You give me just a taste so I want more
Now my hands are bleeding and my knees are raw
Cos you've got me crawlin', crawlin' on the floor
And I've never met a girl like you before
You've made me acknowledge the devil in me
I hope to God I'm talkin' metaphorically
Hope that I'm talkin' allegorically
Know that I'm talkin' about the way I feel
And I've never known a girl like you before
~Never Met A Girl Like You Before- Iggy Pop~
~Edward~
I wake to the shrill ringing of my cell phone, sitting up quickly on the fourth ring trying not to jostle a still soundly sleeping Bella as I disentangle myself from her limbs. I am instantly fucking annoyed because she looks beautiful in her slumber and I want nothing more at the moment than to bask in the closeness that we acquired last night. The phone starts ringing again just as I find my jeans, which are strewn haphazardly on the floor near the foot of the bed. Pulling my phone out of the back pocket, I answer without looking at the caller id.
“What” I snap looking over to make sure that Bella was not disturbed by the phone.
“Well good morning to you too, Sunshine”, Gianna’s smooth voice purrs on the other line.
“What do you want, G?” I bite out a little more harshly than I intend to, but not at all sorry about it because I didn’t get to fully enjoy the experience of waking up with Bella in my arms. It was a first for me after all.
“What I want, is to know what I’m supposed to say to the endless string of calls I’ve been receiving all morning, asshole,” she snaps back, irritation coloring her tone.
“Oh, shit. Sorry, G” I offer glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It is already ten-thirty so I can’t really be too pissed about the interruption. “What do they want to know?” I ask grabbing my jeans and heading out into the hallway, softly closing the door behind me. Cradling the phone between my shoulder and my ear, I pull on my jeans while listening to Gianna rant.
“What the fuck, Edward! Don’t you think that as your publicist I deserve a little warning when you pull a stunt like this? It’s not as if this is just a leaked picture or something, you have caused a goddamn media frenzy! What the fuck were you thinking? How am I supposed to make this go away, you inconsiderate prick!”
“Christ, Gianna. Calm the fuck down. Let me get my laptop booted up” I utter while heading for my study. I sit at my desk scrubbing my hand over my face and head, waiting for my computer to power up. When I finally get the green light I Google last night’s concert “Okay, where are they?” I ask before hundreds of pictures pop up of Bella and me.
“Where aren’t they?” she retorts, exasperation clear in her voice.
“What’s your fucking problem?” I demand impatiently, getting really fucking annoyed at her hostile attitude.
“Who is she?” she asks, her voice sounding small and meek over the line.
Oh, shit. She sounds…jealous? I am a tad bit confused by her reaction considering I have never shown even the slightest bit of interest in her. Come to think of it, I have never even been particularly nice to her at all. She is just “the publicist”…period. I mean, she looks alright I guess in a “Rosalie” sort of way (we all know how I feel about that) only with an olive skin tone and dark hair full of overly processed highlights, so as far as me being interested in her, not a fucking chance.
“Her name is Bella. What else do they want to know?” I’m trying to keep my voice even but not really successful in hiding the suspicion coming through in it.
Her voice is as cold as ice as she presses “So, are you with her then or what?”
“Does the press want to know that, G, or do you?” I ask clenching my jaw together, thinking I need to permanently lose the nickname the band uses for her. I certainly do not want to encourage her ridiculous behavior, and she has pissed me off beyond reproach by the way she is referring to Bella.
She doesn’t answer giving me all the conformation I need. I am so fucking pissed. Who the hell does this bitch think she is?
“Yes, we are together” I answer calmly and confidently with a little bit of malice lacing my tone, just as Bella appears in the doorway wearing, what seems to be, only my t-shirt from yesterday. I wave her over pulling her into my lap and placing a wet kiss on her mouth.
“She’s very young” Gianna accuses in my ear as my tongue gently probes Bella‘s sweet mouth.
“She’s also very fucking beautiful, yet I don’t hear you pointing out that fact” I retort turning my attention back to Bella whose eyes are now trained on the series of photos of us on the monitor. I kiss her neck murmuring, “Morning, baby”. She looks over her shoulder flashing me a dimpled grin and then turns her attention back to the photos.
