Chapter 11: Physical

I wanna take you baby
I wanna take you out
I wanna wine and dine you
Oh I wanna twist and twist and shout
I want you hot in my arms
So soft on my bed
You get the key to my heart
Oh when you wear that sweet dress

But you're too physical physical to me
You're just too physical physical no to me




~Physical (you’re too)- Nine Inch Nails~



~Edward~



I can vaguely hear voices on the periphery of my unconscious state, “…sick bastard even gropes her ass in his sleep.” I open my eyes slowly, without lifting my head from the niche of Bella’s neck, feeling only a little bad about squishing her as it registers in my mind that I am laying half on top of her tiny frame as a result of how completely I am tangled up with her. We are literally a mess of limbs. I smirk against her collarbone as I realize that I am indeed, groping her ass. What can I say…it’s like a fucking magnet. But just as quickly, I’m pissed off because we are totally naked and completely uncovered so I snap my eyes in the direction of the voices to see who is checking us out in all of our glory.



What I see bewilders me a bit. Alice is holding a purple digital camera, looking through it with Rosalie, at what I assume, are pictures she has just taken of me and Bella, while Emmett is pointing at the video camera on the nightstand, muttering to Jasper who looks equally fucking interested in it. When Emmett finally registers that I am watching them, he bellows out in his loud fucking obnoxious voice, “Dude, it that a video camera? Shit man, that’s fuckin’ kinky.”



“Shut the fuck up, asshole, and get the fuck out of our room,” I snap, hugging Bella even closer to me. I huff, glaring at the group of intruders as she begins to stir in my arms.



She gently tugs on the hair that her hand is currently wrapped around while the other starts its journey down my body as she arches her back, pressing her soft, round tits into my chest. She grinds her already wet pussy against my thigh, making me groan and tighten my grip on her ass, as I try to stop her, “Baby…” Completely ignoring me, she digs her blunt fingernails into the flesh of my ass trying with all her might to move me so that our hips line up while she continues to grind against me. Fuck, it has become clear that stopping her is going to take insane amounts of self-control that I simply do not possess. In one last ditch effort, I manage to choke out, “We have an audience, Bella.” I know that I’m not capable of resisting her advances, so I maneuver myself between her legs as stealthily as possible while pulling the sheet up from the end of the bed, trying to keep as much of her covered as I can. I prompt her one more time, “Baby?”



She huffs, clearly annoyed as she declares, “They can stand there and watch, or get the fuck out, I don’t really care…I need you inside me now.” With that she forcefully pulls my face to hers, invading my mouth with her tongue while arching her back and wrapping her long, smooth legs around my hips. Deciding that if she doesn’t care then I certainly don’t, I reach down between us placing weeping cock at her entrance and thrust in with one deep stroke earning a gasp from her along with a breathy ‘fuck’. The movement is harsh and fast and there’s no way that they can’t tell what is happening underneath the thin sheet, but at the same time, the sheet covers enough so that they don‘t get all the gory details…and if they don’t want to see it they can, as my baby said before, get the fuck out. What are they fucking doing in here in the first place?



Shooting my eyes to the doorway, I notice Emmett standing with his mouth hanging open as he stutters out, “Damn, I didn’t think they’d really do it…” and Jasper holding Alice flush to his chest as he cups her pussy. She looks completely turned on, watching us, as he sucks on her neck.



Bella’s voice pulls me out of my stupor, “Fuck, Edward, look at them.” When I look down at her, I notice her eyes are completely trained on Jasper’s hand. When her eyes rake up Alice’s body and lock on hers she lets out a loud moan. Alice and Bella stare at each other with lust and it is too much for me, I tear my eyes away from Bella’s face, resting my forehead on her shoulder, while trying to keep as much of her body covered with mine as possible. I may have exhibitionist tendencies, but I am still a possessive asshole who does not want any other motherfucker looking at my girl’s naked body. I still can’t help but lean up a little to watch her tits move as I slam into her, though, and I know they can see a glimpse of them now, too, with the way my body is lifting the sheet away from her. A blur of movement to my right lets me know that the rest of the fucking perverts have left and we are finally alone to finish what we’ve started.



