If You Can't Stand The Heat

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If You Can't Stand The Heat
Story: If You Can't Stand The Heat
Storylink: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5697830/1/
Category: Twilight
Author: In love with a Crooked Smile.
Last updated: 08/28/2011
Content: Chapter 1 to 27 of 27 chapters
Source: FanFiction.net
Summary: SEQUEL TO COOKING WITH FIRE! Bella and her Firefighter are back, along with the rest of the 'CWF'
gang. Prepare for more COMEDY/LUST/ROMANCE/FLUFF/DRAMA/LEMONS GALORE & ITALIAN DIRTY TALKING
EDWARD! Canon. Rated 'M' for Language & Graphic Lemons. E&B POV
*Chapter 1*: Waking Up In Vegas
Title: IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT
Disclaimer: All credit goes to Stephanie Meyer. I only claim, IDTE, FDTB, Drunkme, Lushne and Dr. Daddy. Not to
mention Edward's 'Michael Phelps' tongue, but more on that later.
Warnings: Profanity, lemons, AH and OOC
Pairing: Canon
Rating: 'M' for language, sexual situations and graphic lemons.
Summary: **Sequel to 'Cooking With Fire'. If you have not already read that yet, I highly recommend that you
do, as this first chapter is a spoiler. **
They're baa-aaack. The gang's all here; Bella, her crazy ass mother Lushne, the incomparable 'Drunkme', the hot doc Dr.
Daddy, Fireward/Caveward/Italian Dirty Talking Edward/Jealousward/Bikerward (so many goddamn monikers!) and all
the rest…especially Emmett. Prepare for graphic lemons, romance, lust, unexpected visitors, babies, weddings, a little
drama, some surprises, trips and that Bela and Edward chemistry. B/E POV
(Since this is Fan Fiction and it cannot be copyrighted, I'm just going to say this to those who need to be told, DO NOT
STEAL MY SHIT! I'm flattered but once was enough thank you very much :) )
A/N: Hey everyone, here's the long awaited sequel! The "If You Can't Stand The Heat" music playlist has been created
and is available on my Blogger and all songs referenced in this chapter are on the playlist. The links to the blog, dresses
and the hotel are located on my profile under the "If You Can't Stand The Heat" info section. I hope you all enjoy and it's
been a while since I had to write this but…WARNING: Rated 'M' for a reason.
OoooOoooO
Waking Up In Vegas
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Bella
Light music is playing in the background. Beautiful gowns hug feminine curves while the men look sexy as hell and are all
dressed to kill. When my song starts, my nerves jump and I pray to God that I don't do something stupid as tripping or
forgetting my bouquet. Valentine's Day. Of all days to get married. Well, at least he won't be able to forget the anniversary.
But with Carlisle 'Dr. Daddy' Cullen as a father, I'm pretty damn sure that he won't. At least, he better hope that he doesn't
or his ass is dead!
Ok wait. Let me back track a little for you all. I'm currently getting ready to walk down an aisle with arches wrapped in gold
and covered in beautiful scented magnolias and ivy. At the end of the aisle, standing next to his brother is the love of my
life; Edward, and I can honestly say that I have never seen anything more magnificent in all of my existence. Even Paris in
twilight cannot compare to Edward in this moment. Eyes shining, smile brightening his face and suit perfectly fitting his
hard and tight body to a 't'. He's beautiful, simply put. His heart, his soul and his mind pulls me deeper in love with him
more than his obvious and staggering outer beauty…but the fact that he's a fucking God doesn't hurt either, I'm just saying.
Flashing back to his proposal and the events over the past six weeks still sends chills up and down my spine. The fact
that; a) he showed up in Forks on Christmas morning and b) that he proposed to me that day, in my favorite spot of all
places, just cemented that man's heart to mine. His ass is stuck with me now whether he wants to be or not and everyday
since December 25, 2008, I have done everything that I could, even the smallest of things, to show him how much I love
him. I mean, how in the hell could I not? I'd be a damn fool to let Edward Cullen go. Still to this day I don't know if I want to
thank that bitch Kate or slap the shit out of her for breaking his heart. Maybe a little bit of both…..
Anyway, back to Christmas day. The moment we walked back through the front door to my parent's house, Charlie was
beaming and after hugging me he pulled Edward into an actual hug, not that one-armed man crap, and hugged him like he
was one of his own. I would have actually cried if my mother didn't choose that exact moment to spot the ring on my finger,
shriek like a damn banshee and drop the glass casserole dish of baked mac-n-cheese on the floor as she charged for
me. It was like the diamond was a beacon and damn if she didn't answer the call. Her scream was so damn loud that
Alice would have actually covered her ears and I don't know about you but I think that that shit is just wrong.
And scary.
