Behind Closed Doors

-x-o-x-Accidentally in Love-x-o-x-

BPOV

It was still dark when I woke the first time. Edward mumbled in my ear about defibrillation and cardiac something or other before letting out a short snore and quieting.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again, allowing myself to be surrounded in everything that was Edward. His warmth. His scent. The weight of his arm around me. The feel of his body along the length of my back. Even his breath, and an occasional snore in my ear. He was everywhere, and I loved it. I had no idea how I was going to sleep by myself when we got back to Seattle. Sure, we said we were going to continue our engagement and date, but Edward’s work didn’t allow for a regular sleeping schedule.

He mumbled again, and the only word I could make-out was mustache. I tried not to laugh, but a little giggle slipped out. I hadn’t noticed his sleep talking in the previous nights, but it was kind of adorable. Angela swore I talked in my sleep too, so it was good to know I wasn’t alone.

When I woke up the second time, it wasn’t Edward’s voice that got my attention, but his body… In the form of his morning wood poking me in the ass. I bit my lip and tried to stifle a moan, but it was hard. Oh yeah, it was hard. My hips instinctively pushed back against him, and he laughed.

“I didn’t think you were awake.” His voice was hoarse with sleep, and it was hot as hell.

I moaned and licked my lips. “How could I sleep with that poking me?”

We continued rocking our hips, and his hand slipped down my stomach and between my legs. His fingers found me already wet, and I moaned when he pushed them straight into me.

“You better not sleep through it.” His breath was warm as he chuckled in my ear.

His fingers pushed in and out, and his hard cock slid lazily between my cheeks. He was a fast learner. A couple of make-out sessions and a round of hot sex, and he already knew how to play my body like an instrument.

“Edward,” I panted, as I reached for him. My fingers found his hip, and I pulled him tighter against me.

“Fuck. Get a condom from the drawer.”

“What?” I couldn’t think as he nibbled my ear and his fingers drove into me rubbing my g-spot. Edward was talented; it had taken Paul months to find it.

“Condom.”

“Right.”

I lurched towards the nightstand, yanking the drawer open. My change in position pressed his hand on my clit. It felt so good I had to close my eyes and groan. I searched around blindly in the drawer, tossing aside what felt like a book and a pen before finding a small square packet. I scooted back against Edward and put the condom in his outstretched hand.

“I want you to come first.” His tone was commanding and, good lord, my body responded.

My breath hitched, and the feeling in my belly coiled tighter. He added a third finger and began pumping them in and out like a man on a mission. Some added pressure from the heel of his hand was all it took.

I came with a gasp, arching my back and biting my lip to stay quiet. I hadn’t heard anyone moving around, but I didn’t want to alert anyone to what we were doing.

He continued stroking me as I rode out my orgasm, then withdrew his fingers, leaving a wet trail on my skin as he drug them across my hip. I felt him moving behind me, and I heard the tear of the packet. I was so blissed out I was only vaguely aware of what was going on until I felt him sliding into me.

We moaned together as he started moving his hips. His hand cupped my breast before teasing and pinching my nipple. I wrapped my hand back around his neck and managed to tangle my fingers in his hair. It was slow and sweet. He felt incredible inside me, thrusting at the perfect angle to drive me crazy. My orgasm was slowly building, and I felt myself starting to tighten around him.

There were noises in the hallway, and I realized the rest of the family must have been waking up. I started to worry that we would get interrupted, but I didn’t want to stop.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I tugged at his hair in urgency.

“Fuck, no. Are you close?”

“Yes. Oh, God. So close.”

He brought his hand down from my breast and started quickly rubbing my clit.

“Quit fucking around in there,” Emmett’s voice boomed, and he rattled the door handle.

I gasped in surprise, and Edward broke rhythm, thrusting hard into me with a quick jerk.

“Mother fucker,” he grumbled and continued with hard strokes and a pinch to my clit.

My orgasm shot through me, and I couldn’t stop myself before I cried out, “Oh my God, yes!”

“Holy shit! You two are actually fucking around!”

“Shut. Up. Emmett,” Edward growled as he rocked into me a couple more times before grabbing my hip. He pressed tightly into me, letting out a loud groan as he came.

“Damn,” he sighed and kissed my neck. “That was amazing.”

“Oh my God. Did you just finish with me standing out here? You’re a fuckin’ stallion, bro!”

