to work on developing a relationship beyond the physical before being together again.”
“Whose stupid idea was that?” She whined.
“Yours, and it wasn’t stupid. Not to mention that Masen’s just down that hall and bound to come flying out of his very clean room at any fucking moment. I don’t think he’d understand this view we’d be giving him.”
Bella agreed with a moan, and pressed gently against my chest for me to step back further. She pressed one last chaste kiss on my lips before slipping under my arm which was, still pressed against the door. I groaned from the loss of her closeness, my forehead thudding against the door next my hand.
“Well, are we doing this or what? I can’t teach a piano lesson without a student or a piano. Care to provide both?”
I smiled in awe at the woman. She could go from zero to sixty in 2.3 seconds and back to zero just as fast. How could she be so alluring one moment and then so business- like the next? She was going to have to give me lessons on how to do that.
“Yes, I can and will provide both. Would you like anything else, love? Maybe a drink?”
“You mean like, ‘Coffee, tea, or me?’”
I shook my head and snickered at her joke. We headed in the direction of the living room where the piano sat.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“No, thank you. I’m good. Where’s Masen, and is that Muse blaring from somewhere?”
“He’s been body snatched by aliens and is presently cleaning his room, and yes, that is Muse. It’s the only way I know that’s still my son in that room back there. He loves that band, so even though he’s acting all whacked out, I know it’s still him in there, somewhere.”
“It will only get stranger as he gets older. Be glad it’s positive behaviors and not destructive ones. Isn’t there a saying about looking a gift horse in the mouth?”
“Did you just compare my son to a horse?”
“Not purposefully, no, but I do need to see said son. Should I let him know I’m here or will you?”
“Um, he may die of embarrassment if I let you back there without him knowing first. I’ll go get him. You can get settled in here.
Let me know if you need anything.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that. Wait, Edward? This piano is...almost exactly mine. This is going to be very…interesting.”
Didn’t I know it. She was hinting at what was still yet to come.
“You’re just now finding that out, love?”
I looked back at her as I left to collect the little genius. She was beautiful and killing me. I’d had some time to think about what we talked about just yesterday. We did need to slow things down. This woman was someone I wanted in our lives for a long time, so I didn’t want to fuck up whatever was developing between us.
I informed Masen that Bella was here and he was by her side in a flash. By the time I had caught up to him he had his arms around her waist telling her how excited he was about his lessons. Bella had one arm draped over his shoulders and the other was tousling his hair.
“We’ll see how excited you are after the first lesson, little man. You may not be quite so happy with me afterwards. I’m pretty demanding of my private students.”
“Oh, I’m ready; besides, I already know you’re tough from school. How bad could it be?”
“You are so on, buster! You’re gonna be crying like a little baby by the time this lesson is over!”
They both laughed as they settled into a familiar routine established many weeks ago in the classroom. I mentioned I’d be around if they needed me, and then went off to finish cleaning up after dinner. When everything was back in order I decided to take another beer out on the balcony and enjoy the weather and the view.
I left the French doors open so I could hear the two of them practice and interact. Within a few moments of settling in, I heard the opening notes of Claire de Lune wafting out to me. I laughed out loud at the memory of playing that same piece for Bella just a few days ago. Bella called out to me from where they sat, teasing me.
“We thought you’d like that one!”
The song stopped and I heard another familiar Debussy piece, this one fun and upbeat. “Le Petit Negre” was challenging, but whimsical, and a piece I knew Masen would love learning how to play. I watched the waves and my mind wandered back to my last date with Bella. Technically, it was our first date, but we hadn’t seen each other since that dinner Sunday evening, which rolled into Monday morning after I’d spent the night. I’d spend every night in Bella’s bed, if I had it my way, but we needed to do this the right way, for all parties involved. Most of all, Masen.
~oOo~
I had arrived at Bella’s at six o’clock on Sunday like she had instructed, with an amazing bottle of wine in hand. Okay, I was a few minutes early, but only about fifteen. I had an idea which house was hers; I’d passed it countless times riding up and down A1A, but never knew it was her home. It was a beautiful beach house; a three story with yellow siding and white trim. The second and third stories were rimmed with deep covered porches all around the building; shading the multitude of windows and French doors. It was classic Florida architecture. I’d often admired this house and wondered what it looked like inside.