After hugging me and Edward and kissing us both half to death, she charged for the phone screaming Esme's name at
the top of her lungs…and there in lied the problem. We wanted to wait until we arrived back in New York in a few days to
tell everyone else about the proposal, but of course my mother had other plans on that idea. Low and behold, two minutes
later I was chasing her around the house just to grab a damn phone. She got halfway to the tree in the backyard before I
had her pinned in the snow. We fought, the men laughed and that night Christmas dinner was a little tense until Charlie
finally had enough and told us both to, and I quote, 'cut our shit'. Yeah, aren't my parents lovely?
Five days later, two days more than we should have been there, we were at the airport and my mother was begging us to
stay longer. No care at all that we both had jobs, that we both had other responsibilities to take care of and other people to
see…or the fact that she was getting on my last damn nerve! Although, I'm pretty sure she didn't know about the latter.
What the hell am I talking about? She's Renee 'my ass is filterless' Swan, of course she knew and a part of me was
certain that she was doing that shit on purpose!
When your mother breaks out the naked baby on the rug photos or your class picture with the braces and the ½ price
Dorothy Hamill haircut, hell yes that shit's on purpose!
Either way, I can still replay the look on my mom's face as she begged for us to stay and you won't see me admitting this
to her, but every semi-embarrassing 'Renee-ism' she dished at me over that visit was forgotten in that moment. I love my
mother. It's not her fault that she's five cans short of a six-pack. I just really hope that the shit's not genetic.
Seriously.
One thing about the airport farewell that stuck out to me and still has me cringing, was when I mentioned the football
games to my dad for when they came back to New York to visit, and Mr. Edward 'I'm related to Alice' Cullen just had to
mention that we 'won' the tickets. Do you see where I'm going with this?
**Flashback**
"Mom? Please. It's already the 30th and we should have headed back home two days ago," I whined. "Alice is nagging
our asses to hurry the hell up back home, Rose needs me for some reason or another, and I got this big ass news that is
literally killing me to tell someone and I can't," I rambled. "Oh, and don't forget that Emmett is probably eating up all the
damn food!" I said. "The only one not getting on my damn nerves right now is Jasper!" I finished.
"Hey!" Edward yelled. I heard Charlie's chuckle and turned to look at them both. Edward was giving me his 'excuse me'
look, which like everything else about the damn man was hot as all hell. Charlie, well he was just standing off to the side,
smiling away and enjoying this little sideshow that we had going on…not helping at all. He's so lucky he's my father.
It was then that I decided to try something, "Besides, you wouldn't want your favorite son-in-law to get in trouble now, would
you?" I teased. Shockingly, it worked. She tightly hugged me again before kissing me once more on my cheek and
walking over towards Charlie as if she didn't have a care in the world.
"Unbelievable," I muttered. I shook my head, but stopped when I heard his chuckle. I turned my head to look at his too-
beautiful-for-words ass and narrowed my eyes at him. He shrugged.
"What can I say? Moms love me."
"I still love you, Bella," Charlie called. I saw him trying not to laugh and just rolled my eyes at him before grabbing my carry-
on after hearing our flight announced over the loud speaker.
"Sure, until he takes you to a Seahawks or Mariners game, then it's all 'Bella who?'," I mumbled.
"But they'l be tickets that was won with you and you'l be there too so shut up," Edward said as he grabbed my bag from
my hand and slowly pulled me against his chest. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder and actually shivered when
he reached his hand around my waist and slid his hand under the back of my shirt, drawing a small line back and forth
from one hip to the other. Ok. So the fact that we haven't had sex since the morning of 23rd may have some sway in my
wanting to get home sooner.
Ha! 'May' my ass.
"How exactly did you get the tickets again, Bella?" Charlie asked.
"From my old job with the Mayor's office dad. I told you that." What? Is the 'old timers' kicking in already pops?
"Don't look at me like I'm losing it," he said. "I remember the story, it's just that I heard Edward say that you two 'won' them
and I got a little confused," he finished.
"Oh, well that-" I started…and then I stopped, covered my mouth and turned away from him. Oh shit! The bet! There is no
way in hell I could have told my dad that the reason we won some tickets was because Edward and I won a bet between
us, Emmett and Rose and Jasper and Alice to see who could hold off from slapping skins or knocking boots or fucking or
doing the horizontal tango and bumping ug…
ENOUGH!
Right. Sorry. It's been a while.
Who you telling?
Uh, yeah. Right. As I was saying, that we won a bet by not having sex again until our third date. With his affinity to forget
that I am in fact a grown woman, he'd probably shoot Edward's nuts off before welding a chastity belt on my ass with
Renee asking for details and trying to compare notes the whole damn time, all the while thoroughly scarring my ass for life.
"Flight 265 to JFK/New York City – Departing from Gate 15 – All passengers to the gate."
"Oh thank you, Jesus," I sighed. I removed myself from Edward's arms, grabbed my other bag and kissed my confused
looking parents before heading towards the gate. Edward caught on and quickly followed, laughing to himself the whole
way. Before making it all the way to the kiosk, I turned to wave bye to my parents again and froze when I saw Renee's
knowing glance. Son of motherfuc…
"You know I'm going to find out, right Bella?" she yelled.