While we are laying sweaty and spent she timidly asks what time the ‘rents will arrive. Pushing her sweat-matted hair off of her forehead, I place a gentle kiss to her temple as mumble, “One-thirty,” against her hair. She stiffens slightly in my arms before taking a deep shaky breath and opening her deep, soulful eyes. “I hope they like me,” she whispers as her eyes drop to the loose thread she is tugging at on the sheet.



“They’ll love you, just as I do.” It feels weird to talk candidly about love, but kind of nice, too. “And it wouldn’t fucking matter if they didn’t.” The smile in her eyes tells me that she is thinking entirely too much about the outcome of this meeting, but that she believes what I am saying.



“Is this the first time you ‘meet the parents’?” I joke, trying to lighten the mood, while continuing to stroke her long, silky hair.



“Well, kinda, I guess. I mean, I’ve met parents of boys I dated in the past, but I’ve never been in a serious relationship before, so it didn’t really matter.” She focuses on the lamp on the nightstand for a moment before she continues, “And with Collin, I was never really his girlfriend, so…he never formally introduced me to his parents.” The look of dejection on her face is heartbreaking. The thought that someone could treat the wonderful woman in my arms with such little regard is astonishing to me.



Her soft voice pulls me from my musings, “I met them once, at a charity fundraiser for breast cancer awareness. I will never forget the way his mother looked at me with such distaste, like I was beneath her. I guess I was. The sad part was that he merely referred to me as an acquaintance that happened to be volunteering, an acquaintance whose name he couldn‘t remember. God, I was such a fool.”



“No, Bella. He was the fool. Any man would be fucking honored to be with such an amazing woman. I know I am.” I reach out and caress the soft skin of her jaw before placing a gentle kiss there, as I add, “I am one lucky son-of-a-bitch, and you are beneath no one.”



Her lips are warm and soft as they capture mine in deep sensual kiss and I can feel her gratitude and acceptance of my words conveyed as she moves her lips and tongue passionately against mine. The next twenty minutes are spent kissing and caressing languidly until the alarm on my phone buzzes, alerting us that we have an hour before Peter is scheduled to arrive. I let out a slight huff knowing that Gianna will be with him. It seriously fucking sucks that we have to put up with her until January.



Bella makes me shower first, arguing that she needs more time to make herself presentable for the impending introduction to my family. I whine like a five year old who dreads the part of his day where his mother throws him in the water, but I finally give in after noticing the tense set of her shoulders. If she wants to spend two completely unnecessary hours getting ready, so be it. All I fucking care about is that she is comfortable and relaxed.



Voices coming from the living room catch my attention as I sip my coffee while waiting for my bagel to toast in the kitchen. I easily recognize Alice and Rosalie talking to who I assume is Gianna and Tanya. Fucking great. That ought to be a spectacular combination.



When I finally decide to stop being a pussy and emerge from the kitchen, I find that I am indeed correct. Alice and Rosalie are entertaining Tanya, Gianna and Charlotte. It’s strange to me how Alice’s normally friendly demeanor is stiff and uncomfortable in the presence of the three harpies. Charlotte is really nice, though, and as I take a closer look, I notice that she looks uncomfortable, as well.



“Great, just the audience I was hoping for when I meet my boyfriend’s parents for the first time,” Bella’s husky voice breaks me from my pondering as she wraps her arms around my waist, pressing her forehead into my back. Her petulance makes me chuckle as I lift one of her delicate hands to place a gentle kiss in her palm.



Turning in her embrace, I place my hands on either side of her face as I attempt to reassure her, “It will be fine, you’ll see.” The anxiety in her features softens and I add, while sliding my hands down the smooth skin of her arms until I can thread my fingers through hers, “We’ll take them out to a late lunch, that way we can get away from here.” The intention to get us away from Tanya, Gianna and Rosalie is not lost on her and her answering smile is contagious. I return it enthusiastically before leaning down and capturing her luscious lips in a fiery kiss, instinctually letting go of her hands to run my open palms over the delicious curves of her ass, making her moan into my mouth. She tastes like peppermint and Bella as I devour her mouth. Fucking delicious.



