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Rated for serious (not really) adult content and language.
WARNING: This story will contain drama. This could be, but may not pertain to, the drama surrounding a couple entering a relationship with a twenty-two year age gap and how those around them will react to this news. Please consider this before continuing.
A/N: I know it's been A MONTH since I last updated, but I hope that you'll all forgive me when I tell you that I only took that long because I FINISHED my original fiction! It's going through the first few rounds of pre-reading, and I'm doing a few revisions after each one! I'm so in love with this story, and have already started plotting out it's sequel-as well as another original work! Nothing has been written for either of them, because I want to finish this story up and then start posting what I have of Foalin' Around! Anyway, I won't keep you. Please, read and review this next instalment! I'm hoping the next update won't take as long to upload ;)
Anyway, I won't keep you. Please, read and review this next instalment! I'm hoping the next update won't take as long to upload ;)
Chapter 19 | All Work and No Play...
The next few days come and go, and neither one of us has heard from Charlie yet. Renee came back through Seattle, and we met her for dinner before heading over to Bella's. I didn't wind up staying the night, but I was sure to leave her wanting more.
We'd made plans to get together tonight, but something came up at work, and I am now going to be working late. Hearing this disappointed her, but she accepted it—though, not until after making me promise to call her if I found a moment or was thinking about her.
The fact that I'm always thinking about her means there's a pretty good chance I'll be talking to her more than I'll be getting any work done. Though, I'm sure she knew this when she made me promise . . . and she secured the probability of it happening when she sent me a picture of her topless.
She's a tease, and I have half a mind to head over there when I finish up here and make her take care of my current . . . situation.
But, alas, I wind up stuck here for another three hours.
By the time I finish and send off the final proposal, everyone else has left the building. It's almost midnight, which means Bella's been in bed for almost two hours now. When we spoke on the phone earlier, I told her I likely wouldn't make it over, but promised we'd get together the next day, even meeting up early since I'd invited Jasper and Alice out to dinner.
Yes. It's time to tell Alice. She may be small, but nobody instills fear in a full-grown man like that little pixie.
I agree to pick Bella up at her place at five so we can meet Alice and Jasper at the restaurant, so imagine my surprise when there's a knock on my door and she pops her head in.
"Hey," she greets softly. "You busy?"
Standing up, I glance through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office to see a few people watching her—us—curiosity obvious in their stares. "Just finishing up, actually." I walk out from behind my desk and pull her into my office, closing the door behind her. "I thought I was picking you up?"
Bella shrugs, dropping her bag on one of the chairs in front of my desk and adjusting her jacket around her. "I finished class and had Jess drop me off here. Figured I'd save you the trip since the restaurant isn't far from here."
Before I can say anything more, the door to my office flies open, and Emmett pops his head inside. "Hey, Ed. You got that contract written up?" His eyes flit to the back of Bella's head momentarily, then back to me before he does a double take. "Hey! Mystery girl?" A jovial grin appears on his face as he invites himself inside.
I notice Bella inhale and hold her breath almost nervously, forcing her smile to widen as she slowly turns around to introduce herself. "Emmett, right?" she says, holding out her hand. "Bella."
He falters a little, recognizing the name from when he met Charlie, and he looks at me, eyes wide and . . . proud?
"Ah," Bella says calmly. "So you know who I am." It's not a question; it's a statement of fact. "Which can only mean you've met my father."
Emmett shakes her hand, stammering a little before finding himself again. "Uh, yeah. Great guy, your dad." There's a pause before Emmett succumbs to the awkwardness and excuses himself. Without the contract. Before he can get too far, I go after him and let him know I'll be leaving the office to make my dinner reservations, but if he has any problems, to call and I'll try to help him sort through everything. He assures me he's got it under control and to just enjoy my evening, so Bella and I head to the restaurant.
However, I'm not sure how enjoyable it will be. While I don't think my sister will be overly opposed to the idea of Bella and me dating, she could very well be pissed off that I kept it from her for this long. It's not often we kept things from one another, so this could upset her. I'm just hoping she'll understand why we did it.
The little Portuguese restaurant is one of Alice's favourites—hence why I chose it. She's always keen to come here for her birthday or any celebration, so I figured it might be a good way of buttering her up. She's not usually inclined to walk away from the chance to eat here, so hopefully she'll hear us out.
Bella and I arrive before the time we asked Jasper and Alice to meet us here. The hostess seats us in the reserved booth, and after we slide in side-by-side, our server comes right along to take our drink order. He's a young man, about Bella's age, with dark hair and eyes. He introduces himself as Benjamin, his eyes always on Bella. Admiring her.
Now, I know she's an extremely beautiful young woman—I'm not dense—but as he stares at her, I have this intense need to claim her as mine. It doesn't take long to recognize this feeling as jealousy. It's not that I've never felt jealous before. I have a few times in the past. But this is different. I'm in a relationship with a twenty-two year age gap, so this boy probably has more in common with her than I do.