"What? What's to find out?" Charlie asked. Shoot me now.
"Love you guys! Bye!" I yelled before grabbing Edward's arm and practically running towards the plane. When we finally
boarded, I flopped into my seat after unloading my bags and closed my eyes as I leaned back against the headrest. I felt
the seat next to me shift and inhaled deeply when his scent of cologne and Edward drifted across my nose. His head
rested on my shoulder and his lips found my neck, tickling me with each word he spoke.
"She's going to find out isn't she?" he asked.
"I knew from the beginning that it was a bad idea for our parents to meet," I said. "You were like 'Bella it's no problem. It's
just your mother'. What could possibly happen?" I mocked. "Ha! Shows what you know," I added and closed my eyes
against the feeling of his breath across my neck as he laughed. Get your laughs in now pretty boy. It won't be funny for
long.
**End flashback**
See what I mean? Fun times ahead. Woo hoo.
The flight home was peaceful and relaxing, which was good because it seemed that the fates had it aligned that that
would be the only peace and relaxation that Edward and I would receive for a while. The moment we stepped off of the
plane and into the terminal, I was thrown over Emmett's shoulder and Edward was being kissed by Esme and punched by
Alice. Jasper and Carlisle were walking over from the luggage carousel with our bags and Rose was standing off to the
side, watching the whole thing with an amused look on her face. She suddenly paled, her eyes bugged out of her damn
head and a gasp came from her mouth. Emmett finally set me back on my feet and when he made his way over to her,
she was pointing to me…or more accurately my left hand.
And cue, Screechy?
Exactly.
"Oh my God!" you know who yelled. You'd think someone who was too short to ride most of the rides at Euro Disney
wouldn't be so loud, right? Then goddamnit you don't know Alice. That pint-sized powerhouse of a pain practically yanked
my arm out of my socket and held my hand up to the light, which would have probably worked better if her ass had
stopped bouncing up and down so damn much!
"Alice. Hun. Relax and breathe," I said. She didn't.
"Bella! Oh my God! You're engaged too! Why didn't you tell me? I thought I was your friend, well I guess sister soon. When
did it happen? Oh Edward this is beautiful! Did you get it in New York or Washington and why in the hell did you pick it out
without me? I-"
"Oh lord, she's on auto pilot," Esme said. She stopped hugging Edward and walked over to Alice, placing her hands on
her shoulders, hoping that it would calm her down. It didn't.
"…the cut is magnificent. It's Tacori right? I just saw this one in this month's bridal magazine! How many carats? Oh my
God, Bella this is amazing! We could all have a big wedding and…" she continued.
"It's no use. She's long gone," Rose laughed.
"It's like the restaurant scene all over again," Carlisle added.
"Minus the swearing, and pissed off customers. At least she hasn't attracted the guards yet," Jasper said.
"That's because she hasn't reached her high ass 'dog pitch' yet," Edward said.
"That and the fact that she hasn't started bouncing off of the walls," Emmett added with a sigh. Ok. What the hell did I
miss?
"Drastic times calls for drastic measures," Esme said before firmly placing her hand over Alice's mouth and handing her
off to Jasper. Jasper shoulders sagged with a heavy sigh before he lifted her up off of her feet and tossed her over his
shoulder. He was actually half way to the parking garage before Alice even caught on.
"Hey! Wait a minute! I-" Alice started.
"Faster, Jasper!" Esme called. Before I knew it, we were laughing at the sight of Alice forcefully crossing her arms behind
Jasper's back as her hair bobbed up and down and she tried to scowl at us. I knew them Cullens had issues.
After finally leaving the airport and arriving home, I unpacked, showered and attempted to get to bed. No dice. Alice made
me stick to my word and so I told them the whole story of how Edward proposed and how I interrupted him by knocking
him over in the snow and kissing him until my lips were numb and about Renee's reaction and my dad hugging Edward.
Esme and the girls ooh'd, aah'd and awed; Emmett, Jasper and Carlisle gagged and made faces and Edward just sat
back and looked at me the entire time, seemingly not giving a damn about anything else and making my tired ass want
him more and more.
Afterwards, Alice immediately went into wedding planning mode and before Rose and I knew it we were plotting her death
and our quick escape when the words, 'joint wedding' escaped the 'bridal she beast's' mouth. No thank you! Suffice it to
say that my dreams that night were filled with pissed off bridesmaids wearing dreadful orange and gold taffeta gowns with
silk-organza sashes, carrying pitchforks and flaming bridal bouquets while they chased me through the empty streets of
Manhattan Island. Really makes you want to hurry up and get married doesn't it? I thought not.