“Go away!” I tried to sound angry, and I was—Edward’s nosey family was annoying as hell—but I ended up laughing because it was just so ridiculous. Emmett laughed too, then he said something I couldn’t make out before thundering down the stairs.

Edward was breathing hard and chuckled as he slipped out of me. I rolled over to face him, still laughing. He gave me a quick kiss before he got up to take care of the condom and came back to bed.

I raised an eyebrow, and he shook his head and gave me a crooked smile.

“Your family is cray-zee.”

“I’m not going to argue with you.” He stretched next to me and began playing with my hair.

“Seriously, your brother just totally heard us having sex. That’s the second time someone has stood outside that door and tried to cockblock us.”

He laughed and waggled his eyebrows. “Yeah, but they were only successful once.”

A huge smile covered my face as I thought about the night before, but something on the main floor banged loudly and brought me back into the moment.

“It’s weird. You have no privacy. They are always up in your business.”

He sighed, still twirling a section of my hair around his finger. “I know you’re an only child, but didn’t you hear your roommates having sex in college?”

“You mean Angela? Well, yeah… But rarely. Plus, it’s not just about the sex.”

“I know. I guess I’m just used to it. We’ve always been close, looking out for each other.”

“I guess I just have to get used to it.”

He smirked. “You do. You’re stuck with us, Miss Swan.”

“You know, Angela and I had a sign in college. We didn’t need it terribly often, but a scrunchy on the door meant someone was… Busy.”

“We had a sign too, but it wasn’t all that effective. It was usually the sound of a headboard hitting the wall, and Emmett saying something like, ‘Ride me, baby. Just like that.’ The only thing that’s changed is now says Rose instead of baby. He used to call everyone baby so he didn’t have to remember their names.”

My eyes got wide. “What a pig!”

“Yeah,” he wrinkled his nose and shrugged, “but he was just a horny teenager.”

“Teenager? Oh shit, wait! He’s four years older than you, so this was when he was in high school?”

“Well, in high school and during college breaks.” He chuckled, then grew serious and reached up to cup my chin, his thumb running over my lips. “But I’m sorry if he embarrassed you. I’ll remind him that a closed door means someone wants privacy.” I had a feeling Esme would beat him to the punch. I was fairly certain Emmett was downstairs squealing like a girl about what he’d overheard.

“I’m not embarrassed, not really. It served him right, but I just can’t get my head around how close you all are. On the one hand, I’m freaked out by it, but on the other hand, I’m totally jealous.”

“Aww. Don’t be jealous, they’ve accepted you into the family. You can start oversharing and walking around without pants anytime now.”

“Who walks around without pants?”

“I’m so not telling you that. We’ll just wait until you see for yourself.”

“Like – totally without pants?”

Edward just nodded but wouldn’t tell me who it was. I didn’t want to see anyone’s naked ass, except Edward’s. I hoped that whoever it was, they at least wore underwear.

“Edward, Bella! We know you’re up,” Alice yelled, and I heard Emmett laughing in the background. Dirty perv. “Breakfast in ten minutes.”

“You ready to face them?” he asked, brushing the back of his hand over my cheek.

“I suppose,” I joked, falling back onto the bed with a sigh.

-x-o-x-Accidentally in Love-x-o-x-

Breakfast was a little uncomfortable, but at least this time it was because Emmett was giving me a side eye, not because I was worried about our charade. There were a few snickers and smiles as we came into the dining room, but mostly the family acted like everything was normal and Emmett hadn’t just overheard us having sex.

I waited for Rosalie to say something or give me a dirty look but, thankfully, she focused on feeding the baby some disgusting looking orange goop from a jar. After what she said outside our door the first night we were at the beach, I was sure that she was full of snarky comments about what Emmett heard. I wasn’t sure what kept her quiet, but I wasn’t going to provoke her.

No one had plans for the day. We were going to relax and enjoy the beach before we had to get ready to go out. Esme explained that their neighbors, Sasha and Vasili Sokolov, an older couple who had been friends with Edward’s grandparents, hosted a cocktail party every year that always had excellent food and live music.

“You’ll love it, Bella!” Alice gushed. “There’s a seated dinner and then drinks and dancing! I have a dress for you to borrow that is perfect for tonight! It’s navy blue silk; it will look so good against your skin.”

I’d almost forgotten Alice’s need to dress me like a Barbie. “Oh. Um. Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Esme chuckled. “Alice always brings enough to dress an entire fashion show.”

Carlisle chuckled and folder the newspaper. “I’m sure she brought something for all of the gentleman as well, didn’t you Alice?”

