It was your typical Thursday. I was sitting at work, passing out lunches and counting down the hours until I saw Edward. He had told me that he had a surprise for me and had been leaving me little hints for the past two weeks as to what the surprise was.
The first clue had been a pine cone; then a cowboy hat, a disposable camera and lastly a box of chocolates. I still had no clue what it all added up to, and even enlisting the help of Leah, Jake and Alice hadn't helped; they'd given me jack crap.
Thinking about the last month, a lot had happened. Spending the night at Edward's had become part of the routine at least three times a week. I had come to realize my feelings for him ran deep through my heart and filled it up with a warmth I'd never felt before.
Alice insisted that my feelings were love and that I must be dense if I thought Edward didn't feel the same.
I'm not dense, I'm just being sensible. From the beginning, my feelings for him have always been stronger than his for me. I'm not saying that Edward can't eventually ‘love' me; I simply think that I don't believe that his feelings are that deep, yet. It took him eight months to tell Tanya that he loved her, why should he be any different with me?
"Hey, Bella, why don't you go ahead and take an early lunch today? That way you can leave early," Leah suggested, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Okay thanks, Leah. I'll be back." I grabbed my purse and headed out to my car stopping when I saw the singular red rose on the windshield being held down by the wiper blade.
It couldn't be, could it? He doesn't know where I work. Maybe Edward had left it for me, which made no sense; he knows I like Gerber Daises. Get it together, Bella, you're being paranoid.
I continued walking to my car grabbing the rose from under the wiper blade and tossed it in the nearest trashcan. That's when I saw him walk out from between two cars from the corner of my eye.
"Isabella," he said softly.
"James," I seethed through clenched teeth, my hands fisted at my sides as I turned to look at him. "What do you want? You know you aren't supposed to come near me."
"Actually that restraining order expired a couple of months ago," he commented, taking casual steps toward me. With each of one of his steps, I took a step back, tightening my fists until finally he held up his hands in surrender. "Please, I don't want to hurt you."
"Wow, that sounds oddly familiar," I snapped.
"I swear, that rose, it's a peace offering," he insisted, giving me a small smile.
"A peace offering?" I laughed without a trace of amusement. "What peace offering? I want nothing to do with you."
"I've changed, Isabella. Prison can do that to someone. Throughout my sentence, I've had time to think of all I've done, and everything I want to repent for. The way I acted toward you is at the top of that list," he explained.
"Fine, you're sorry, whatever," I rolled my eyes, still trying to keep my distance and remove myself from the situation.
"Let me properly apologize and take you to lunch or something," he suggested.
I narrowed my eyes at him as he continued to hold his hands up in surrender. I scrutinized him and really didn't see him having an ulterior motive.
"It's just lunch," he added.
Maybe talking to him would help me understand, help me move on.
"Just lunch and I only have thirty minutes, so you better make it count," I said, pointing a finger at him.
James gestured towards his car and I shook my head. We walked to a sandwich shop a couple blocks away and we both ordered food and a drink; James paying for both of us. I objected and argued, but still lost. I would've shoved cash in his hands, but I didn't have any.
We sat down at a table near the front; I didn't want to sit in a secluded area with him. We both finished half a sandwich before he started to explain.
"Okay, talk," I shrugged, taking another bite of my turkey sandwich.
He wiped his face with his napkin and took a quick drink of his soda.
"I'm sorry, Isabella. I'm sorry for hitting you and hurting you both physically and emotionally," he apologized.
I opened my mouth to say something, but he held up his finger.
"Just let me finish before you say anything. I grew up watching my father hit my mother. He'd come home from work and if she didn't have dinner on the table waiting, he hit her. She didn't iron his clothes just right, he hit her. And he cheated on her multiple times, but she never left him because she had nothing of her own. Her life revolved around him and even if I tried to help her, he'd just turn on me. When I got older, I swore that I'd never treat any woman that way but that day you made me so angry that before I knew it, I was hitting you." He paused taking a deep breath before continuing.
"You have to understand, Isabella, I loved you. I'd never felt that way about a woman before and all those feelings were just so strong, I didn't know how to handle it. From the first time I saw you, I was mesmerized. From your hair to your skin to your eyes. And the way you bit your bottom lip because you were nervous, it was as if every other woman in the room that night disappeared and there was only you. I knew then that you were special and I had to have you. I had to make you mine."
I felt really uncomfortable hearing James talk about me like that; as if I were some sort of possession, a prize to be won.
"I had nothing but good intentions when it came to you and making you happy, Isabella. But when I saw you with that guy who I knew you used to date, I just lost it. The way he hugged you wasn't in a friendly way. I know you said that you both decided you were better off friends, but I watched the way he looked at you and touched you...Isabella, he still had feelings for you. And frankly, I was scared that you may go back to him since you had said he was your first love, and I couldn't lose you. You were my life, Isabella."
I shook my head in utter disbelief.
"I know none of that makes it right but I'm glad you pressed charges. Being in prison really helped me see that I had some issues I needed to deal with. Basically, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."