Luckily lips, or more like a tongue, pulled me out of my internal hell and I latched on to it like there was no tomorrow,
because apparently there wasn't. At least, that's what it felt like at that moment. It was already almost noon the next day
and Edward was dressed in his FDNY t-shirt and black jeans. His hair was still damp from his shower and the combined
scent of his soap and aftershave almost made me drool. I licked my lips and swallowed deeply and heard his fingers grip
the pillow by my head. It's been too damn long!
8 fucking days and counting!
It felt like I was committing some cardinal sin letting him leave for work just then, but if I didn't, I think a part of me might
have felt a little guilty if he'd had gotten fired for missing work that day. 'Late' my ass because if it was up to me he
definitely was not going in! But I digress. And besides, who the hell makes someone go to work on New Year's Eve
anyway? What kind of fucked up archaic idea is that? And twelve hours? Come on! Now I know I had him on Christmas
and every day since and I should appreciate that fact and should not be greedy and blah de blah de blah, but seriously
people, who in the hell am I going to kiss at midnight? It sucked. It sucked big time and I knew that I was being immature,
but either way I whined and he smiled. Cocky, beautiful ass.
Hours later after getting dressed by force and death threats courtesy of Rose and Esme of all people, the seven of us
(and me feeling like a fifth fucking wheel) made our way through the crowded and freezing streets of Manhattan. Crowded
could not even begin to describe New York at ten o'clock at night on December 31, 2008…or any New Year's Eve for that
matter. Walking is almost impossible and your ass belongs in a straight jacket if you even think that you can catch a cab,
but even that knowledge didn't deter them and so with me trudging along and feeling like an outsider for the first time ever,
we made our way to our first club of the night…and damn if my ass didn't welcome the warmth. I wanted to kill Alice and
her 'we should wear LBD's' spew.
Anyway, in the club, Carlisle and Esme danced and my 'Shero' came out in full force, showing Rose, Alice and I a thing or
two if I'm being honest. Happily married to Carlisle after all these years? Mama's doing something right! Alice cringed at
the sight of her mother shaking her ass to 'Low' by Flo Rida, but Rose and I cheered her on…that is until Emmett came
and snatched her up as did Jasper with Alice, accurately putting my previous 'fifth wheel' description on display. Now don't
get me wrong, I love them all and only want the best for them and absolutely adore being with them, but if I'm being honest
again, my body was here with them but my heart and my mind were six blocks down and one block over in a fire station
that currently housed four fire engines an ambulance and the love of my life.
Then go see him you dumb ass!
Uh…Ok.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was 10:56pm. I grabbed my jacket and my purse, made my way to my grinding soon-
to-be siblings and in-laws and turned my head when I saw Carlisle's hand creeping up Esme's thigh. Holy hell. After
shaking my head to rid the image, I told them that I was going to see Edward and that I'd meet them back at the
apartment. Rose, knowing me even better than I knew myself sometimes, gave me a knowing smile and winked at me. I
shrugged and smiled back before practically running out the door.
Six blocks later on shaky legs and sore feet, I entered the side door to the fire station hearing low music playing in the
background. It took me only a few moments to realize that it was 'Say (All I need)' by OneRepublic. I started swaying and
was about to get caught up in the song before I remembered why I was actually here. Forming a plan, I pulled my cell out of
my purse and pressed #2 on my phone. He picked up on the second ring, just as 'Mercy' began playing in the
background. That's where my CD went!
"Bella?" The music turned to background noise and I was able to revel in the surprise of his voice.
"Who else were you expecting?"
"Well there's this blonde that stops by sometimes and I thought-"
"Not funny, Cullen."
"Thought not," he chuckled. It was then that I heard where he was and made my way over to the back garage, stalling when
I saw him leaning up against the ambulance with his head lolled back, arms crossed and one leg bent at the knee and
planted on the vehicle. The shirt was bunched up around the arms, allowing his biceps to be displayed in all their glory. I
almost attacked him then.
"So what are you up to now?" he asked. I lightly cleared my throat.
"Nothing much. Just staring at something incredibly sexy," I said. He smiled.
"So you're naked and looking at yourself in front of the full length mirror?"
"Flattered, but not exactly," I answered and stepped out from behind the wall that cut me off from his view. The moment he
saw me, he looked at his phone and then back at me with wide green eyes and an amused smile. I smiled back at him
and he blinked as if blinded before finally pushing off of the ambulance and walking over towards me. I met him half way
and before he could speak, my lips were on his and my arms were around his neck. He immediately opened his mouth
and when our tongues touched, we groaned and he lifted me off of the floor by my waist. My arms tightened around his
neck, my hands fisted his hair. One of his hands ran down my bare legs, nails lightly scratching, sending jolts through my
body and a rush of moisture between my legs. When I released his lips and moaned against his mouth, he positioned my
legs around his waist and just held me there; legs locked behind his back, warm hands spread across my ass and my
waist, my silk-covered wetness tightly pressed up against his cock that was currently attempting to bust through the zipper
of his jeans, green eyes smoldering, darkening…and pleading. I wanted him. God did I want him! Eight days? Eight
fucking days? That's too long…entirely too long. But was it long enough to go through with this and make love to him in a
fire station? Was it enough to possibly get him fired?