I order a bottle of wine for the table and ask for four glasses. With a coy grin, the server winks at Bella—he fucking winks at her with me sitting right god damn here. "I'm sorry, miss," he begins, "but I'm going to have to see your ID."
Bella blushes, but I can tell it's not because she's falling for his sad excuse for flirting, but because she's been carded, once more pointing out the obvious age gap. Sweeping her hair off her back and over her shoulder, I place my hand on the back of her neck, moving my thumb over her skin softly in hopes of relaxing her as she digs out her license.
As I'd hoped, Ben notices my gesture, his cheeks reddening as his eyes drop to his notepad. Once he's satisfied with the information on Bella's ID, he leaves to fulfill the drink request. Alone again, Bella turns to me and grins.
"Are you nervous?" she asks, her forehead creasing slightly with worry.
I shake my head, trying to hide any apprehensions I may have about what's going to happen tonight. "Not at all."
She giggles as I lightly draw my finger over her jaw and cup her face, and she leans into the touch. "You're a terrible liar, Edward."
Leaning forward, my nose lightly brushes hers, and our lips are a hairsbreadth apart. "You'll forgive me if I'm trying to keep my feelings from transferring onto you."
She hums contemplatively before smirking. "I suppose you're just trying to be a gentleman," she replies softly. "You're forgiven."
I close the gap between us and press my lips to hers. She releases a delicate moan, her hand coming to rest on my thigh. This, naturally, causes my dick to stiffen, and I suddenly want to call my sister to reschedule so I can take Bella home.
Whose home? It doesn't fucking matter at this point.
Of course, that idea—and my growing erection—is immediately forgotten when our dinner companions arrive.
"Hey, Ed—what the fuck is going on?" Her greeting-turned-startled question forces our attention to her, and Bella scoots a few inches away from me, her fingertips pressed to her lips and her eyes on the table. Alice and Jasper are still standing at the head of the table, clearly not sure if they should sit on their side of the booth or not.
"Edward," Alice prompts again when I don't respond.
I clear my throat and hold my hand out toward the empty seat across from us. "Please," I say, "have a seat and we'll explain everything."
Hesitant, Alice slides into the booth, her wide eyes moving between Bella and me slowly before turning to look at Jasper. "You knew about this the whole time."
I fear for Jasper's manhood momentarily before Alice turns her icy glare back on me. "Does Charlie know?"
Next to me, Bella looks ashamed, but she answers with a more confident voice than I expect. "He does."
"And he's okay with it?"
"I didn't say that," Bella responds, following it up with a sigh. "He's . . . sorting through everything in his own time."
Beneath the table, I place my hand over Bella's and give it a gentle squeeze, silently reassuring her.
Alice is quiet as she sits back in her chair, crossing her arms in front of her as she contemplates everything. Her eyes move back and forth between us, studying us as if to see if this is some kind of practical joke we're trying to pull over on her. I'm just about to tell her it's not when Bella speaks up again.
"We're in love, Alice," she says softly. "I mean, we've always loved each other . . . but this is different. It was never intended to go this far, but it did, and we're both extremely happy."
More quiet, the sounds of silverware clattering against plates while people enjoy their meals the only thing we can hear. Finally, Alice's mouth opens, but it's not to congratulate us. "I need a drink."
Jasper flags our server down, and he rushes right over to take their order and drop off our wine. Alice orders a double shot of whiskey—neat—and when she gets it, she downs it in one gulp, hissing as it goes down.
"Okay," she says after a long while. "So, you're together." We both nod, and she leans forward onto the table, a smile slowly spreading. "You know all I've ever wanted was for the two of you to be happy." She hesitates, her smile faltering a little. "And I hate to put a damper on this, but . . . what if this doesn't last? What would happen then? The two of you won't want to be around each other, and Charlie would take Bella's side."
I turn to Bella and watch her eyebrows furrow with irritation. "This isn't just some fling, Alice. We're two consenting adults. We understood the stakes when we agreed to pursue a relationship. Why do you think we kept it from everyone for so long?"
"Hey," I say softly, drawing Bella's attention to me. "I'm sure she didn't mean to imply—"
"No, she's right," Alice interjects, surprising me. "I love you both, but would I ever in a million years have thought that the two of you would get together? No. Relationships with such a large age gap rarely last. That's reality."
Now it's my turn to get defensive. "Look, I appreciate the concern, but you have no idea what you're talking about. We know it's not going to be easy, but we're willing to try. All we ask is for a little support."
Alice stares at me, her mouth open in shock. It isn't until the server returns to take our dinner order that she comes out of her stupor. We take a slight reprieve from the awkwardness that hangs over our table and place our orders. When Ben steps away again, Alice sips on the glass of wine I poured her a minute before.