“She’s there with you!” Gianna bellows.
“These are hot,” Bella muses out loud. I nod my head, which is resting on her shoulder, in agreement because they are indeed fucking hot. There is one in particular where you can see just a hint of tongue and I wonder idly where I can get a copy of it.
“Yes, of course she is here with me.” I answer with a dangerous edge to my voice.
“What about your rules?” she presses, sounding defeated.
“The rules don’t apply to Bella, she’s the real deal, not that it is any of your fucking business.”
“I see” she deadpans, ice seeping into her tone.
“Do you?” I challenge while tightening the arm I have around Bella‘s waist, wanting there to be no doubt in either of their minds that I was completely unavailable to anyone but Bella.
“Of course” by this point, Gianna’s voice is utterly void of emotion. “What would you like to say about the photos?”
“Nothing I don’t think, but I need to discuss it with Bella first. We will call you back later.”
“Fine, whatever” she huffs “I won--”
I roll my eyes dramatically, causing Bella to giggle, as I end the call effectively cutting Gianna off and place the phone on the desk next to the computer. We spend about thirty more minutes sifting through the photos of us posted on the internet. Bella quirks her eyebrow as we read a caption about my “mysterious brunette companion”.
I wait for the alarm to set in triggering the urge to bolt, but it never comes. Well, that’s a lie; I did have a minor internal panic attack looking at the photos. It’s not that I regretted letting the media see us together, it was just absorbing the sheer enormity of the situation. Gianna is right though; the pictures are fucking everywhere…even the local news. It is honestly a little unnerving to see. There really is no taking this back. Bella seems unaffected which makes me feel guilty for freaking out a little, but then again she really has no idea what all this means for her yet.
She stands up from my lap, leaning over the large mahogany desk to grab a piece of paper from the printer tray and I get a nice peek of her ass cheeks as they hang proudly out of my tee shirt where the hem had ridden up. Damn I am a lucky bastard. She resumes her position on my lap and starts to jot something down from one of the websites we have been looking at. Because I am a horny bastard, however, I attack her neck with wet open-mouthed kisses while trailing my hands up her thighs underneath my shirt kneading gently as I let my fingers drift closer and closer to the promise land, trying to distract her from her task and make her focus on me. I am just about to make contact when my phone rings again.
“Fuck!” I shout grabbing the device and hitting send as if it has personally offended me.
“What” I snap at the unknown caller trying very hard, albeit unsuccessfully, to reign in my temper.
“Dude, have you seen the pictures yet, bro?” Emmett’s overeager voice comes through the line. He sounds like a kid with a shiny new toy.
“Yeah, we are looking at them now.” I answer him going back to work on Bella’s neck.
“Gross, fuckwad. I don’t wanna hear you slurping”. He makes a fake gagging sound before continuing, “They’re fuckin’ hot, dontcha think?”
“Uh hu” I acknowledge while trailing my tongue over the several hickies I left on her neck. Jesus fucking Christ, it looks like a vampire got a hold of her last night. I almost feel bad…almost…but not really…at all, because as it turns out, I am a possessive motherfucker.
Who knew?
He interrupts my mental rant by telling me that he is going to go regurgitate his breakfast due to the nasty sounds I am making and that Alice wants to talk to Bella. I hand the phone over to her mumbling “Alice” against the skin behind her ear while running the fingers of my free hand over her slick folds.
“Hello” Bella chokes out mid moan, trying unsuccessfully to bat my hand away causing me to chuckle.
“EDWARD!” Alice yells through the phone “STOP WHATEVER PERVY SHIT YOU ARE DOING TO BELLA, I NEED HER TO CONCENTRATE!”
I sit back with a huff as Bella turns to smirk at me grinding her ass into my rock hard dick causing me to groan loudly. I put my hands on her hips stilling her movements as I scowl at her. I’m not sure what Alice is telling her but Bella blushes and apologizes.
“Okay, okay--sorry.” she turns her head to look at me shyly over her shoulder before answering “No, I don’t think so, Alice” I strain my ears trying to hear what Alice is saying but all I can hear is Bella’s side of the conversation. “No…Nuh uh…I don’t know….he didn’t ask me” she says averting her eyes to the floor, while toying with a loose string on the bottom of the shirt she is wearing.