YES!
Oh, shut up!
I'd hate myself if I caused him to lose his job, the career that he loves more than anything, even though the way he's looking
at me right now means that he could barely give a shit. But sense all the blood has not left my brain and I don't have a dick
that's currently engorged at the moment and sucking out all of my common sense, I was able to be the sensible one in that
moment and reluctantly, I stopped him.
Stupid, no good, motherfucking dumb ass son of a….
Anyway, when Edward saw the resolution in my eyes, he gritted his teeth before ever-so-slowly setting me down on my
feet. I almost came to distract myself and from the looks of it, Edward as well, I thought of the one thing that I wanted to see
and then realized that that was one of the dumbest fucking things that I could have possibly thought about, especially then!
I tried to bury the image, to change the subject but he wasn't letting up. So I told him.
"I was just thinking about how I never saw you in your firefighter's gear."
"Not you too," he groaned.
"I'm just saying, what's the use of dating a firefi-"
"Engaged," he interrupted…forcefully I might add.
"Okay," I soothed. "What's the use with being engaged to a firefighter if I can't see him in his gear," I said. Then I added
the guilt trip, "I mean, Alice even saw Jasper in the gear and he's not even a firefighter. Personally I think that it is totally
unfair and-"
"Ok, ok. I get it," he said.
I smiled.
He laughed.
I won.
He knew it.
"If it means that much to you," he started while shaking his head and laughing to himself. "Then stay right here. I'll be right
back," he finished. He walked over towards the door that I entered and before walking through, he stopped and looked
directly in my eyes. "Don't move," he commanded. I didn't know if he was being that way out of protectiveness or sheer
horniness. Either way, I felt my heart throb uncontrollably and my clit twitch at the authoritative sound of his voice.
"Yes, sir," I saluted. He narrowed his eyes at me before rolling them and muttering 'smart ass' under his breath. When he
walked through the doorway, I was left alone in the garage and for the first time in a long while, felt unnerved. I needed
something to distract me so I followed the sound of the music and found its source on a desk in the back office. I toured
the office and was in the middle of listening to the next song on the CD, when I jumped at the sound of footsteps in the
garage. A slight shot of fear raced through me then because a) I was once again alone in this station, the scene of that
unforgettable, ever engrained moment in my life and b) I was pretty sure that my ass should not even be here right now,
especially in what looked like the Captain's office. That would so kill the whole 'not getting Edward fired' plan, you know?
Without a second thought for my safety, I rushed out of the office and walked back around the ambulance towards the
back doors. I sat on the footrest by the bumper and right when I was taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, a throat
cleared and my eyes immediately shot up at the sound.
"Oh…my God," I whispered, ok panted if you wanted to get technical.
"Should I take that as a compliment?" he asked, his smile widening with each word.
"Uhh…," I moaned. That was all I could do at the moment, for my brain had instantly turned into goo and was slowly
draining from my ears. I even think my eyes tried to cross and I silently cursed them for interrupting my vision, which was
once again…holy shit. My heart fell more in love, my brain called me a fucking idiot for suggesting to him that he try on his
gear for me and my crotch throbbed and dripped while calling me a fucking idiot for still sitting there and not throwing his
ass in the back of the ambulance and making his eyes cross and toes curl!
I second the crotch!
This man was my fantasy come to life. My mental image of him in his gear and nothing else, dripping with sweat and
covered in soot while carrying an ax, helped me with my lonely nights and even lonelier showers, but that image was
nothing compared to the fanfuckingtastic sight of the actual, real-life Edward Cullen. No, he wasn't sweaty, yet, or covered
in soot and yes there was no ax in his hands, but the helmet was on and emphasizing his blazing eyes, his shirt was now
off and the jacket was open and showcasing his abs and chest, and the red suspenders were taut as they caressed his
chest and grazed over his nipples. He was the perfect embodiment of one of those damn firemen calendars that Renee
bought 'for charity purposes' every year and the intensity of the image made me close my eyes, swallow my moan and
squeeze my thighs shut to keep the sudden rush of moisture hidden from his gaze while stopping myself from fucking him
up against that firemen's pole.
Goddamnit Bella!
"Bella? You ok, love?" he asked, concern evident. I slowed my panting down to somewhat normal breathing before slowly
opening my eyes and looking into his. I attempted to hide my lust, to hide the fact that what I really wanted was for him to
stop asking me if I was okay and to 'pull an Edward' and impale me with his rock hard dick and make me cum so hard that
I almost cry, like only he could. I attempted to keep it to myself. Apparently, I sucked at that task. One look into my eyes
and he knew and it was obvious that he knew. Whether it was from his pitch-black eyes, his tightly clenched fists, his tight
jaw and gritting teeth or the huge bulge that was currently in my line of vision, he knew. Without thinking, I licked my lips
and a split second later he was on me, pressing my back into the window of the ambulance and this time, my dumb ass
my not stopping him.