I am just about to darken the fading marks on her neck when I hear a throat clearing loudly behind me. Whipping my head to glance over my shoulder I see Emmett standing in the doorway behind my mom and dad, laughing. Asshole.



Placing one last chaste kiss to her soft lips, I wink at her then situate myself at her side with my arm wrapped protectively around her small frame as I finally acknowledge my parents, while simultaneously throwing the finger at Emmett. “Hey Mom, Dad, this is my Bella. Baby, this is my mother, Esme and my father, Carlisle.” I shoot my dad a dirty look when he finally tears his eyes away from Bella’s lips long enough to respond.



“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bella,” he says smoothly, reaching for her hand and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it while my mother just stands there gaping at us. “You too, Dr. Cullen…I mean, it’s a pleasure to meet you, as well,” Bella stutters as she blushes profusely. I am just about to ask my mother what her fucking problem is when she rushes forward, scooping Bella into her arms while practically sobbing into her hair as my father corrects her, “No need for the formalities, doll, just Carlisle and Esme is fine.”



“Oh, Bella dear, I am so happy to meet you. Heavens, You are so beautiful…” she trails off as she pulls back, taking Bella’s face in her hands while she gives her a once over. It is at this point that I notice the amount of care she put into getting ready for them. The frilly top combined with my favorite ass hugging jean shorts makes it clear to me that she put in extra effort to look nice, while still being true to who she is. That thought alone makes me really fucking happy, considering what she told me earlier about changing herself in order to impress that fuckhead she was involved with before. I look over at my dad to try to enlist his help in getting my mom to stop attacking my woman, and notice that his eyes are now trained on her ass. Fucking Christ. “Dad, stop checking out my girl,” I spit out as I glare at him, really fucking annoyed that he is ogling her. Not that I can blame him, though, her ass looks goddamn spectacular in those shorts, especially with the high heeled shoes she has on with them. He just smirks at me and he shrugs as he adjusts his boner, not apologetic in the least. Fucker.



Bella sends me a perplexed look because now my mother has her arms stretched out away from her body as she looks her up and down peeking around to look at the back. “Oh! Look at that!” she exclaims as she lightly taps Bella’s ass a couple of times, making her blush even harder if that is even possible.



“Ma…” I try to interrupt her inspection but she blatantly ignores me while continuing to pester my girl, “Oh, sweetheart, you two will make me the most beautiful grandbabies! Please tell me I won’t have to wait long. Edward is getting old, and I don’t want his swimmers to dry up, if you know what I mean.” She wraps Bella in a tight embrace as she adds, “I can hardly wait!”



“Ma, if you keep this shit up, you’re gonna scare her away…then you’ll never fucking get grandbabies.” I send Bella an apologetic look as I yank at my hair, completely mortified by my mother‘s behavior. When she looks over however, the smile on her face is breathtaking. Not only does she look comfortable in my mother’s arms, but she looks happy. It is at this point that I remember that she grew up with a very flighty and absent mother. I can’t help the smile that curls up the side of my mouth, because she is going to be mothered to fucking death, now. The fact that my parents have wholeheartedly accepted Bella makes me fucking ecstatic, although it disturbs me to have my dad leering at the goods.



“Your mother likes my ass, Edward, and she hopes to see it on her grandkids,” she smiles at me. I just roll my eyes and respond like it‘s nothing, “Everyone likes your ass, baby, and with any luck our kids are going to look just fucking like you,” even though I’m completely fucking relieved that she wants to have babies with me.



Dad informs me that Lizzy and Alec will not arrive until eight this evening, leaving our afternoon free. My mother squeals with delight at the suggestion that we go out for a late lunch, before scurrying into the living room to greet Alice and Charlotte, giving them each enthusiastic hugs, with my dad dutifully following behind. Slinging my arm around Bella’s shoulders, I follow them into the living room and settle into one of the overstuffed chairs, pulling her into my lap.