I stood at the front door- tall, all glass- and peered in for a moment before knocking. Loud music was radiating throughout the house and it sounded vaguely familiar. I could see Bella’s piano from where I stood, and behind it, I caught a glimpse of movement in another room. I knocked, but apparently she didn’t hear me. The music that I heard was too loud for her to hear me knocking. I tried again, this time harder. I could hear the song a little better, and it was the bluesy/rock of Joss Stone’s “Put Your Hands On Me”. My, my, Ms. Swan sure did have a dirty taste in music. First “Love Sex Magic”, now this? It was then that Bella moved into view of the glass door. For a moment I thought she was coming to open the door to me, but then I realized that she had no idea I was outside. I watched as she moved to the music, dancing around the house, moving her fucktastic hips to the beat. I laughed when I realized that she was singing along with the song, holding a wooden spoon as a mic.
I heard the lyrics she sang as her hands moved over her gyrating body, and I wanted desperately for those to be my hands instead of hers. The view was very nice, though.
I can't explain can't comprehend the world could reach its very end
and all I focus on is him
The way he moves, he found his groove there's nothing left to do
but tell the world the truth
Cause there's no way out
I love him
I feel him
Oh I'm lovin' those hands
Put your hands on me baby
You got me flipping
One more time
Put your hands on me baby
One taste I'm trippin’
Just kiss me baby, tell me you're mine
Put your hands on me baby
I was enraptured by her, lost in her siren song and dance. Just then, a beast of a dog rushed the door and stopped just short of
slamming into the glass, barking and growling at me. I jumped, startled by the attack; I had a feeling this animal would rip me to shreds if it had the chance. Bella looked up then, to see what the commotion was about, I’m sure, and noticed me standing on the other side of the door. I waved shyly and shrugged at the viscous display just inches away from my groin. She dropped the spoon on the counter and rushed to the door, turning down the music with a tiny remote and hushing the dog, commanding him to “heel” and “stand down.” The second command made me more nervous than the growling. I only hoped this dog obeyed as well as he protected.
Bella didn’t hesitate to open the door, and when she did, the beast that had only moments before been dying to castrate me, sat passively at her side, its tail thumping on the hardwood floor.
I could kiss whatever dog trainer trained that animal, and my dick was thankful too.
“Hello, Edward. So I see you’ve met Mr. Darcy. I’m sorry about that, but he doesn’t know you yet so he’s a bit protective, especially since we’re on his territory. Mr. Darcy, tell Edward you’re sorry and make nice with him. He’s our new friend!”
She looked down at the dog that could now be the poster animal for “Perfect Pets” and chastised him for his rude welcome. Mr. Darcy looked from Bella to me and reached out to touch my hand with his wet nose. He sniffed the limp limb and gave it a quick swipe with his massive tongue before looking back at his mistress. Satisfied with her safety, he sauntered off to another room.
Bella shrugged and said something about Darcy being a big teddy bear at heart, but a grizzly when provoked. I was going to have to argue with her if she tried to use the old “his bark is worse than his bite” saying, ‘cause I had the feeling that Mr. Darcy’s bite could be pretty fucking bad. I was prepared to avoid being alone with Mr. D. I had no desire to see how bad his bite was. Neither did my dick.
“Please come in, Edward. I promise Darcy won’t bother you. Are you afraid of dogs?”
I walked in and gaped at her. What made her think I was afraid of dogs?
“Hello, beautiful, and no, I am most certainly not afraid of dogs. I’m just leery of the ones that try to fucking castrate me through glass doors, that’s all. That’s one hell of a guard dog you have there. What kind of dog is Mr. Darcy?”
Bella’s laugh filled the house.
“Oh, Edward, I wasn’t insinuating that you were a pussy, you just looked pretty terrified when I came to the door. A lot of people are afraid of dogs, even big biker dudes. Darcy is an American Pit Bull. Pure bred, and more like a kitten than a Chihuahua. So, while I know you aren’t afraid of dogs, I can assure you that Mr. Darcy will not harm you in any way. Unless you are deathly allergic to dog slobber, in which case, we’ll need to keep him locked away, because I assure you that he will lick you repeatedly tonight. He’s a lover, not a fighter.”
We walked to the kitchen where I offered her the bottle of chilled Riesling. I was a sick bastard because Bella talking about “repeated licking” had me hard. How my dick could go from “scared as hell” to “ready to play” was a mystery, and I attributed it all to this woman. I ignored Eddie Jr. and assured Bella that I was fine with Darcy hanging out with us. Was there anything about this woman that wasn’t fuckhot? She rode, was a stellar musician, loved tatts, had the mouth of a trucker, the heart of an angel, and a Pitt Bull for a cuddle partner. I was learning just how badass Bella Swan really was.