Thank you, GOD!
I faintly heard the noise of the crowd just outside the door and got a surge at the prospect of being caught. I guess my ass
is a voyeur now. At the sudden feel of my thrashing heart against his bare chest, Edward stopped kissing me and pulled
away. I groaned and had to fight the urge to pull his face back to mine.
"What about," he asked while motioning to our surroundings. As if gave a shit just then. As if I could stop him now. I
needed him. Now!
"Fuck it. I need you, Edward," I said while grabbing his hand that was toying with my nipple and slowly dragging it down
my stomach and putting it between my legs. He cursed out a whispered 'fuck' when his fingers grazed the wetness of my
panties before pulling them to the side and in one smooth move, sinking two fingers into my soaking pussy. My head fell
back against the window and I actually almost came when his thumb pressed on my clit. Like I said, it's been entirely too
fucking long!
I'm guessing that my…reaction was the nail in the coffin, because the next thing that I remembered was being thrown over
his shoulder and placed on his spread out firemen's jacket on a gurney in the back of the ambulance. And there I was,
open and ready, wearing a little black dress, a thong and stilettos, while my God, my fantasy incarnate wore only his pants,
suspenders and his helmet. Gah!
He reached behind me to lower the gurney all the way back and down to the floor, giving me access to his exposed
stomach and chest. I sat up and licked from his upper abs, over his chest across his shoulder and over his neck, before
stopping and pulling his ear between my teeth. He groaned and released his grip on the bed and grabbed my thigh,
trailing his hand higher and higher. While still biting his ear and reveling in the increased pressure of his tightening hands, I
ran one hand over his bulging pants while tracing my fingers across his red suspenders. I snapped them against his chest
and he flinched before releasing a cum-inducing growl and grabbing both of my wrists in one of his hands and holding
them above my head.
I've learned over the past few months that Edward likes a little pain as much as he likes to always be in charge. I've also
learned that said pain is a good way, a sure fire way actually, of releasing Caveward. A bite, a pinch or even being
restricted in any way brings out his inner animal, his 'monster' as he likes to call it. I just so happen to love that fucking
monster and wanted to bring him out to play as often as possible if I could. With an idea in mind, I twisted my body to wrap
my legs around Edward and wiggled out of his grip. He let me. When I sat up, he was positioned between my legs.
Simultaneously, we both looked down at my thighs, slick and wet and his dick, hard and protruding against the fabric.
"Strip," I choked out. "Now." The amusement flashed across his eyes at the sound of my voice before he slowly began
removing his helmet. "Keep the helmet on," I demanded. That defiant brow of his quirked and I snapped both of the
suspenders against his chest again. Hard. His hissed snarl made me want to squeeze my thighs shut for my much-
needed friction. Following my orders, he removed his hand from his helmet and released the buckles to the straps of his
suspenders. They fell to the floor of the ambulance and I smiled in victory. I leaned to the side to pick them up and pushed
him back when I had them in my hand. I removed my heels and stood as tall as I could in the ambulance before making
Edward change positions with me.
When he sat in my spot, I pulled my dress over my head and pushed him down onto the gurney. My breasts came into
contact with his bare chests I before I knew it, his tongue dove deep into my mouth and I was planted on his lips again
while my hair was tightly wrapped around his fist. I sucked and nipped on his bottom lip while I ran my hand down into his
pants and squeezed his hard, hot cock. He groaned against my lips. I smiled and tightened my grip, running my fingers in
the pre-cum across his tip. He bucked into my hand and his grip on my hair and hip tightened while his kisses became
pleasantly painful with urgency. He released my hip and found his way between my legs, separating my lips with ease
before entering me and beginning to play me into submission. Before I could stop myself and realize that I was supposed
to be the one in charge here, I arched against him and began thrusting my hips against his hand, fucking his fingers. I
already started to feel the beginning of the orgasm coming on and knew that I was screwed when he twisted his hand and
pressed his fingers against the spot. Yeah, that one.
"Ah fuck!" I yelled. His fingers began moving faster inside of me and in tandem, my hand moved faster against his dick,
squeezing with each pass. I did not want to cum this way. I wanted his dick to be fully inside of me, pressing up against
every inner crease and curve as he watched while I rode him, bucked against him, fucked him, making him yell out his
release. Also I wanted to tie him up and make him beg and at the moment, he wasn't cooperating goddamnit! So, once
again, my stupid ass stopped him…but for good reason this time so shut up!