“Of course I did! Have you seen Emmett and Jasper dress on their own?” She rolled her eyes. “Edward only knows what he’s doing because I’ve been emailing him pictures of coordinating outfits for years.”

I smiled into my coffee mug and tried not to laugh. This family was seriously too much.

We finished eating, and everyone split up. Rose and Emmett took the kids to the beach before it got too hot. Edward and Jasper were going for a run while Carlisle had some paperwork to finish up in his office. Esme and Alice invited me to yoga with them, but I declined and made my way upstairs to our bedroom, thankful for a few minutes to myself.

It was a little early to call Angela, but I’d been thinking about her since her name came up in Edward’s and my earlier conversation. I wanted to tell her that Edward and I were going to stay engaged, and there was no way I could wait until I got home to give her the news.

She was the sister I didn’t have, and I knew, no matter how crazy she thought the idea was, she would be excited for me. Heck, she was the reason I’d gotten involved with Edward in the first place.

I grabbed my phone and curled up in the window seat.

“Argh. Unf. Whaah?” Her jumbled words made me smile.

“Morning, sunshine!”

“S’Bella?” She was not a morning person.

“Yup. Think you can wake up enough to talk?”

“Yeah,” she said, yawning.

“Who’s on the phone, babe?” A man’s voice was quiet in the background.

“Holy fuck sticks! Angela Christine Weber, is there a man in your bed?”

“What? No. I mean, yes. Fuck. Garrett, stop. Hang on B, I’m going in the other room.”

“Garrett? Oh my God, whore!”

“Who you calling whore, whore?”

Then we were both laughed hysterically. I laughed so hard I cried and, if I had to guess from the gasping sounds coming through the phone, I’d bet she did too.

“Oh, fuck. I miss you, babe,” she said as our laughter trailed off.

“Miss you, too. Tell Gare I say hello.”

“Gare? You’ve nicknamed him? I haven’t even nicknamed him, and he fucked me six ways from Sunday!”

“Well you should have. Do I have to do everything?” I huffed, teasing.

“Whatever.” She snorted and, after a second, cleared her throat. “So, I’m sure you didn’t call to talk about my sex life. You know, since I didn’t have one when you left two days ago. How’s Edward? And his family? Tell me everything.”

“Um, he’s great. They’re all great, well, except for his sister-in-law, she’s a raging bitch, but I think we’ve come to an understanding.”

“Wow. I want to hear everything, but first—have you two done it?”

“Done it? Are we twelve?” I sighed.

“Oh my God! You didn’t say, no! Was it good? He’s huge, right? I bet he’s fuck-awesome. Garrett was incredible. The man did things… Yeah. If he and Edward talk technique you must be a happy girl. Sore too, probably,” she laughed as the TMI poured out.

“Shut up! I’m not telling.” But I knew she would harp on me until I gave her something. “It was good—very, very good. That’s all I’ll say.”

“Gah, you’re a pain in the ass. I’m just going to get you drunk when you get home and make you tell me.”

“Great, free drinks!” I teased.

“Whatever. Okay, let’s get down to business. Spill. How are his parents? Are they buying it?”

And so I told her everything. Well, everything except the sex details. I truly was going to make her buy me drinks for that. I told her about the claddagh he gave me, the hotel room snafu, about Carlisle showing up at the Campbell Apartment, Rose being a crazy bitch, Maggie and her flotation device breasts, Riley and Edward’s reconciliation, and finally… I told her about our decision to stay engaged and Edward’s promise that one day he would truly propose.

That news was met with an unprecedented silence. Angela was never speechless.

“Ang? Say something, please.”

“Holymotherfuckingshitballs!”

“Good shitballs or bad shitballs?”

“Good shitballs! The best shitballs! Oh my God! I knew it! I just knew it! When I brought that ad home I knew that he was perfect for you!”

“Ang!”

All I could do was laugh and, God, I needed it. Despite all the fun I’d been having with Edward and his family, I’d also been nervous practically every minute since we landed in New York.

“Alright, alright. So… You’re okay with all of this? Staying engaged and, well, falling in love while you plan your wedding?”

I took a deep breath and let my head fall back against the wall behind me, taking a second before answering. I didn’t actually need time to think about it, I knew what my answer was; I was just a little afraid of saying it out loud, like that would jinx it or something.

“Yeah, I’m okay with it.” I bit my lip, then grinned when I realized that wasn’t quite right. “More than that, I’m excited about it.”