She offered to give me the tour while our dinner finished cooking; it still had a few minutes before it was ready. It smelled amazing in the house - something Italian - and my stomach was beginning to rival another organ in its impatience.
I followed behind her as she led me through the space. She was stunning in a short sundress and bare feet. I wondered if I should have taken my shoes off when I entered the house. Some people were fanatics about that shit, but I figured she would have mentioned it when I came in, so I let it go. I also wondered if she had any panties on under that sundress, because, no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t make out a panty line. Not even a thong.
“Damn. I so hope she doesn’t have anything on under that dress! I’ll have to do a little hands on investigating...”
We moved through the open space, and I noticed every inch of the house afforded either a stunning, unobstructed view to the beach just across the street or the inlet behind. The interior was decorated with light, casual furnishing, all very fitting in a beach house. Blues, greens, and whites were the predominate colors. Soft, welcoming area rugs designated the different spaces in the open layout and the cross breeze from the doors and windows made the see through curtains blow in and out of the room. On this floor was the kitchen, dining room, living room, a beautiful office and a guest room. Bella had the all of the French doors open to the porch that surrounded the house, and we made our way out the front to look out at the waves. Pelicans and egrets soared through the sky.
“This is beautiful, Bella. I’ve always wondered what this place looked like from the inside. I would have never imagined this.”
We headed back inside and up the stairs to the third floor. This floor was also surrounded by the same covered porches. At the top of the stairs was a large landing which had a cozy seating area that several doors opened up onto. Bella showed me that two were guest rooms, and the third was her room. Each room was beautifully done, with some nautical or oceanic theme. The room downstairs had been done in a lighthouse theme;, the attention to detail was evident, and Bella explained that you could see the beam of the lighthouse from this room at night. The other two guest rooms were just as meticulously done. One in a nautical theme of red and blue, and the other was peppered with colorful fish and was very inviting. I could imagine making her scream my name in each and every room of this place; I hoped I’d get the chance to try soon.
Bella’s room was just what I would expect for her. Situated at the back of the house, three of the walls were exterior ones and were mostly glass due to all the windows and several French doors that led out to the porch. Just outside one was a set of stairs that she explained let to a roof deck. Her room was large, and painted in a beautiful shade of deep blue. The big, four-poster, bed was a light wood color and had the same sheer curtains that hung from the windows at each post. A white comforter billowed across the expanse of the bed, and an array of pillows took up a majority of the room on the bed. I wondered how long it took to make that shit up each morning.
She showed me the master bath, where I discovered a half dozen new places to add to the list of “places I’d like to fuck Bella in her house” list. We went back into her room where I took the opportunity to do my “investigating”.
“So, that’s the tour. Mostly. There’s the ground floor, but that’s mostly garage and a game room. We can see that after diner if you’d like? So you can see my other bike and vehicles?”
I pulled her to me, pressing my hands into the small of her back and pushing her body against mine. Kissing her slowly, fully, I slid my hand down over her hips and around her ass, feeling for lines and ridges that would be the tell tale sign of offensive undergarments. There were none.
I groaned into her kisses as I realized that she was just as I’d hoped she’d be. I gently squeezed her ass and grazed my hands along her hips, and up her rib cage. One hand moved around to cup her breast, finding it also free of lingerie. She was completely naked beneath this flimsy cotton dress, and had been the entire time we had walked around her home, just inches from my fingertips. The thought was exhilarating. I pushed her against one of the bed posts, kissing and exploring her body, but only touching her through the soft material that skimmed over her even softer skin.
Bella moaned and pressed against me, her hands pushing up under the hem of my shirt. Her fingers found my skin and began tracing lines on my back and sides. I couldn’t resist any longer. Memories of our time in her class room and on the phone the night before only fueled the fire;, and I slipped my hands under the skirt of her dress and up her bare thighs, settling on her hips. Her dress pooled around my forearms obstructing the view of her bare skin, but I could feel it, and it was driving me crazy. I moved us over a step and guided us down onto the bed.
“Edward, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Just getting more comfortable. Do you have something against being comfortable when I fuck you senseless?”
"Is that what you’re going to do? Fuck me senseless? Well, in that case, no, I have nothing against comfort, but you do realize that dinner will be ready any moment now...”