I released his cock from my hand and eased my clenching pussy off of his hand and practically yanked his pants and
boots off, finally letting his beautiful, throbbing dick spring free from it's confines. It stood at attention, begging for me, a
plead that I fully intended to answer. I pushed Edward down onto the gurney and straddled his waist, hovering just above
the tip of his hungry, jutting cock. The plead in his eyes alone almost floored me and if I wasn't already intent on making
love to him in the back of this ambulance, that look alone would have convinced me to do anything he wanted. He must
never know this.
"Raise your arms and grip the bar above your head," I panted while bringing the straps from behind my back. The instant
he saw the suspenders and my words hit him, you could see the fight behind his eyes. His eyes flickered with animalistic
joy but he tried to fight it back. And he still hadn't raised his arms. "Now," I hissed while pinching his nipple. His cock
thickened against my opening, practically entering me, and with narrowed eyes and a smirk on his beautiful face, he
obliged.
The key is turned….
Hiding my smile…and my shudder, I tied his arms to the top of the gurney with his suspenders, interlocking the buckles
and testing to make sure that they were secure. When I was sure that they were, I moved back, planted both of my feet on
the floor on either side of Edward and the gurney and without warning, eased myself balls deep onto Edward's glorious
cock.
"Fuck…Bella…" he yelled. His back arched slightly off of the gurney and you could see the muscles in his arms and chest
straining at the confines.
"Ohhhh….shit!" I moaned. I grabbed onto the bar by his head and slowly began riding him, watching as he fought against
the restraints with the need to touch me. In frustration, he thrusted his hips into me, sinking himself deeper and I groaned
loudly and began swirling my hips in a circular motion as I fucked him harder.
"FUCK!" he yelled. He gripped the bar above his head and if I didn't know any better, I would think that he was actually
trying to break it.
The cage is opened….
He continued to buck his hips up to meet mine and I fisted my hands in his hair to keep my balance. I pulled his hair
forcefully and lifted his head, bringing his lips to mine again. I forced my tongue into his mouth and once again felt the
sparks when our tongues touched. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and enjoyed his long, low groan against my lips as I
continued to ride him. He hammered his dick into me; thrusting hot and deep and I almost fucking forgot how to breathe.
"Aaahh! Oh fuck me, Edward!" I yelled against his lips.
"Untie me," he demanded while he continued his thrusting.
"Oh God," I moaned. "No," I answered, sweat dripping down my chest. I tightened my legs around his waist and started
riding him harder. He bucked his hips up to meet my thrusts as one of my hands started to rub my clit while the other one
scratched against his abs. I arched my back and swirled my hips while clenching around him as waves of pleasure began
to build.
"Please…Bella. I need…" he started.
"No," I answered. His beautiful black and green eyes narrowed on me as I got off of him, turned around sank down onto
him and rode him reverse cowgirl style.
"Holy shit!" he yelled. I loved this position and apparently so did he. His cock hit every known crevice inside of me, finding
new ways to make me scream and yell in pleasure. I leaned forward and trailed my hand from his balls, over his encased
cock and up to my clit and back again. Edward's groan vibrated throughout his body and his dick impossibly hardened
within me.
"You like that?" I asked.
"Oh God…yes, Bella," he moaned. "Bella…please. Un…oh god…untie me," he begged. "Now," he added. And I loved it.
"I said 'no'," I moaned. This time his growl was felt before it was heard. Chills and goose bumps ran over my body as I
threw my head back, screamed his name when he hit my 'g-spot' and clenched my pussy around him and rode him with as
much force as I had in me. The sudden sound of straining and clanking metal quickened my pulse. I felt his lower abs
clench with a purpose and before I had a chance to react, metal buckles were chiming against the steel floor of the
ambulance, straps went flying across the cabin and over my head and my back was quickly pressed against Edward's hot
and sweaty chest as his hands forcefully grabbed my hips.
"That. Was not. Nice, Isabella," he growled.
Caveward is free!
"Oh god." He trailed his hands across my hips and over my thighs before grabbing them and spreading my legs apart. He
hooked his arms behind my knees, bringing them up to my chest and began pumping his dick in me harder and faster.
Each thrust was more forceful than the last and I felt my eyes roll in the back of my fucking head. I grabbed a handful of his
hair and one of the railings on the bed as he raised his knees up onto the gurney and maneuvered my hips down harder
onto him, meeting every thrust with his own hips. My breath was caught in my throat, I felt suffocated, gasping for air. The
pressure built and built and built and as his dick pivoted faster and changed angles, my…appreciation, became obvious
to a deaf mute.
"Uhhh….ahhhh….Edward. FUCK!" I yelled.
"Are you coming for me?" he asked. I couldn't form words and just nodded my head 'yes' while he continued to make me
ride him. He let one leg go and immediately brought his hand to my clit. That was it people. I screamed incoherent shit and
something that sounded like his name as my body convulsed and spasmed around his cock. His thrusting hips continued
pounding his cock in me and his fingers never ceased playing me like his own personal instrument. My legs stiffened, my
eyes squeezed shut, my ass pressed into his hips and my wailing grew louder, only to be outshined by the 10,000 plus
people right outside of the garage door, dancing in the middle of Times Square and welcoming the New Year.