“WHAT?” I hear Alice yell again, “LET ME TALK TO HIM!”
I reach for the phone shouting back “What the hell, Alice!”
“Why haven’t you asked her? You had better not break her heart assward; she is going to be my best friend. How am I supposed to find her a dress in time if you don’t hurry up and ask?” I am positive she has not taken a single breath through that entire tirade.
“Whoa, slow down there killer. I haven’t asked her yet because we have been a little preoccupied. Besides, I was gonna ask Zafrina to bring some things to the house so she is not mobbed in the streets.”
“You’re gonna use Rosalie’s stylist?” she says the word like it‘s dirty or something, completely confusing me. Isn’t that what chicks do for red carpet events and whatnot, call in stylists?
“Yes?” I question more than answer.
“Oh, okay. I see” she sighed sounding completely dejected.
“What is it, Al?”
“It’s nothing really…it’s just that I was hoping, maybe, to dress her…” she sounded so disappointed.
“I don’t know, Al. You’ll have to ask her that yourself, but let me talk to her first” I requested, “We will call you back.”
“Kay. Ciao!”
I hang up the phone just as Bella starts to speak, “You know, it’s really fucking annoying for you to talk about me like I am not in the room.” she turns to glare at me over her shoulder then she goes back to making comments about our pictures on the internet blogs she is looking at.
“Uh, sorry” I say lamely “So, I wanted to ask you something last night, but well we got a little sidetracked” I trail off awkwardly clicking my tongue ring against the steel in my lip. She turns slowly in my lap so that she is straddling me and threads her fingers into my hair gesturing with her head for me to continue. “Well, I have to attend the MTV Movie Awards on the 17th of this month because the band is nominated for an award, and I was hoping you would accompany me. We would leave Wednesday the fourteenth, the ceremony is on Saturday then we would fly back Sunday. We would get back with Monday to rest up for the show on Tuesday in Poland.”
“Yes, of course. I would love to go with you,” she says, excitement dancing in her gorgeous brown eyes while she wraps her arms around my neck and plants a sloppy kiss on my mouth. I laugh at her exuberance as I continue. “Okay, good…great. Umm well, from what I understand we will head for L.A. straight from Finland, since we have a show there Tuesday night.” I am happy that she has agreed to go to L.A. with me, but also a bit nervous because I have implied that she would be with me in Finland rather than asked, but I really don’t want to give her the opportunity to say no. Fucking coward.
“You want me to go to Finland with you?” she asks with genuine amazement lacing her beautiful features.
“Of course” I say simply “I want you to go everywhere on this tour with me.” sincerity ringing clearly in my voice as I take her hand in mine. The shocked expression on her face urging me to rush to convince her. “I mean you were planning to tour Europe anyway, right, so I thought you could just do it with me?” I explain lamely while tugging at my hair thinking about how I desperately need a shower.
Mmmm, wet, soapy Bella.
Her uncertain voice pulls me from my shower fantasy “I wouldn’t want to be a burden” she weakly protests, hope shining through in her eyes.
“You could never be a burden to me, I promise. Besides, I just fucking found you…I don’t want to be away from you. We could use the time to get to know each other better. I understand that it is a bit unconventional and slightly backwards but I know of many music couples that have made it work this way. Look at Jasper and Alice.” I plead not even caring that I sound like a whiny bitch.
“If you’re sure…,” she prompts searching my eyes for the answer to some unknown question.
I take her face in my hands and vow, “Bella, I have never been more sure of anything in my life.” And I am. I know that the life of a musician’s girlfriend is hard but I also know that it could be rewarding for both parties involved. I have seen first hand how happy Alice makes Jasper on the road and how happy Jasper makes Alice by loving and providing for her. The situation isn’t always easy but it is definitely worth it, and I am willing to take that risk. I can only hope Bella is willing as well.
She surprises me by diving forward to attack my mouth, kissing and biting at my lips, forcing her tongue inside. She vigorously explores my mouth running her tongue along my teeth before biting my bottom lip whimpering and moaning while pulling at my hair. I quickly yank off the tee shirt she is wearing exposing her tight curvy body. She goes back to my mouth enthusiastically as I grab and palm her perfect ass pulling her tight up against my body. I pull my mouth from her and ask as I thrust my jean-covered cock into her, “Is that a yes?” I whisper against her lips. She attacks my neck licking and nipping,
“yes” she breathes grinding her hips into mine “yes”.