At that moment the buzzer on the oven sounded.
“Fuck!”
“No, lasagna and garlic bread. Light on the garlic.”
She kissed me, giggling into our kiss.
“Let’s go eat something and pick back up where we left off after dinner.”
I was not interested in eating anything but what lay on that bed, but Bella’s stomach rumbled, and I decided against telling her to forget the fucking food so I could ravish her. I did take one taste.
I nodded my agreement to her plan and slid down her body, planting kisses as I went. When I reached her thighs I lifted the skirt of her dress, grazing the sensitive skin where they met and placing a wet kiss on each inner thigh. I still could not see her, but I could feel what my closeness was doing to her body, and it about damn near killed me to walk away from her. With a few well placed kisses along her upper thighs, I took her hands and helped her off the bed. I adjusted her skirt and followed her as she led us down the stairs. I couldn’t help myself and grabbed her ass when we reached the bottom of the stairs. Bella squealed and swatted at my hand.
“Cut it out! Perv.”
“Only for you, love. Only for you."
We ate out on the back porch as the sun set over the inlet. It was beautiful and fucking romantic. There were candles on the table and along the railing, and Josh Groban’s voice wafted quietly from inside. Dinner was delicious; Bella was a really good cook. Mr. Darcy slept at our feet as we ate and talked. The dinner conversation was light, mostly exchanging the usual information. We talked about her family, how she’d grown up in both Florida and Washington State, where her dad still lived. Her mom was remarried to a big shot pro baseball trainer, and it was his donation of the piano in her class room. Apparently Ms. Bella Swan was the benefactor in some huge legal settlement that had awarded her ridiculous amounts of money because of a “freak accident” she’d been in as a kid. She didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t push. I figured she’d tell me when she was ready to, but it explained how she was able to live as she did while earning a teacher's salary.
I filled her in on my experiences of growing up in Florida and attending UF with my crazy ass siblings. She seemed genuinely eager to meet them when the time was right. We briefly skimmed over the topic of Masen’s mother, most importantly, the fact that she was not an issue.
After dinner we cleaned up; it didn’t take long with both of us, and I think I scored points for helping in the kitchen. Why, I have no fucking clue. It’s not like I haven’t been doing it for myself all these damn years, but hell, I’ll take bonus points any way I can get them! Plus, I had multiple opportunities to graze Bella’s ass with my hand and ever growing erection as we worked around each other.
We moved to the living room where I sat at the piano and tapped the bench next to me. I’d been dying to get her next to me on a piano again since the last time we had been together. But as much fun as our last musical experience had been, I had other plans this time.
I smiled down at her as she shifted nervously next to me.
“Why so fidgety, love?”
“I’m just remembering our last time at a piano together, that’s all.”
“Ahhh, yes. That will be forever engrained into my memory as well, but I think we should make some more, PG friendly memories behind a keyboard, don’t you?”
“PG? Why PG?”
“Well, because we both have a penchant for swearing, and that would instantly earn any time we spend together PG.”
She laughed at the joke and the sound was beautiful.
“Bring on the fucking PG memories then!”
“Alright! But if you insist on saying ‘fuck’ then we will definitely have to raise the rating.”
I turned to the keyboard and stretched my fingers before motioning for her to do the same, letting my hands hover over the keys. She followed my lead and prepared to play alongside of me. I made a show of getting ready to play a complicated piece, only to break out the “Chopsticks”. Bella erupted in laughter beside me, her arms crossing over her torso as she laughed harder than I’d ever seen her laugh. I vowed then and there to be the source of that type of joy in her life as much as fucking possible.
Once she had composed herself, mostly, I nodded for her to join me in the game. We played together at her piano for what seemed like just a few moments, but at the same time it felt like hours had passed. We played favorite pieces, pieces to impress, sometimes accompanying the other, sometimes just watching the other player in awe.
When the last note faded, Bella stood silently and walked to the kitchen. My eyes never left her form as she took the wine bottle and our empty glasses and walked back to me. She handed me her treasures, and offered me her hand. I followed her around the house as she went from door to window to door, closing up the house. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Darcy following us as we went. As we climbed the stairs I had a bizarre thought.
“Um, Bella...”
“Yes, baby?”
“Where does Mr. Darcy sleep?”
“In the bed with me. Right next to me, as a matter of, fact.”
She turned to gauge my reaction to her admission. I made a face akin to disbelief, and she added an explanation for what she must have thought was my major objection to the situation.
