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"Hey, Rose, can I talk to you a second?" I asked, looking around to make sure Bella wasn't about to pop up out of no where.
"Yeah, sure, what's up?" she asked, smiling at me.
"So, tonight's the dance."
"Yes, I'm aware," she chuckled.
"Shut up." I laughed, shaking my head at her. "I need you and Alice to get ready at Bella's house tonight," I said, watching her grin widen.
"Do you now?" she asked, one of her eyebrows almost touching her hairline. Fuck, she had some strong forehead muscles.
"Yes," I sighed, "and I need you to pack Bella an overnight bag with some clothes for camping," I added, waiting for her catch on.
"Oh, thank fucking God," she sighed dramatically. "If you two didn't fuck soon I was going to die from all the sexual frustration you two put out," she laughed, swatting my hand away when I tried to smack her. Smart ass.
"What's with you and worrying about us finally hooking us?" I asked with a smirk on my face.
She shrugged, unapologetic. "It'll be hot," she answered nonchalantly.
"The fuck, Rose?" I laughed, trying not to choke to fucking death. She grinned then sauntered down the hall away from me.
"Consider it done!" she yelled over her shoulder, still laughing. Fuck, I loved that chick. Now I just needed to get through the rest of this day without dying from blue balls.
When the last bell rang, I ran out to the parking lot hoping to catch Jasper before he left. I had shit I needed to do and I was going to need his help.
"Jasper!" I yelled, jogging across the parking lot to catch up with him.
"Sup, man?" he asked, leaning against his truck.
"I need your help with some shit, are you busy right now?" I asked, running my hand through my hair nervously. Fuck, I couldn't wait for tonight, we'd been cockblocked so many times I was ready to call the Guinness Book of World Records. That is, if my fucking hand didn't snap off at my wrist from all the jacking off I'd done lately. Jasper looked and me and smirked. Fucker.
"Sure, I've got some time," he drawled. "I'm assuming this has something to do with you sending the girls over to Bella's house to get ready tonight?" he questioned with a smirk, knowing that it was exactly the fucking reason.
"Man, I just need you to help me set up the tent and shit so we won't have to bother with all of that," I explained, nervously running a hand over my mouth.
"Yeah, no problem. You want me to spread rose petals everywhere as well?" Jasper asked seriously before I punched the shit out of his arm, then laughed. Yeah, it was funny but, shit.
I threw everything we'd need into the back of my truck and tried to focus on the conversation Jasper was trying to indulge me with, but I fucking couldn't. I couldn't think about anything except Bella. How she was going to look, and what she was going to say when she realized my plan, and how she'd react to find out we were no longer cockblocked.
I smiled to myself as I pulled into the camp site. Jasper called me out for not listening to a single fucking word he'd said and I just shrugged. Not to be a dick, but I had other things on my mind.
Thirty minutes later, after everything was set up, we headed out so we could both go home to shower. I was fucking nervous, but I wasn't. It was weird, but Bella just got me. It was like she was fucking supposed to come barreling into my life and turn it upside fucking down, in the best fucking way.
As soon as I got out of my truck at her house I knew there was no fucking way we were going to that fucking dance. She was trying to fucking kill me right now, I was sure of it. I wondered if Charlie would be offended if I just threw her over my shoulder and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. Or better yet, hoist her up on that fucking porch rail she'd teased me with. I shifted my weight, trying to discreetly adjust my junk that had been hard since she came in the store that first night with those fucking yoga pants on.
I heard Emmett and Jasper snickering beside me; I guess I wasn't too fucking discreet.
"Yeah, laugh it up fuckers," I mumbled so only they could hear me. Let them go two months with blue balls and see how they handled that shit.
She walked over to me with a smile on her face and I told her she looked nice. Understatement of the fucking century. And then I realized Bella always looked nice, even when she had horse shit in her hair. It was weird, but I wasn't going to dwell on it too much.