20…
19…
"OH FUCK!" I yelled. My skin stung with what felt like a thousand little pricks and welts as I rode out my orgasm. I met his
thrusts with increasing force as his cock dove deeper and deeper into me. My God! This is after only 8 days? I dug my
nails into his hair and the flesh of his thighs, earning another delicious growl from him and bucked back onto him harder.
He released my legs completely and his grip on my hips was tight, as his cock grew within me.
15…
14…
With three more, hard deep thrusts from him, I came again and with so much force that I completely lifted off of his cock,
moaning uncontrollably. He forcefully pulled me back down on him, once again impaling me fully, and gripped onto my
waist, holding me in place as I clenched spasmodically around the base of his cock.
10…
9…
My body continued to shudder above him. He grabbed my head and turned it so that my lips could reach his, attempting to
swallow my wails and moans, but failing when his own soon took over.
"Oh God," he moaned. Thrust…thrust…" Bella….Fuck...I'm…I…" he moaned as he pumped in and out of me. His
grunting and groaning grew against my lips as I whimpered against his.
3…
2…
"Cum for me, Edward" I panted.
1…
"Son of a bitch!" His bellow bounced off of the walls of the ambulance. Suddenly his entire body went taut, his abs and
arms straining around me, pressing me further into his body as his cock released within me. He moaned my name loudly
against my lips and continued to shudder and move within me as I completely milked him. Our bodies were dripping with
sweat, the ambulance was almost trashed and what we just did was actually illegal. I couldn't have cared less than in that
moment.
After his breathing slowed and our shuddering and quivering stopped, he positioned my head next to his and kissed me,
slowly and deeply and with a passion that still continues to make my head spin. I kissed him back with just as much love
and passion before I pulled back and bit his bottom lip. His grip on my waist tightened and his dick twitched.
"Happy…New Year," I panted. He smiled against my lips and his hand slowly trailed up my body before settling on my
breast and circling my nipples.
"I am officially in love with New Year's Eve now," he said.
"Same here," I laughed and rested my hand on the side of his face. "Although I can honestly say that I don't think that I will
ever be able to look at an ambulance the same way again," I added. Hell, could you?
The hand that was tracing my nipple joined the one that was tracing my inner thigh and they both slowly made their way
towards my still wet, still Edward impaled center. "If you think that's bad, wait until I get you inside 'Big Red'," he said
against my lips. I moaned into a kiss that he began and started to raise my hips above him when I heard the distinct sound
of my mother's ringtone.
"Ugh," I groaned. I went to sit up, but was pleasantly and thankfully stopped.
"Ignore it," he said.
"But what if-"
"Ignore it." The pleading was clear and present in his voice. So I did.
"Ok," I said.
"Thank you," he smiled. He removed himself from underneath of me before kissing down my stomach and settling his
head directly between my legs. "Now. Where were we?" he asked before wrapping my thighs around his neck and
shoulders and replacing his cock with his tongue.
"Oh, God," I moaned.
~00~
Yeah, um, so that was 44 days ago and now here we are, the whole family and I, standing under the gazebo in the
beautiful Botanical Gardens of the Bellagio Hotel in Vegas. Yes, the one with the dancing fountains in the front. How we
got here should be no surprise really. It was four days ago when Rose decided that she had had enough of Alice's
demands and suggestions and she pulled Emmett to the side and told him that they were eloping in Vegas this weekend,
which just so happens to be Valentine's Day. Emmett wasn't too thrilled about eloping, but when I promised him a room at
the hotel where they shot scenes from Ocean's Eleven and Thirteen, well let's just say that he shut the hell up.
In less than four days time, we had flights and hotel rooms booked, suits bought, 'Rat Pack Replica's', per Emmett's strict
instructions, dresses bought and the 'reception' site picked out for the night. Rose and Em have decided to throw a big
party for everyone else back in New York when they had time. And personally, I love her to death but I honestly never really
realized the true power of Alice Cullen's annoyance. She should really bottle that shit and sell it to the Secret Service.
The dresses that Alice picked were definitely not your typical bridal gowns, but Rose and I loved them and like Jane in '27
Dresses' was constantly being told throughout the entire movie, 'You can just shorten it and wear it again.' Although,
mine's definitely did not need to be any shorter than what it already was. Hello.
The skill of persuasion that is Alice Cullen had somehow finagled three dresses from the Fall 2009 line of Herve Leger.
Rose's was like the white one worn by Rhianna at an awards event and she looked stunning. It was a white strapless that
hit just below the knee with white ruffles on the bottom. It hugged her famous curves and from the look on Emmett's face
right now, it hugged all the right ones.