After swallowing, she clears her throat and looks at us again, her eyes showing what looks like remorse. "Look, I'm sorry if I seemed a little . . . resistant to" —she waves her hands between us— "this. It just caught me off guard, and that's not something I'm familiar with. I'm usually pretty good at seeing things for what they are, so this is unsettling for me." She smiles, this time a little more genuinely. "I am happy for you both. It's been obvious these last couple months that you really do make one another happier than I've seen in a long while."
Jasper reaches over and places his hand on her back. "And she's back," he declares happily.
The rest of the evening goes pretty well. Alice's unease is still present, but she tries to remain open-minded and levelheaded about everything. By the end of dinner, we're all laughing and planning another outing. Alice suggests dinner and dancing, and Bella seems enchanted with the idea, all starry-eyed and wistful.
Bella and I walk Alice and Jasper to their vehicle, say goodnight, and go on our way back to Bella's place for the night. When we arrive, I lock the door behind us and watch as Bella wanders down the hall of her small apartment, shedding her jacket and clothing along the way.
She stops next to her bed when she sheds her tight green shirt and turns to me as she unbuttons her jeans. "You planning on joining me? It's been an awfully long couple of days."
I double check the door before rushing toward her and throwing her down on the bed, her squeal of delight bouncing off of every surface in the small loft-style apartment. Her laughter dies the instant my lips are on hers, and her fingers work quickly to remove my tie and unbutton my shirt.
She moans when my hand palms her breast urgently over her bra, my fingers dipping behind the soft fabric and stroking her nipple. This forces her back to arch into my chest, a tiny mewl escaping against my lips as she tries to hook one of her legs around me. Before I let her do that, I remove my hand from her amazing tit and work to remove her pants and then my own. With all of our clothes scattered on her floor, I slip between her legs and kiss a trail down her neck and chest until I've taken a perky nipple gently between my teeth.
She moans again, threading her fingers through my hair to hold me against her, her hips writhing beneath me and teasing my cock. "Edward," she sighs, the husky tone of her voice making me even harder. Who even knew that was possible?
"What do you want, sweetheart?" I inquire, lifting my face from her breast and slipping a hand between her legs, finding her wet and wanting. Her hips buck into my touch, and her hands fall to the blanket and grip it tightly.
"You," she pants.
I place a kiss on the column of her throat and then whisper in her ear, "You're going to have to be a little more specific than that."
She releases the blanket from her death grip and cups my face, bringing it to hers. Her eyes are wild with abandon, her cheeks rosy from her desire, and her desperation for release is evident in the tone of her voice. "Take me. I want you to fuck me hard. Now."
I remove my hand from between her legs and push my hips forward, slowly easing my cock into her. Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my ass in a failed attempt to speed the process up. I'm not ready for this to be over just yet, and I know that once I'm buried deep inside her warmth, I'll be fighting the need to come.
"Please," Bella pleads beneath me, lifting her head so she can kiss me. "It's bad enough we couldn't be together last night."
The second she presses her lips against mine, there's no more taking it slow. Her hips meet every one of my thrusts eagerly as she chases her orgasm. She begs for more, her fingers curling and clawing at the skin of my back as my tempo increases. The warmth of her touch washes over me, enveloping me and making my skin tingle, as I revel in her repeated cries of encouragement.
My lower abdomen constricts as my release nears, and when her walls tighten around my shaft, it's all over, both of us moaning through our mutual orgasms. I collapse on top of her, trying to rest my weight more to the side to keep from suffocating her, and her fingers dance through the short hairs at the nape of my neck as she sighs.
Her heart beats a steady rhythm, soothing me as the ticklish sensation lulls me to sleep. I don't even realize I've dozed off until Bella giggles and gently nudges me off of her.
"You're starting to drool," she teases, swinging her legs over the bed as I move onto the side I've claimed as my own to watch her walk to the washroom. I wipe the side of my mouth, feeling mortified when I realize she was right; I was starting to drool. "I'll be right back, and then we can curl up and go to sleep."
When she emerges, she passes her bag and grabs her phone, likely to set her alarm for the morning. She turns it on and climbs back into bed, pulling the covers up under her arms and concealing her chest from me while she finishes with her phone. Before she sets it down, her eyes go wide, and she slowly turns to me.
Concerned and confused by her expression, I sit up, but I don't have to wait long for her to explain.
"My dad texted me," she says.
"Impressive," I reply. "Looks like he's getting the hang of his new phone."
"Yeah . . ." Her eyes fall back to the screen, shock clearly reflected in her eyes. "He's coming to the city tomorrow, and he wants to talk to us . . . together."
I inhale sharply, unsure how I should take that news. This could either be very good, or very, very bad.
A/N2: So, Charlie's coming back to the city to talk to them. What do you think will happen? Please review! I've missed you all SOOOOO MUCH! I'll try to be better from here on out!
Please review! I've missed you all SOOOOO MUCH! I'll try to be better from here on out!