“He’s a very clean dog, and very cuddly!”
“Bella I will not sleep with a dog, much less fuck with one in the bed, regardless of how fuckhot the woman is...”
Bella was hysterical with laughter again. I was worried that she might fall down the stairs if she wasn’t careful. When she was finished laughing at whatever was so fucking funny she looked at me as seriously as she could muster and placed her hand against my cheek.
“Edward, baby. The dog sleeps in his own bed, as does the cat-”
“Cat? You have a cat? I haven’t seen a cat!”
“Chaucer is shy; he’ll come out later when he knows you better. To finish the answer to your first question, the dog sleeps in his own bed, and that is usually in the corner of my room, but tonight I’ll put him in one of the guest rooms. The look on your face was fucking priceless!”
She continued to chuckle as we ascended the stairs, so I decided to teach her a lesson. I grabbed her tiny waist and threw her over my shoulder, tickling her as I did so. She kicked and squealed and spewed obscenities at me as I hauled her to her room. I tossed her on the bed and began to tickle her mercilessly.
“Uncle! Uncle! Please stop, Edward, I’m gonna pee if you don’t fucking stop tickling me! STOP!”
I heard Mr. Darcy’s low growl near the edge of the bed and I stopped immediately.
“Darcy, stand down. Edward’s not hurting me, he’s just playing.”
She reached down over the side of the bed and scratched the beast behind his ears.
“I love you too, you big lug. Let’s get you settled in the other room, so Edward will let go of his balls.”
I looked down and realized that I had indeed been shielding the family jewels from a plausible attack from a Pitt Bull named after a Jane Austin character. I relaxed and sat on the bed as Bella collected the giant bed and hauled it to another room. When she came back in I was fully recovered from scare of my second near castration experience of the day. Bella went into her bathroom and came back with a small bag of toiletries and a pile of linens sandwiched between her hands. She leaned against the door jam and announced that these were for me.
Thorough little vixen, isn’t she?
I thanked her and climbed off the bed, taking the pile from her, and placing it on a nearby chair. With both our hands free, I pulled her to me and kissed her quickly before pulling back to look at her.
“You are beautiful, do you know that? Every moment I spend with you, you just affirm every preconception I have of you.”
“Wow, Edward, that’s really sweet, and a lot to fucking live up to, you do know that, don’t you?”
“No, you have nothing to prove or live up to. I’m just saying that, well, what I mean is... You amaze me. Every fucking time. I can’t wait to know more about you, to know what makes you tick, what makes you laugh until you almost pee your pants. I want to know everything about you, Bella.”
Her answer came in the form of a sweet, lingering kiss. Her hands splayed across my chest and pushed me back until I felt my legs meet the side of the bed. I sat on the edge and pulled her to stand between my knees. I made good on my promise from earlier to pick up where we left off and moved my hands up under the hem of her dress. She moaned at the feel of my skin on hers. They continued their path up along her slim form. I loved Bella’s body; she was fit but not too thin. I liked my women with a little meat on them. Fuck that. I liked this woman with a little meat on her. There weren’t any other women that held a candle to this creature before me, and I wanted to see all of her.
I continued moving my hands up her torso, lifting her dress in the process. I pulled it up and off her head, and her hair fell around her bare shoulders; she was breathtaking. I had to look at her for a moment, just take her in. I had to look at her for a moment, just take her in. It was at that moment that I noticed the splash of color on her lower left hip. She was inked! I traced the outline with my finger, surprised.
“You have a tatt?”
I wasn’t sure why it came out as a question, but I hadn’t expected to find her with a hidden tattoo, and this tattoo was definitely hidden. Hell, I’d seen this woman practically naked and I hadn’t seen this before. It wasn’t very big and strategically placed; it would easily be covered by a bikini bottom or panties. It was an image of a small bird flying over a flower, a daisy I think. It was an unusual choice for a tattoo, so I could only imagine that there was a story behind it. But, then again there usually was a story behind a tatt.
“Uh... Yeah, I have one. Why?”
I bent down to place a chaste kiss on the colored skin above her hip. Bella gasped at contact.
“No reason. I was just surprised is all. I can’t wait to hear the story behind this.”
I looked up at her through the hair that had fallen into my eyes. She was stunning. This was the woman with whom I’d had the hottest almost-sex of my life- on a piano, the woman who’d had phone sex with me last night, and the woman who I wanted to sleep next to tonight and any night I possibly could after tonight.
