***THE WONDERFULLY TALENTED STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS ALL THINGS TWILIGHT. I OWN A BIG BOX OF LAUNDRY DETERGENT***
A/N: Bits and pieces of this story were inspired by my new friend Kimpy and a few of her wonderful stories! Check them out too!
Saturday mornings for me are usually always the same. I wake up earlier than I care to, but my internal alarm clock can't be turned off for Saturday and Sunday. As soon as I get up, I have my breakfast and read the paper. I have a thing for a routine. I've always been like that. When something changes my routine, I'm thrown off kilter for the rest of the day. Today is one of those days.
I finished my paper and headed upstairs to get dressed for the day. Slipping on a tank top and some yoga pants, I twisted my hair up and plopped a clip in it. Casual Bella is in da house today! I stripped the sheets off my bed and added them to the pile of my weeks' worth of dirty laundry and headed down to the laundry room. Once I arrived I began to sort the like colors, whites, and towels. I started the washer and added my detergent as the water began to fill up. Tossing in all my towels I closed the lid and went back to the living room to start my dusting ritual. God I need a life. Every week it's the same thing, but like I said, I need a routine.
By day I work for the County Sheriff's Department as a 911 dispatcher. I find the job to be so fulfilling and at the same time it can be hectic and scary. I like to help people and knowing that sometimes my voice is the one that they cling to until help arrives give me an adrenaline rush. By the same token, it pains me so deeply when I lose a caller or can't get help to someone quickly enough. That's the part of the job that I hate, but I come from a long line of law enforcement professionals. My father is Chief of Police in Forks, Washington and his father before him was a police chief as well. My mother Renee used to be a Deputy Sheriff too. In fact, that's how she met my dad and well, that's how I got here.
There is however one part of my job that I thoroughly enjoy. That part would be the on again, off again relationship I have with Department of Public Safety Trooper Edward Cullen. Trooper Cullen is the fuckhot police officer that sets my pants on fire. We have been seeing each other, so to speak, for the better part of two years now. The relationship is complicated to say the least. We're not forbidden to date co-workers but it is slightly frowned upon, especially when they are above you in the chain of command. I guess Edward and I have the kind of "friends with benefits" relationship. Basically we don't really go out on dates per say, we pretty much just hook up here and there. We have made it exclusive for lack of a better term. I don't have sex with anyone else and neither does he. We both get tested every six months and I'm on the birth control shot, so we always "fly without a parachute" which is beyond words. Edward is beautiful. He's the epitome of perfection and goddamn it if he doesn't look amazing in that uniform. Add the mirrored sunglasses and I'm gone. He's six feet three inches tall and weighs a lean mean 180 pounds. Edward is very physically fit, which in his line of work he has to be. Since he is a Texas State Trooper, part of the uniform is a gray cowboy hat and let me fucking tell you, that man rocks the shit out of that hat. When he's not in uniform, he has a mess of bronze hair on top of his head that sits in permanent disarray and has never seen a comb. But he makes it work and rocks that sex hair like nobody else. His deep green eyes are soul piercing and orgasm inducing. Shit, I just realized that it's been a couple of weeks since I've been with Edward. That needs to be remedied soon.
Snapping back into reality I realize that my towels should be finished washing by now so I head to the laundry room to put them in the dryer and start a new load. When I open the lid to the washer, all I find is a tub full of water and still dirty towels. Shit. Apparently my washer is broken. Motherfucking son of a bitch cock sucking whore. Now I will have to load all these fucking wet towels and drive to the Laundromat to finish all my washing, which will keep me there for a while, thus blowing my routine all to shit. Fuuuuuuck!
An hour later I am walking into the Laundromat with my fucking wet towels in a garbage bag and the rest of my laundry in a basket. Naturally since it's Saturday the place is packed so I'll have to wait for a washer and dryer to become available. Have I mentioned that I hate my life right now? Taking a seat I decide to just make the best of the situation and pull out my iPhone so I can play a game. About half way into my first game of Words with Friends a washer and dryer becomes available so I move to where they are located and throw my wet towels in to wash. As I'm reaching up to put in the money to start the machine I feel a hard body press up against me and a scent I am quite familiar with envelopes me.