Angela was quiet again, then I thought I heard a sniffle.

“Are you crying?”

“What? No! It’s just, that was so sweet! This is so awesome! What are you thinking? I mean, have you discussed dates or anything?”

“Um. Well. We’re thinking next summer. Here.” I waited for her to freak out because we weren’t doing it in Seattle.

“Oh,” she said quietly, then laughed. “Scene of the crime and all that, I guess.”

“Oh, Ang. This is so weird to talk about. I can’t believe it’s really happening, but I want you to be in the wedding. You’re the reason we met!”

“Thank God! I was worried for a second.”

“You know better than that!”

“I know. You’re just… Out there meeting the in-laws…”

“And you’re there,” I sighed, “fucking my groomsman.”

She burst out laughing. “I totally am.”

We talked about her then, and I let her explain how she and Garrett had hooked up at Heads or Tails the night Edward and I left for New York. Edward had introduced them as he promised, and they’d had a couple of dinner dates before we left, but I had no idea that they’d been texting back and forth on a regular basis. Apparently she’d texted him the morning we flew out, inviting him to dinner and, unsurprisingly, Don Juan—I mean Garrett—turned her words into something dirty.

A: My roommate and your best are on the other side of the country. Come for dinner?

G: I’ll come for you anytime.

A: Fuck you.

G: That’s the plan.

A: Ass. Meet me at 6.

G: Wouldn’t miss it.

The rest was, as they say, history. They’d had dinner, drank too much, ended up in bed—repeat.

“Ang,” I warn, “you know he’s a player, right? I mean, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know, B. It’s cool. We’ve already talked about his reputation.”

“It’s not a just a reputation,” I said quietly, thinking of the stories Edward had told me. “Don’t get me wrong, I like Garrett. He’s a great guy, but he’s sort of a man whore.”

Angela’s laughter surprised me. “He was a man whore. We’ve talked about it though; he wants to be exclusive. I think, seeing you and Edward, he’s realized that it’s time to grow up. I know it’s a risk, but we’re going to give it a try.”

“Wow. Alright, then. I’m kind of excited that we’ll be able to double date, and you can come with me to the hospital to visit Edward.”

“I know, right? It’s sort of like dating brothers!”

“Ugh! Don’t say that. Edward’s brother is on my shit list today.”

She laughed so hard she snorted coffee up her nose when I told her about our run in with Emmett earlier in the day.

“Oh my God! What a family! They sound kind of awesome!”

Leave it to Angela to get awesome out of Emmett listening to us have sex.

“Speaking of family, have you figured out how you’re going to tell Charlie that you’re engaged to the Craigslist killer?”

“Not funny, Ang,” I growled, though I wasn’t sure which was worse, her joking about Edward being a murderer or telling my dad I was engaged to someone he hadn’t met.

That certainly wasn’t funny. No, it was downright nauseating. Charlie didn’t even have an email account, let alone know how to use Craigslist. Yeah, telling Charlie wasn’t going to be fun.

-x-o-x-Accidentally in Love-x-o-x-

A/N:

Alright, not much E/B – except for the important part hee hee, but B needed to do a little debriefing with her best. It’s Edward’s turn next!

Thanks again for reading! See you in two weeks!

What I’ve been reading:

Exposed by kdc2239 (WIP 25 chapters up – maybe nearing the end?) An influenza pandemic occurs when a new virus appears against which the human population has no immunity, resulting in epidemics worldwide with enormous numbers of deaths and illness. The story of two strangers surviving when they only have each other.

About Last Night by Dawning Juliet (WIP 9 chapters in) Vampella and young rockerWard. Edward had a good life, and he thought he had it all figured out. But then a certain vampire crosses his path and, suddenly, everything changes. Sometimes, you just can’t fight fate.

I tweeted during the SoA premiere that I needed a JaxWard, and Punkfarie pointed me to this:
Sons of Cullen by Irishchicka1 (author of Collared) WIP – just starting, 7 chapters posted. Bad Ass Bikerward. If you can’t stand E with anyone other than B you might want to skip it… Synopsis: His life has always been lived for the Club. He’s been raised in it, he embraced it and now he’s risen to the station of VP in it. It’s in his blood, his bike….the club…his freedom….his chaos…and that’s the way he likes it. It’s an outlaw’s life he belongs to, a rich and sacred tradition of club first, family second and freedom third. It’s all he’s ever known and wanted…until now.

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