I silently thanked my parents again for taking Masen tonight. This was going to be one hell of a night.
Bella took off my shirt and tossed it across the room. I had started to unbutton my jeans, but she stopped my hands.
“No, let me, please?”
“You won’t get an argument from me. It’s all yours.”
Her hands made quick work of the button, but took her time with the zipper. She eyed me while she slowly lowered the tab. I wondered if I should warn her that I had gone commando. As it turned out I didn’t have to. Edward Jr. was already making his appearance once she undid the button.
“Edward, baby? Are you not wearing any underwear?”
“Nope, but neither were you, love. I’d say great minds think alike.”
“I’d say we were both pretty damn sure we were getting some tonight.”
“Why, Ms. Swan, that was awful forward of you.”
“As it was of you, Mr. Cullen.”
“Shit, Bella. You calling me that reminded me of last night. That was fuckhot, by the way.”
“Do you want me to call you that more often?”
“No, I like the way you say my name, and I love it when you call me baby.”
My hands roamed over her body, teasing her as we spoke. Goose bumps rose up along her skin, and I realized the doors and windows were still open in her room. I also realized that every Tom, Dick, and Harry could probably see into the room, and in turn, see Bella.
“Hold on, love, let me close the doors.”
As I did, I noticed that she didn’t have any blinds or shades for privacy.
“It doesn’t bother you that people can see into here at night?”
“What? Oh! Of course it does! Hold on...”
Bella reached across the bed to her nightstand and riffled through the drawer, looking for something. Apparently she found more than she was looking for because a low humming noise started and she turned four shades of red before finding the noisy hummer and switching it off. When her hand emerged from the drawer she had a small remote in her hand.
“What’s that for?”
The possibilities were endless: a stereo remote, a tiny vibe, a remote entrance to a secret sex lair. My excitement was obviously written on my face.
“The shades, perv!”
She silently clicked a button, and instantly every window became shrouded behind shades that had descended from the ceiling to the quiet hum of whirling motors.
“That’s so. Fucking. Cool. I need some of those!”
She strode over to me, her naked form drawing my eyes to it like a magnet.
“We need to even up the score a little here.”
Instantly she had my pants down around my ankles. She crouched down to slip off my shoes and pull the pants off my feet. She stayed there, eying my very eager erection, and I almost lost it when I saw her lick her lips as she did.
She drew her slender index finger along my length , from the base to the tip, stopping to gently wipe the drop of moisture that had collected there. Her eyes moved up to mine as she brought her finger to her mouth and licked the tip seductively. I shivered from her touch and the thought of her mouth on me and what else she could do with that tongue. When she spoke her voice was husky with need.
“May I, love? Please?”
I really didn’t want our first time together to begin with her on her knees pleasuring me. So, I gently guided her off the floor and pulled her to me. I lifted her up and her legs wrapped around my waist. I felt her hot and wet, pressed against me, and she was so close. All I’d need to do is move her over a little and I’d be inside of her, but that’s not what she wanted, and I wanted to do this our way. Not my way. Not her way. Our way, and we’d discover that together.
I lowered her to the bed and lay next to her. We turned towards each other, lying on our sides. I ran my finger and hands along her curves, my eyes following the path they made as they went. She giggled as my light touch tickled her. I grinned as I thought of tickling her earlier and her begging me to stop.
“Bella, I’ll make you a promise; before tonight is over, you will be begging and screaming for me to never stop”
I intentionally tickled her skin and she squirmed and giggled again, getting the point I was trying to make.
I resumed my exploration of her skin, memorizing her, learning her, making note of which areas of her beautiful body made her sigh or moan. Her hands did the same on my body. I traced along her hip and over her ribs, pausing to palm her breasts and feel their delicious weight in my hands, teasing and circling each nipple before bringing my mouth to her chest to repeat the exercise with my tongue. She gasped at the feel of my mouth on her skin, and her hands became more eager on my body as her excitement grew. They found their way to my dick, and began working its length, while she planted kisses on my shoulders and the top of my head.
I needed to feel her, to feel how her body was responding to what I was doing to it. I gently pressed her hips back into the mattress and she willingly opened her legs as I felt the soft skin between them. I traced the inside of each thigh, teasing as I brushed over the sensitive skin. Bella moaned, spreading her legs even more, begging without words for me to touch her. All the time her hands worked over me, pulling me closer to the edge of control.
My fingers passed over the wet skin of her folds, and I gasped at the feel of her.