"Freeze Ms. Swan. Do not move. Do you understand me?" Edward whispers in my ear and I can't help the shudder that runs through me. I nod slowly. "Good girl. I'd hate to have to frisk you here in public where everyone can see us." I can tell just by his tone that he is smiling but I don't dare turn around. I fucking love it when Trooper Fuckhot speaks to me with authority.
"Is that your weapon poking me in the ass or are you just glad to see me?" I can't help teasing him because I know he secretly loves it.
"Oh I assure you I am happy to see you. Bella, it's been two weeks since I have been in that tight pussy. Why have you stayed away from me that long? You know I love burying myself balls deep in that kitty cat." God this man is going to be the death of me. He's making me a puddle of Bella goo right here in the fucking Laundromat.
"How did you know I was here? Are you stalking me?" It doesn't escape me that he is still pressed tightly up against me and has his mouth pressed against my ear while he whispers to me. This could turn indecent very quickly.
"Bella, you checked in here on your Facebook page. Remember?" He's right, I did. See, this is how he affects me.
"Oh yeah, I guess I did. Hey, could you back up so I can start this load?" And so I don't absolutely pounce on your fine ass.
Edward backs up just enough for me to start the washer and turn around to face him. That is probably a mistake as I get my first look at his appearance. Apparently Trooper Fuckhot has been working out this morning. He is wearing a gray wife beater T shirt that only shows off his perfectly toned and muscular arms, gray bicycle shorts and black shorts over them along with his sneakers. I know he has a weapon on him but I can't see where he has it. Well, he has several weapons, but I'm talking about the Smith & Wesson variety. My mind drifts to the nine inch weapon he carries in his crotch. Yes, I'm serious, I measured. Don't judge me.
"Why didn't you call me and just come over to my place to finish your laundry? You know, that way we could have kept ourselves occupied while it finished." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at me and I mentally slap myself in the head for not thinking of that idea.
"I didn't think of it honestly. Besides, I haven't heard from you in a while so I didn't know if you would be home or out of town or even on duty."
"Nah, I'm off the entire next week. I have to go out of town to my High School ten year class reunion. Our shifts have been incompatible lately so I guess I forgot to tell you. Listen Bella, I want to talk to you about something. How about we gather up your clothes and go back to my place so you can finish? I'll be completely honest with you. I need to be with you. It's been too long and honestly I'm craving you. Once this load finishes we'll load it up and head out. What do you think?" Ha! Like I'm ever going to turn down hot sex with Trooper Fuckhot. I don't think so.
"Ok. That sounds amazing actually. I think I'm going to have to go shopping soon for a new washer."
"Hey Bella, no rush you know? You can use mine as long as you want to. I don't mind at all. In fact, I'll get you a key to my place. That way you always have access to it." Wait, did he just offer me a key to his house? Son of a bitch! Isn't that kind of something a boyfriend might do? I mean, I never really stopped to think about it. Shit. Does Edward want more from me? You know what, let me just calm the fuck down and quit reading more into this than it probably is. No way would Trooper Fuckhot want a relationship with me when he could have anyone. Hell, all the bitches at work walk around fluffing their tails around him as soon as he enters a room.
"Edward you don't have to do that, really it's ok."
"Oh please, don't worry about it. Come on, let's go grab a soda and load the rest of your clothes in my truck while we wait for this load to finish up." He grabs my hand and leads me next door to the convenience store to grab something to drink. After a few minutes my load is done washing so I put it back in the garbage bag and Edward loads it in his just-as-hot-as-he-is brand new Chevrolet Silverado Crew Cab truck. It's black and shiny and has leather interior and every option known to man. Shit, there is just something about a man with a truck that turns me the fuck on. I make a mental note to give Edward some good road head in this truck soon.
I am following Edward to his house when we come upon a traffic accident. It looks pretty bad so we both stop and get out to see if we can offer any help. We both know the Troopers that are working the accident so Edward walks right up to see what happened.
"Hey Jake, what happened man? This looks bad." Jacob Black is the Trooper in charge at the scene. He's just as beautiful as Edward, except Jacob is 100% Quileute Indian, so he's dark skinned, has dark hair and eyes, and the most brilliant, gleaming smile you have ever seen.