“Fuck, Bella” I grind out moving my mouth to the barbell in her right nipple as I shift my hand around to burry two fingers deep inside her. She is so wet that her juices are running down my wrist as she rides my hand with abandon. I press my thumb to her clit and move it in circles keeping rhythm with her hips. She reaches her hand down between our bodies and pulls me from the confines of my jeans, then brings her hand up to her mouth to lick her palm. She stops suddenly and looks at me with a smirk and a wicked gleam in her eye as she slips her hand down between her legs to catch some of the oozing moisture. She then wraps her wet hand around my weeping cock and starts pumping in time with her thrusts while watching the overwhelming lust cloud my eyes.
“Jesusfuckingchrist” I choke out grunting as she starts purposely flicking the steel balls on my ladder with her nail. I close my eyes replaying what she has just done in my head because it is definitely one of the hottest things I have ever seen or experienced. I start matching her thrusts as we pick up speed and intensity, my face buried in her neck. I add more pressure to her clit trying to flick her ball as she has done mine knowing I am not going to last much longer. “You feel so fucking good, Bella. So fucking good…so wet for me” she moans loudly whimpering as her movements become erratic. “That’s it sweet girl…show me how good I make you feel” and just because I can’t resist I smack her ass…hard with my free hand. That is all it takes for Bella to come groaning out my name. I am pleasantly surprised and extremely ecstatic to find out that she is indeed a naughty little thing and likes to have her ass smacked. That knowledge alone sends me over the edge, shooting my jizz all over my chest. Using the shirt Bella was wearing I clean us up then toss it back to the floor. Bella has collapsed against me tracing the ink on my chest with her fingers.
I am just about to broach the subject of Alice helping her to find a dress when her stomach grumbles loudly. We laugh together before I suggest that she shower while I make us breakfast, or lunch or whatever the fuck meal it is time for. I show her where the towels are and pull out the extra toothbrush I had purchased for the trip, I will just replace it later. When I hear the water turn on, I rummage through my dresser to find something for her to wear because I am sure she would not want to put on the clothes she wore last night. I end up pulling out a wife beater for her to wear along with a pair of my boxers. I set the clothes on the counter in the bathroom then proceed to take out my contacts before heading to the guest bathroom to shower myself. They were fucking killing me and I don’t give a fuck if Bella sees me in my glasses, it’s not like she won’t eventually see them anyway and she is not the type to ditch me for my less than stellar eyesight.
I have showered and dressed and am currently in the kitchen making waffles when I hear her descend the stairs. “I hope you realize that you are not getting this back” she announces as she turns the corner entering the kitchen when I catch sight of her amazing rack sans bra on perfect display for me through the thin fabric of the shirt I gave her. I smirk as I finally look up to her face “Well aren’t we a pair.” I can’t help but chuckle as she rolls her eyes at me,
“I saw the solution on the counter and I couldn’t resist. They were fucking killing me!” she laughs, “Besides, it made me less embarrassed to emerge wearing these knowing that you wore glasses too,” she admits blushing profusely. Her embarrassment catching me off guard,
“Why the hell would you be embarrassed? You look hot as fuck” I reassure her as I wrap my arms around her waist and stick my face in her neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell like me,” I observe.
“Um hmm, hey, sorry about these” she says lightly tracing her fingers along the marks left along the side of my throat as the corner of her lips curl up slightly. I narrow my eyes at her “You are so full of shit” I roll my eyes “you are not any more sorry than I am” I tease tracing over her marks “besides, we match” I finish with a winning smile. She just laughs at me picking up one of the plated waffles and pushing past me to sit at one of the breakfast stools.