So wet!
I was reminded of the night before when Bella had been much chattier, and I tried to coax a little of that side of her out again. I was also reminded of the sound I had heard earlier coming from the drawer.
“Bella?”
My voice was raspy and thick with need.
“Uh,” was the only verbal response I received from the woman writhing under my touch.
“What was that noise I heard earlier in you drawer?”
“Huh? Wha… - ohhh.... Don’t stop, please, Edward. Touch me.”
“Oh, I haven’t even begun, yet, love, but you didn’t answer my question; what was that noise in your drawer before?
“It was nothing, nothing like your fingers, or hands or... ohhh, your mouth. God, Edward, you have a very talented tongue.”
I smirked against her breast as I recalled our first meeting when she asked about my “talents”.
“Yes, I do, would you like to know what else it can do? Yes? Well, then you have to tell me what’s in your drawer.”
“You know, dammit! It’s my vibrator. Now shut up and put up!”
I snickered at her enthusiasm. Satisfied that she’d answered me and was now talking like I’d hoped, I complied; moving down over her, kissing and licking as I traveled down over her stomach, to where we both wanted my tongue. Her hips shifted, opening her legs further for me. I first kissed and sucked the tender skin of her inner thighs, moving up along their line until I reached the wet center between them. She cried out as my tongue made a long, soft swipe of her opening. She tasted fucking amazing; it was everything I fucking imagined. Her hips lifted to meet my mouth, and I licked her again, this time sucking her clit into my mouth. She grasped my hair and groaned as I worked her with my mouth and tongue. I pushed two fingers into her, curling them inside her, finding the tender spot that would help her climax. Bella’s back arched, pushing her head back into the pillows as she lost herself in what I was doing to her body. I could feel her tremble as she came, whimpering at the sweet release.
“Edward, that was... amazing." She said, her chest still heaving as she tried to catch her breath, "Talented doesn’t begin to describe that display..”
I crawled up her body, finding her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply,and she moaned at the taste of herself on my lips. My hands continued moving over her, my fingers dipping in and out of her.
“I like to hear you, Bella. I like hearing what you want from me. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you, Edward, and I want you to shut it.”
A look of shock flashed across my face as I jerked back to look at her. I was confused by the huge grin she wore.
“You wanted to know what it was I wanted, well, I don’t want to have to concentrate on talking right this minute. Your hand is doing mind blowing things to my lady parts and all I want is for you to show me what you can do with that other, rather large appendage you possess. Care to show me?”
I nodded my agreement.
“So basically you want me to shut the fuck up...”
“You can talk, groan, pant whatever the hell you want, just don’t expect the same from me. I can’t...uhhhh. Wow. Right there- that’s… wow. Concentrate. I can’t concentrate...when you’re... oh, god...doing that. Can’t. Form. Sentences. Uhhhh, Edward- please!”
I positioned myself between her legs, and they bent to accommodate me. My weight was mostly supported on my arms, but Bella wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down onto her. I kissed and sucked that soft spot where her neck meets her shoulder. Each time she would moan I would whisper something about her that I adored. I wanted this to be more than just a fuck for both of us. She may not be able to form coherent thoughts, but I had things I wanted to fucking tell this woman, and if I told her in the daytime then she could see which damn direction to run away in. I took this opportunity to tell her a few of the things that had been swimming around in my head nonstop since our first meeting.
“Every time you moan, Bella," I whispered in her ear, "my dick twitches, trying to get closer to you.”
“Hmmm. Then don’t stop. You wanted me to beg, and I am, baby. Please.”
I kissed her beautiful mouth, our tongues teasing and caressing.
“You taste like vanilla and honeysuckle. In fact, that’s how you smell, like honeysuckle, and it drives me fucking nuts.”
Each admission was met with a moan or cry, even a gasp.
“When you smile at me, I can feel my heart twist in my chest.”
My hand had snuck between our bodies, touching and stroking her clit as I admitted things to her in hushed tones that I couldn’t imagine doing any other time.
“You are the most beautiful, talented, smartest woman I have even known...”
She smiled against my kisses at my confession. She knew what was coming.
“Before I met you, I’d never known anyone who I wanted to spend my days with, listening to them play the piano.”
I guided the tip of my erection to her opening and gently rubbed it along the soft folds. She gasped at the sensation.
“The sound of your voice makes my heartbeat race, and all I can think about is finding a way to get you to cry out my name…”
“Edward, please...”