Charlotte and my mother are cackling like old hens at something Alice says while my dad looks on with an amused glint in his deep blue eyes. When I turn to Bella with the intention of apologizing for my out of control mother, I notice her staring…no gawking… at the ink on my father’s arm that disappears into the sleeve of his ugly ass yellow polo shirt. “Are you checking out my dad?” I ask incredulously, making her snap her attention back to me. Despite her denial, the expression on her face is one of embarrassment and guilt. I am torn between annoyance and amusement at her wide eyed expression so I decide to tease her a little. “Do I have some competition, baby?” I goad, tilting my head in his direction.



My cock stirs in my pants when her expression turns from shock to playfulness as she taunts me with a sexy smirk on her gorgeous face, “Well, I do like older men…and he’s pretty damn sexy, you know, with the ink and all.” Her smirk widens as I narrow my eyes, tightening my grip on her hips as I growl in her ear, “Do I need to remind you who you fucking belong to, Bella?” The quiet whimper that falls from her lips is all the confirmation I need as I pull her face to mine and kiss her roughly, sharply nipping her full bottom lip.



“Don’t mind them, they are always like that.” Alice’s tinkering laugh pulls me out of my lust induced fog. “Sorry,” Bella mumbles, laying her head sweetly against my shoulder as her cheeks flush pink while I, being the cocky bastard that I am, shoot a smug grin to my father who throws his head back and laughs.



“Don’t be ridiculous, honey, I am thrilled to see my son enraptured by such a sweet and lovely young lady,” my mother admonishes her with a dismissive flick of her wrist, before turning her attention to my dad with a glint in her eye, “Do you remember what it was like when we were young and in love like that, Carlisle?” Throwing a cocky smirk at her, he answers with a wink full of innuendo that I could have lived my whole fucking life without seeing, “Remember? We still fucking are. This morning wasn’t that long ago, love. ”



Bella’s smooth voice pulls me from the disgusting mental images that my dad’s allusion to sex has caused to invade my brain as she addresses my father, “The ink on your arm is beautiful, Carlisle.” He smiles warmly at her as he returns the compliment, “So is yours.” She returns the smile while toying with the hair on the back of my head as I nuzzle her neck with my arms wound tightly around her tiny waist. I catch my mother’s eye and grin as she places her hand over her heart with a wistful expression on her beautiful face, her eyes darting between the pendant hanging around my neck and the bracelet attached to Bella‘s wrist.



My father looks at Bella thoughtfully before clearing his throat and continuing while leaning forward, resting his elbows on his khaki covered knees, “My son-in-law, Alec, is a very talented tattoo artist. He has done a great deal of my ink, as well as Esme’s, Lizzy’s and, of course, Edward’s. You will meet him this evening, I believe.” Bella nods politely at him as she rises from her perch in my lap, pulling on my hand to get me to stand with her. My mom takes the hint, wrapping up her conversation with the girls by announcing how famished she is and that we should get going.



Lunch is surprisingly laid back and comfortable and aside from the fact that my dad flirts with Bella the entire time, I would say successful. My mom merely laughs at his antics while trying to get me to stop being such a fucking grouch about it by stating that it is a good thing that dad is so taken with her and that I have nothing to worry about since it is completely obvious that she is smitten with me. I have to admit that hearing my mom say that Bella’s feelings are obvious does make me feel a whole lot fucking better.



The house is empty when we return, making me wonder where everyone went. I’m sure that Emmett and Rosalie are out entertaining Tanya, but that still leaves Jasper, Alice, Peter, Charlotte and the queen bitch, Gianna, as well as our security team and their significant others. I really fucking hate that Gianna is here, and I send a silent prayer to whoever the fuck is listening that she does not cause any problems during their stay.



Leaving Bella with my parents in the living room, I head to our bedroom to grab Ruby, my favorite acoustic guitar, and the new one I purchased in Denmark, figuring it would be nice to play with my dad. It’s been too fucking long since we’ve jammed together, not to mention I think Bella will get a kick out of it.