"Oh hey Edward, Bella. Well from what we can tell, the guy driving the Nissan truck has been drinking. Looks like he clipped the rear end of that Toyota Camry and sent it into the ditch. The lady is hurt pretty bad and her little girl has some cuts and bruises. Luckily she had her restrained correctly in her car seat so it held her in place during the accident. The drunk guy doesn't have a fucking scratch on him." Jake is seething and both Edward and I know why. We preach and preach about the hazards of drinking and driving and still people refuse to listen. It doesn't matter if you only had "a couple" of drinks. In the state of Texas your blood alcohol concentration cannot be over .08 if you intend to operate a motor vehicle. People don't realize just how little it actually takes to achieve that level.
"Is there anything we can do?" Edward asks Jake and I realize that he has been holding my hand this entire time.
"Nah, we got it here. Go enjoy your time off man. Hey, have fun at that class reunion!" Jake punches Edward in the arm and Edward pushes him back.
"Yeah yeah, you know the only reason I am going is because my fucking twin sister won't have it any other way. She was the social butterfly you know."
We say goodbye to Jake and make our way back to our cars. Edward walks me to my car and pushes me up against the driver's side door. Before I know it, his mouth is on mine and his tongue is seeking entrance. I oblige him immediately. There is nothing like the taste of Edward Cullen. His breath is always super fresh, most of the time cinnamon flavored and today mixed with the taste of Coca Cola. He pulls away too soon and I'm left wanting more.
"Dammit woman you taste fucking amazing. Let's hurry and get to my place before I fuck you right here on the side of the road."
"Yes sir Trooper Cullen." I wink at him and I see him take a deep breath as he steps away from me with his hands balled tightly into fists. Just for good measure I add a wink before I get in my car.
Faster than we probably should have gotten there, we arrive at Edward's townhouse. He makes quick work of unloading my unwashed laundry while I grab the bag of wet towels and head for the dryer with them. Edward's place smells wonderful. It's saturated with his cologne, body wash, and just essence of Edward. They should really bottle that scent and sell it by the ass load. Tossing the towels in the dryer I use a couple of Edward's dryer sheets. This way my towels will smell like him. Geez Swan, pathetic much? Sometimes my inner voice can be a bitch. Edward makes his way in with the rest of my clothes so I throw the next load into the washer. When I turn to walk out of the room, he is standing right behind me. Before I know what's happening, he lifts me up and sits me on the washer.
"Bella, have you ever had washing machine sex?" He begins kissing my collarbone and neck as he keeps talking. "It's really very sensual you know. In fact, we should give it a try. What do you say?" As he continues to spew liquid sex from his delectable mouth, he has pulled my tank top over my head and managed to get my bra off.
"Oh God Edward, yes. I definitely think we should try it out." I reach for his shirt and he lifts his arms so I can slip it off. He has moved on to my yoga pants and makes quick work of removing them. Suddenly he jerks away from me with his eyes wide and his mouth open.
"Bella, what the fuck is that you are wearing?" Edward has a wild, possessed, animalistic look in his eyes that I have never quite seen before.
"Uh…wh…Edward, are you talking about my thong? It's nothing special, just a thong." Clearly Edward thinks it's more than that.
"What the fuck do you mean it's nothing special? Bella, have you always worn thongs?"
"Um, well not all the time. Are you ok?" I'm not sure where he's going with this, but I know where I damn well want to be going. To bed. Immediately. Like, right now.
"Fuck" Edward hisses. "Do you know what a fucking thong does to me Bella? To know that you wear those things and….Bella, do you wear those under your uniform?" I notice he is palming his erection under his shorts and it's making me hotter than hell.
"Yes Edward, I wear them under my uniform. Hell, now that I know you love them so much I'll make sure to wear one every time we are on duty together." I bite my bottom lip looking directly at him. Yeah, I'm a temptress, but you tell me that if Trooper Fuckhot was standing in front of you drooling over your thong that you wouldn't try to mess with his head? Yeah, that's what I thought.
"Oh Bella, you really shouldn't have said that." Edward quickly rids himself of his clothes and stands gloriously naked in front of me. His cock is so hard, it's stuck up against his stomach and is making my mouth water. He moves against me and slides my thong off. He wraps it around his hand and when he brings it up to his nose and deeply inhales my arousal I am done for. The washer kicks into the spin cycle and before I know what's happening, Edward's cock is buried deep inside my pussy.