I slowly pushed into her, relishing the feel of her around me. She was warm, and soft, and perfect. It was almost as if she were made for me.
“...and I’m dying to know what you feel like when I shatter you into a million pieces and put you back together.”
With that I thrust into her and lost all ability to form a coherent thought myself. All I could think about was the way it felt to be inside Bella. I could feel the way her body responded to the delicious friction we were creating between us; the way she constricted around me as I pulled out and pressed back into her. I felt her nails as they scratched the skin across my shoulders...my back...my arms. I felt her full breast in my hand as I pulled her pert nipple to my mouth, where I licked and sucked as I moved in her. Those long legs of hers had wrapped around my hips, guiding my movements, pulling me to her and tightening when she wanted me to move faster or harder. It wasn’t long before I felt the change in her responses; she was close. She was tightening around me and her breaths came in short, quick pants.
“Oh, god, Edward! Fuck! Right there! Deeper, there! Edward! Uhhmm...”
She bucked her hips as she came undone. Her entire body shuddered as she shattered, and I finally knew what it felt like to feel her this way. I followed her into bliss, cumming quickly after her. I lay over her, pressed against every inch of her body as we caught our breaths. I traced notes of symphonies on her glistening skin, composing a song of contentment and release. Someday I would play this for her, and she would hear how beautiful she sounded in this moment. We lay that way for what seemed like an eternity, and yet not long enough,
I rolled off her and pulled her to me. Our legs tangling together and our arms encircling each other protectively. I traced confessions on her skin, mingling them with the notes I’d composed. I wrote of all the things that I was desperate to tell her, but couldn’t; like what I saw when I looked in her eyes: the soft soul of a strong woman. I wrote to her that there was only one other person I would share her completely with, and that was my son. I warned her that my family was fucking crazy, but the most lovable motley crew she would ever meet, and that I hoped that the time for them to meet would come soon. I assured her that they would love her as well. I confessed that I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the next day without seeing her. She lay there silently as I poured my heart out onto her skin, allowing me to rebuild her.
I pulled the comforter over us and my hands found the hair that fell down over her back. We drifted to sleep as I continued to conjure things to admit to her, things that I loved about her. She would never remember these things, but that just meant I’d get the chance to tell her the right way. I hoped that chance would be soon.
~oOo~
“Dad! Hello, Dad? Sorry, Ms. Swan. He’s been doing this a lot lately. Must be old age or something.”
I was snapped back from my memories once again by my son; standing in front me literally snapping his fingers in my face. Bella stood next to him just out of my reach.
“Huh? Oh, Masen, Bella... are you finished all ready? Wow. The time flew by!”
“Well, it is indeed time for me to be heading home. Masen did wonderfully, and he has plenty to keep him occupied until Thursday.”
Bella turned her attention to the boy who nearly bounced with pleasure in her presence.
“Now, Masen, if this is too much to master before our next lesson, then just say something to me about it. But unless I hear otherwise, I’ll expect these pieces to be near perfect when you come to my place for your next lesson. Understand? “
His head bobbed his agreement, and he looked more like a souvenir from a major league baseball game than a boy.
“Okay, then. I guess we’re all finished here. Edward, Masen, you have a lovely home. Next time you get to see my place. Oh, by the way, I have a dog, Masen. He’s very friendly, but I’ll put him away if you're afraid of dogs.”
“Oh, no, I’ll be fine, Ms Swan. I like dogs. I’ll walk you to the door.”
I sat there, stunned, unable to move or say much of anything. These two were a wonder to watch together. Not to mention I was still in a haze from my little day dream.
She’s getting away, you dumb fucker! Go after them!
It dawned on me that I didn’t know when I’d see her again. I got up and followed after them. Bella waved to me from the door. The very door I’d had her pressed against only hours earlier. Masen, every bit the gentleman I’d raised him to be, opened the door for her and bid her a good night. Bella returned the nicety and shyly waved me a goodbye, smiling and shrugging. She mouthed, “Bye” before stepping out of the door and into the hall.
Fuck my life! I had just been cock blocked by a nine year old! And I wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing! I was instantly texting Bella, letting her know that I’d be calling her later that night. I couldn't imagine not seeing her until Masen’s next lesson. Come hell or high water, I’d be damned if I would wait to see Bella Swan again before her next lesson with Masen. I’d be damned.
Bella, I need to see you before Thurs. Pls call so we can set up time to meet?
~Edward
~oOo~
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