When I turn the corner, all I see is my woman, with her head thrown back, laughing carefree with my mother. The sound of her laughter stirs something deep within me and at this point I don‘t even care that my internal ramblings sound like a pussy whipped pansy. The sunlight pouring through the floor-length windows glints off of her dark, inky hair, making it shimmer. I can see her dimples from where I am standing as she shoots me a wide smile while waving me over. As I approach her, she raises her perfectly arched eyebrow in question while eyeing the two guitars in my hands. Throwing her a wink, I turn and hand one to my father. Her eyes light up in understanding and she stands, announcing that she would like to change into something more comfortable, calling over her shoulder that she will be right back, as she flees to our room. My mother follows, wanting to get out of her uncomfortable clothes as well.



My father peels off his polo, leaving him in a white wife beater--like me--and starts toying with the guitar I handed him to make sure it is in tune, which earns an eye roll from me. My father has nearly as much ink as I do, and is still pretty fucking built despite the fact that he is pushing sixty. Other than the light smattering of grey at the temples, and the fine web of wrinkles around his eyes you’d never guess he was a day over forty-five. Time has been good to my old man, and he can still fucking rock with the best of us.



Bella emerges moments later with her hair haphazardly thrown up on top of her head in tiny black knit shorts, her crazy ass skull socks, glasses and--fuck me--the wife beater she confiscated from me, thankfully with a red bra underneath. Her eyes widen and she blushes as she takes in the sight of my dad without his dorky polo. Quickly recovering herself, she smirks at me before situating herself next to me on the couch. My mom joins us a moment later barefoot in some kind of lounge pants and a tank top, which shows off the beautiful band of purple orchids around her arm and shoulder. She runs her fingers through my dad’s hair, tousling it, before settling in beside him on the loveseat.



Bella leans over to whisper in my ear as I pluck out to opening chords to the Rolling Stones song I always start my father/son jam sessions with, “We match.” She plants a sloppy, wet kiss on the side of my neck and then grabs the strap of my beater with her teeth snapping it against my skin, causing me to fuck up the rhythm. Shit. I turn my head to send her a playful glare only to find her looking at me innocently while tugging her tongue ring between her teeth, lounging back against the arm of the couch.



Damn, she is so fucking sexy.



“You’re gonna pay for that,” I warn her with a mock scowl while trying to keep rhythm with my dad in my distracted state, earning a chuckle from him just before he starts singing.



“I’ll never be your beast of burden, my back is broad…but it’s a hurting. All I want is for you to make love to me.”



My dad is fucking awesome. I will always have kind of a hero-worship thing going on with him, but for the first time I get what he is feeling when he looks at my mom as he sings, and for the first time I feel like a man simply rocking out with another man, not a little boy trying desperately to be like my father.



I grin as I look over at Bella watching my father with awe, but it’s nothing like the way she looks at me as my verse arrives, which makes my chest fucking swell and my dick hard.



Throwing her a cocky smirk, I croon to her,



“I’ll never be your beast of burden, so let’s go home…and draw the curtains. Music on the radio, come on baby make sweet love to me.”



My dad joins me on the chorus, and I smile watching Bella squirm in her seat.



“Am I hard enough, am I rough enough, am I rich enough? I’m not to blind to see…”



As we are finishing up the first song, the front door opens and Emmett, Jasper, Peter and the girls filter in to join us. It doesn’t escape my notice that my mother narrows her eyes at Gianna, when she sends Bella a look that is filled with seething jealousy and hatred. My father, who also notices the look, sends me a pointed glance that clearly sends the message that we will be discussing this later. Once everyone is situated, Bella jumps up, taking Alice by the hand and pulling her to the kitchen to grab a bottle of scotch for the guys and a couple of bottles of wine for the women, as well as a bottle of tequila, salt and cut up limes for shots.