"Fuck Edward, you feel so damn good baby. Fuck me hard Trooper. Do you hear me? Fuck me until I can't see straight." I fist my hands in his glorious head of hair and pull his mouth to mine. Edward is slamming in and out of my pussy at a rapid pace. Between his thrusts and the spinning washing machine, I feel my orgasm building quickly.
"Come on you fucking hot ass bitch. Come for me Bella. I wanna feel that pussy grab my dick and hold on like a fucking vise." His words throw me over the edge and I come hard, gasping for breath as I ride out wave after wave of a strong as hell orgasm. Edward doesn't stop at all and instead keeps right on pumping me hard.
"Come on Trooper Cullen. Show me what you got you sexy motherfucker. I wanna feel you come in me."
"Uggghhh…..Bella…gonna co….Unnnggghhh….." he empties himself deep within me and pulls me to him tightly. Something is different about this and I find myself not wanting it to end. All of a sudden I don't want to be without Edward. When did our relationship change?
We stand there still wrapped in each other, his cock deep inside me until it's flaccid. With a groan Edward pulls out of me and steps back offering me his hand to get down off the washer.
"Bella, sweetheart, this isn't how I wanted to do this. I had this whole elaborate scenario planned out. Fuck, I can't live without you in my life permanently. I want more from you than every so often Bella. Dammit, I love you Bella Swan. I fucking love you more than life itself and if I have to spend another day being just a booty call I might just fucking die."
I swear Edward just told me he loves me. Did I hear him right? Surely he didn't say that. I mean, why would he want plain ol Bella Swan? Things like that just don't happen to me. All I can do is stand there and stare at him. My voice won't work and Edward begins to notice it because I can see his face fall into a frown and his eyes have a sadness I have never seen. I know I need to say something but I can't get my fucking brain to engage.
"Son of a bitch. You don't feel the same do you? Shit Bella, I'm sorry. I thought I read the signs correctly. Clearly I have just made a fool of myself." He turns and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. I'm left there, naked and shocked in Trooper Edward Cullen's laundry room. What the fuck just happened?
I manage to get my clothes back on and head out to the living room looking for Edward. He's not there and I start to panic. Quickly I walk through the house looking in every room. Finally I find Edward sitting out on the back patio. He's sitting with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. There is a Stella Artois on the table, half full. God he looks so distraught and it's all my fault because I couldn't fucking engage my damn brain. Fix this Swan….now!
"Edward baby, I'm sorry." I move to stand in front of him. He looks up at me with red rimmed eyes and it breaks my heart to know he's been crying. Quickly I take his hands in mine and push him back into the chair so I can sit on his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and his automatically go around my hips securing me to him. "I'm sorry I didn't react back there in the laundry room. The truth is I was shocked. I never dreamed you would want more from me. I'm just me, I'm plain, I'm not really anything to look at and you, shit Edward, you're this perfect God-like specimen of manhood. You're unbelievably gorgeous, you have a personality that anyone would die to have, and don't even get me started on that fuckhot body. Edward you have a heart of gold and you would give the shirt off your back to anyone who needed it. You are fucking amazing at your job, you're a damn fine State Trooper and I've never been so in love with anyone else in my life. I want more too Edward. I want all of you Trooper Cullen. Everything you can give me, I want." I lean down and kiss Edward deeply. He breaks our kiss and looks at me with relief written all over his face.
"Oh God Bella, thank you baby. Thank you. I promise you from this day on, I will never EVER leave you. I will love you forever and a day past that. I will cherish you and worship your body every night. Bella, I want you to be the mother of my children. I want you to marry me one day. I can't tell you how happy you have made me baby. God I love you."
"Well Trooper, I have more laundry to do, so why don't we try out another spin cycle?" I wiggle my eyebrows at Edward and quicker than humanly possible, he stands from the chair with me still in his arms and runs us back inside to the laundry room.
"Up against the wall and spread 'em Ms. Swan. I'm going to need to frisk you first."
"Whatever you say Trooper Fuckhot. Whatever you say."