Over brunch I finally get the chance to talk to her about Alice‘s offer, to which of course she is agreeable. We call her back letting her in on the good news and the girls make plans to shop the following day. We also make plans with the rest of the group to meet for dinner. Alice is going to come by while I am at rehearsal to help Bella get ready since we will without a doubt be photographed while we are out. I also suggest that Bella make plans to have her luggage brought to my house so Alice can help her organize and pack her stuff for the tour. I know that Alice will load Bella up with clothes appropriate for the activities and several appearances we will engage in over the next couple of months. I also discuss with Bella the opportunities for her brother and his girlfriend to meet up with us. She says she will call him while I am out today and let me know the dates and locations he will be joining us for when I get home so that I can make the appropriate arrangements.
When the guys and I arrive back at my flat after rehearsal, we fine only Alice down in the living area. She informs us that Bella is still upstairs getting ready because she‘d had a long conversation with her brother earlier. When Emmett asks about Rosalie, Alice just rolls her eyes and informs him that Rosalie had declined her invitation to come over and get ready with her and Bella and that she is due to show up any minute. Rosalie and Alice were never really close before, but it is still sad for Emmett to see her alienate herself even further because of her dislike for Bella.
About twenty minutes later, Rosalie arrives with Tanya in tow. “What the fuck is she doing here?” I growl, staring pointedly at Rosalie.
“Alice called to tell me that the group was having dinner tonight at Hakkasan. She mentioned that your little girlfriend’s brother was also going to be tagging along, so I figured if her sibling is invited I could certainly invite mine.” she challenges, her voice sickeningly sweet. I glare at Rosalie as she walks past me leading Tanya into the living room offering her a drink. Just as she is pouring everyone a round of scotch, Bella walks into the room and right into my arms.
She is wearing a strapless sheer white top that hangs loosely but has a pinkish tie at the waist, tight jeans and light colored heels with straps across her feet. Her hair is down and curled at the ends and she has minimal make-up on. She looks fucking beautiful. I lean in to kiss her thoroughly,
“Hey, gorgeous” I say against her lips savoring her taste on my tongue.
“Hey, yourself” she answers with a smile reaching up for another kiss. I happily oblige thrusting my tongue into her mouth while gently palming her ass.
“For fucks sake, Edward. We don’t want to see that shit,” Rosalie mutters sitting next to Tanya on the couch.
“This is my house Rosalie, and I strongly suggest if you don’t want to see this shit, then don’t come here.” I admonish rudely, going back for another kiss while staring right at her, daring her to say anything else about it. Bitch.
She huffs mumbling to herself, just as Tanya lets out a phony screech. I look over at her to see that the drink she is holding has been spilled all over her white halter-top.
“Oh, no! My shirt is all wet.” she whines. “Eddie, do you have a shirt I can borrow?” Yep, I knew it. Just as I thought, she and Rosalie are up to something and I am not about to get tossed into their ridiculous plan.
“You could always tuck in one of his button downs rolling up the sleeves leaving most of the buttons undone. That would be hot T, or you could knot one of his t-shirts at the waist. Either option would look cute with the skirt you are wearing. It‘s all the rage to be seen in your guys clothes, so no one would think twice about it.” Rosalie offers as excitement dances in Tanya‘s eyes. Bella turns to look disbelievingly at the two women.
“Edward, grab T one of your shirts,” she orders, crossing her arms across her chest daring me to challenge her.
The fuck you say?
The bitch is in for one hell of a shock because I’m not Emmett and I certainly do not take orders from Rosalie Hale.
“I don’t fucking think so, Rosalie. It’s not my problem that she can’t keep her drink in her glass and I am sure as fuck not going to have anyone other than Bella seen or photographed in my clothes.” There is no room for argument in the tone I use because I am not about to make this relationship any harder on Bella and I than it is already going to be and having some other woman photographed in my shirt is a sure way to add unnecessary strain. The media would analyze that shit for days and I am not going to put Bella in the position to be publicly compared to anyone especially a tramp like Tanya, not that there is any comparison to me.
“Why are you being such an asshole, Edward? It’s just a fucking shirt!” Rosalie presses knowing exactly what the big deal is…it is all part of her scheming.
“Because I am always an asshole, Rosalie, that is nothing new. You can take her home to change and meet us at the restaurant, but I’m not giving her one.”
She and Tanya exchange a look but thankfully drop the subject.
I take Bella’s hand as we head for Hakkasan and silently wonder what is in store for us when we reach the restaurant.
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