“Jesus, dad!” I snap at him as his eyes follow Bella’s ass to the kitchen. He rubs his jaw as his eyes slowly slide over to me, “I’m sorry son, but I haven’t seen an ass like that since your mother‘s.” He turns to wink at her, causing her to giggle and me to want to vomit. “You guys are fucking sick,” I sneer, earning a smirk from the cocky bastard, as my mom buries her face in his neck while sliding her hand up his thigh and he reaches down roughly grabbing her ass.



Kill me now.



As much as I want to be disgusted, I can’t help the small smile that crosses my face. I must have gotten the cocky, Neanderthal bullshit from somewhere, come to think of it, they have always been like that with each other; I guess I just never understood it before. I laugh to myself, like father, like fucking son.



Not five minutes later, the front door swings open and my little sister saunters in eyeing my parent’s grope-fest on the couch with a raised eyebrow before addressing me with a lifted chin, “What’s up, bitch?” to which I answer her with a one finger salute, “My nine-inch cock, you crazy bitch,“ making her laugh exuberantly. making her laugh exuberantly while my father snickers and my mother rolls her eyes.



“So, mom tells me I’ve got a new baby sister,” she questions as she makes her way into the room, adding an obvious, yet playful, emphasis to the word ‘baby‘. Leave it to my crude sibling to make an issue out of her age. Her eyes dart to Bella sitting at my side and her smile turns sly, “Holy fuck Edward, she’s fucking hot.” She slinks over, in her ridiculous knee-high plaid docs and black tutu holding her hand out to my girl. When Bella places her hand in Lizzy’s, she pulls her to her feet and envelopes her in a hug, chattering lowly in her ear, “You have got to let me place a dermal at the top of your cheek, just under and to the outside of your eye…it would be fucking gorgeous. We‘ll even use a diamond instead of a rhinestone…our boy Eddie here can afford it.” She pulls back caressing the side of Bella’s face tenderly, lingering her finger on the spot she wants to pierce. I have to admit, her suggestion would look sexy as fuck on Bella’s beautiful face, calling attention to her gorgeous eyes. I fucking love my sister. Her offer is her way of welcoming my girl into our family, giving her approval, if you will. I know my sister is a little wacky and overwhelming so I heave a huge sigh of relief when a breathtaking smile takes over Bella’s beautiful face as she nods and offers a sweet ‘thank you, I’d love that’ with slightly pink cheeks.



Turning my attention away from Bella and Lizzy, I offer my hand to my brother-in-law. Alec is a big motherfucker. He stands at least six-three and his body mass rivals Emmett’s. His hulking size combined with his bald head, goatee, and excessive ink makes him one intimidating son-of-a-bitch. Taking my hand, he yanks me in for a hug slapping me hard on the back. Fucker. I narrow my eyes at him as I pull back making him laugh.



“We gonna work on that right arm while I’m here?” he asks while crossing his massive arms over his chest and nodding toward my unfinished right arm. I look at him thoughtfully before I answer, darting my eyes over to where Bella is chatting animatedly with my mom and sister, before nervously answering while running my hand through my hair then down over my face, “Yeah, I mean, I know what I want…I just need to make sure she wont freak out or anything.” He nods while scrutinizing my expression and then turns his focus to the girls, looking Bella up and down. His eyes linger a little too long on her ass for my liking, making me bristle as I shoot him a glare with a raised eyebrow. He may be big and fucking scary, but so am I. Holding his hands up in surrender he goes on to press me about the design I’m contemplating. I don’t want to go into too much detail in front of everyone before I get the chance to talk to Bella about it, so I give him a brief overview then let him know I will give him the details when the girls are out tomorrow.



Reaching out to grab Bella’s hip, I pull her toward me with the intention of introducing her to my brother-in-law. She excuses herself from the conversation she is having, turning to me with a bewildered expression. Gesturing to the man standing next to me, I wrap my arm around her as I explain, “Baby, this is Lizzy’s husband, Alec. Alec this is my girlfriend, Bella.” “You are such an amazing artist, Alec. Your work is breathtaking.“ Bella’s voice rings with sincerity as she pays him this compliment and he responds with a wide smile. “Thank you, little lady, I can’t wait to get my work on you,” he offers with a wink, “That fair skin of yours is perfect for color…just like my Lizzy‘s.” She tightens her arms around my waist as she smiles at him before tilting her face up to me for a kiss, to which I eagerly comply.