I helped her into the truck, a lame excuse to touch her, and jogged around to hop in. I decided against saying anything about camping and waited patiently for her to realize we'd passed the school. I told her about the plan when she called me out; how the girls packed her shit for her and that I actually was going to take her to the dance...until I saw her.
The look on her face when I told her that? Fuck. She was looking at me with wide eyes, her lips parted, her breathing heavy; which of course drew my eyes to her chest, which made me think about seeing her naked and feeling the weight of her tits when I put them in my mouth. Motherfucker, she had to stop looking at me like that right the fuck now, and I told her as much.
I had no idea what we talked about the rest of the drive to the campsite. All I could think about was sticking my hand under her dress. I'm a guy, fucking sue me. After we smoked I was able to calm the fuck down enough to get changed and drag the food and shit from the cooler.
As soon as she came out of the tent wearing nothing but a t-shirt and flip flops, I knew she was thinking the same thing as me. But we were here now, and there was no one around to fucking cockblock us, so we had time to sit and eat and chill. But just for a little bit because, like I said, two fucking months is a long time to have blue balls.
I suggested we move into the tent because I was probably about to lose my fucking mind. And when I almost got into a fight with the zipper on the tent, that's when I really knew I was about to lose my mind. And then Bella decided to call my ass out on being nervous. I laughed and denied it because I was a guy, and I didn't get nervous about sex. At least, I didn't think so until I started talking out of my ass.
Fuck me, I did not just tell her I was going to tear her pussy up. What the fuck was wrong with me? She laughed at my statement until I was pretty sure she was going to piss her pants, and fuck that. I was not going to let her cockblock us. I sat quietly with a blank stare as her laughter finally died down. I asked if she was done and, thank fucking God, she was.
I scooted closer to her and was about to bring my lips to her neck when she said, "Let the fucking begin."
I wanted to laugh, so fucking hard, but I knew that'd only delay this even longer. So I held that shit back and told her to stop talking because we could talk later. Right now, I wanted to show her what I'd been wanting to do since I first laid eyes on her.
I tugged at her underwear and, with a sly smile, told her to take them off. She frantically moved to pull them down as I pulled off my shorts. I immediately moved my hand between her legs because now that I was able to touch her, there was no way I was ever going to stop.
I slid two fingers into her and wanted to laugh when she said she didn't want foreplay. She pushed against my hand, faster now, still claiming she didn't need foreplay. I scraped my teeth across her neck and had no intention of stopping until she mumbled she just wanted me.
That was all it took to get me to pull away so I could hover over her. This fucking crazy girl, with her smart mouth, missing verbal filter, and beautiful fucking...everything. Her quirks, her ability to take a joke, and give me shit just as much as I gave her; she was fucking perfect, for me. She was it, for me.
As soon as I was inside her it was like everything else just faded away. All I could see and feel was her, and she felt so fucking good, too fucking good. I wasn't going to last and she was going to call me out on that shit and, fuck that, I would not be the guy who blew his load too soon.
Our bodies moved together and I tried not to focus on how fucking good it felt, and then she asked why I was so fucking hot. And, who the hell says shit like that while you're having sex? But I laughed and it took my mind off screwing all of this up. I rolled us over and watched as
she rolled her hips against mine; watched as she moved on top of me.
I closed my eyes with a groan and then opened them with a low curse. I had to fucking ask if she was close, because I sure as hell was and I needed to know. She bit on her lip and nodded, the simple gesture making her seem vulnerable and shy. Which I was pretty sure wasn't a look she often had, and I really hoped that if it only happened in moments like this that I would be the only one to see this side of her.
Moving my hand between us, I rubbed her clit, loving how her body responded. As soon as she came I knew I would be right behind her. I groaned out her name and sat upright, keeping our bodies together. I wound my arms under hers and wrapped my hands around her shoulder, pushing into her as deep as I could as I came.
I held her tightly as I tried to catch my breath and all I could do was think about how I wanted to do this with her over and over again. And then she smiled at me, and I was lost. I knew right then I loved her, and that I would want her for the rest of my life.
For Kassiah. Thanks for reading.