Emmett, Jasper and Peter all join in when we settle in to continue our jam session. We are having a great fucking time as the drinks flow freely causing everyone to lose what little inhibitions we have in this group. After four rounds of tequila shots, Gianna turns completely to face Bella, and I know in my gut that the result of whatever bullshit that is about to spew out of her disgusting mouth is not going to end well.



“You’d think one would put forth some consideration and modesty when meeting the family of the guy you’re seeing,” Gianna bites out, her nasally voice dripping with venom before she adds with a smug smile, “Not everyone wants to see your ass hanging out of those poor excuse for shorts.” Either Gianna is blind or fucking stupid because she must not register the pure unadulterated rage flaming in Bella’s eyes when she continues to goad drunkenly, “Or maybe you like having all the men in the room lusting after your fat ass…slut.” She mutters the last part under her breath as she looks away, which is a really fucking stupid move because by the time I stand to physically throw the bitch out of the house by her fucking hair extensions, and I move quickly mind you, Bella and Lizzy are all over her. Momentarily stunned, I catch a glimpse of what is going down. Bella is straddled over her chest with a handful of Gianna’s hair, while Lizzy has one of her hands pinned out to the side and her other hand around Gianna’s throat while her legs flail wildly.



I am fucking enraged when I finally snap out of my stupor as I catch sight of Gianna grabbing for Bella’s hair with her free hand making me spring into action. With my father’s and Emmett’s help, we manage to get the girls separated while being extra rough with the whore-bitch Gianna. While my mother and Alec drag Gianna out the front door, I can hear my mother yelling profanities at her all the way down the steps, just as Alice and Jasper come running into the room from the kitchen to see what is going on. I quickly recount to them what went on while trying to calm Bella down. I frantically run my hands over every part of her body that I can reach looking for any sign of damage. So help me God, if that bitch has damaged one hair on my girl’s head I will make her pay…slowly and fucking painfully.



Just as I finish my assessment, I notice Tanya’s smug expression as she sits perfectly calm and content on the wingback chair situated in the corner of the room. Something about the wicked glint in her eye doesn’t sit right with me, but I don’t have much time to ponder it with all the fucking chaos going on around me.



Peter apologizes profusely before heading out to try and find a nearby hotel to put Gianna up in during their stay, stating that we will discuss this tomorrow when everyone has had a chance to calm down. I honestly don’t know what else there is left to discuss about this situation…I am fucking done. No one disrespects my girl that way and gets away with it…no one.



Before I realize, it’s nearing three-thirty in the morning and after rehashing the details of the earlier events we are all fairly soused and getting grabby. I watch Bella’s throat constrict as she swallows the last of her wine and it’s all I can do to stop imagining that it is my spunk she is swallowing as I come deep down her throat. I don’t know if it is purely the alcohol, watching my woman fight over me, completely feral and unrestrained, or what, but I am horny as fuck and I simply cannot wait another minute to get my dick inside her hot, wet pussy.



With my dick standing at attention, I rise from my place on the couch, pulling Bella with me. I attack her mouth while groping her ass, making her moan before I pull away, announcing that it is bed time, completely forgetting that my parents are in the same room as I take in her slightly parted lips, flushed cheeks and heavy lidded eyes. Fuck. “Yes, papi,” she breathes in a low throaty voice that makes my dick twitch. The tension between us is palpable and I can literally feel the sexual energy prickling at my skin. Picking her up by her ass as she wraps those glorious legs around me, I head for our room calling out over my shoulder, “‘Night, assholes.”



The last thing I hear as I leave the room is my mother’s amused voice, “Forgo the condoms and make me a grandbaby…” followed by my father’s rough voice grating out, “Damn.”