I sat there trying to digest everything he had just told me. He was right; his father hitting his mother and he, didn't excuse his actions but it did help me to understand him better. I couldn't go on hating him anymore. I had a great man in my life and if accepting his apology helped him move forward and become a better man, then I would do it.
"Yes, I can forgive you, James."
"Oh," he said, standing up and pulling me into a tight hug. "Thank you, Isabella. Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me."
I stood with my hands at my side, uncomfortable. I could accept his apology, but I wasn't quite ready for this with him. James pulled away and gave me an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to over-step my boundary. It's just that you accepting my apology was like number two on my list, and now I'm almost done with everything. I thought you'd be more difficult."
"What were you going to do if you didn't see me last month?" I asked.
"Well, I had already been looking for you and had hired a private investigator to help me locate you. I found out you were still in Seattle and that you worked at a daycare, but I didn't know which one until this week. I've been trying to find the courage to approach you for the last couple of days. I saw the way you looked at me at that house. You were scared and I'm sorry that I scared you. By the way, is that guy your new boyfriend?"
"That's none of your business."
"That means yes. It's good to see you happy again, Isabella. People were telling me that you hadn't really dated anyone since me. Again, I can't apologize enough for ruining your perception of men. Believe me, not all guys who charm and sweet talk you are like me."
"I know and thank you. Um..." I looked at my watch and noticed it was time for me to go. "I have to head back. Thanks for the lunch," I said, standing up.
He followed suit and we walked outside after throwing our trash away. He accompanied me back to the center and oddly enough, the more I talked to him, the more comfortable I felt.
"Thank you for letting me take you to lunch, Isabella. I guess I'll see you around?" he asked, holding his hand out.
"Thank you for explaining, James. It really did help." I smiled, placing my hand in his to shake but instead he closed his fingers around it, lifted it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. My cheeks turned red on their own accord.
"Bye, Isabella. It was great seeing you," he said, still holding my hand. "I don't know what you've been doing but you look great," he complimented with a smirk and a wink.
"Thanks. Bye, James." I pulled my hand out of his grasp and walked away, wiping the back of it along my jeans as subtly as possible. I could feel his eyes watching me until I rounded the corner.
After my early morning lunch, time seemed to fly. The kids were very rambunctious so I didn't have time to think about James or what was waiting for me after work. I left around five o'clock with Alexis. I dropped her off at the Cullen's house for the weekend and then headed to see my boyfriend.
Oh, fuck.
My jaw dropped and my mouth watered as I pulled into the driveway. There in the garage was Edward wearing dark fitted jeans and a white undershirt that showed off his biceps and his pecs nicely. And he was standing next to a beautiful, classic Ducati bike. I parked the car, turning the ignition off and jumping out
"Hello, beautiful," he greeted me with a big smile, walking towards me.
"Hello, handsome." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his chest for a hug.
"How was your day?" he asked, placing a kiss on my forehead.
I thought about telling Edward about James, but I figured it wasn't necessary. It was a harmless meeting and it wasn't like I planned on seeing him again.
"It was busy, but good," I replied with a smile as we walked into the garage. "What are you doing with your motorcycle?"
"Well, I'm getting it ready for a trip," he replied cryptically.
"Where are you going?" I inquired with a pout.
He lowered his head to kiss my pout away before answering my question.
"I'm not going anywhere. We on the other hand..." He grinned.
"What?! You're taking me out on your bike?!" I asked, thrilled.
"Yup, it's just the first part of my surprise," he added, giving me a little squeeze.
"Edward, I don't understand why you're surprising me," I told him, resting my hands on his chest. "It's your birthday this weekend, not mine."
"And I told you, I wanted to spend my birthday with you. Now don't worry, I have the whole weekend planned out and it all starts tonight," he said, scooping me up into his arms.
I let out a little yelp as I locked my arms around his neck. He carried me inside, hitting the garage door button before shutting the door behind us. He took us upstairs where we enjoyed the beginning of Edward's birthday weekend, alone.
~~~~~
After a long and active night, we woke up late the next day; so late, that it was early afternoon. Edward was running around like a chicken with his head cut off trying to make sure we had everything we needed in order to go. I just sat on the sofa and watched. I offered to help but that stubborn man insisted that he had everything under control.
Under control, my ass. He had tried to print the same thing four times now and hadn't realized that the printer wasn't turned on. I really felt that I should have said something, but he said he was good.
I smiled at my thoughts.
"What are you smiling about?" he inquired, peering at me from the computer desk.
"Oh, nothing. Are you sure you don't need my help?" I asked him again for good measure.
"No, just relax. As soon as I get this damn thing to print we can go. Why won't you print?" he questioned the computer in frustration.
I stood up and walked up behind him. I slid my hand into the back pocket of his black denim fitted jeans, placed my lips really close to his ear and whispered softly. "It might help if you turn the printer on." I reached around him to press the power button and the printer came alive.
"Oh, yeah, that might help," he mumbled.
"Mmhm." I smiled smugly.
"Don't smile at me like that. You know we're running late because of you," he said, looking over his shoulder as he shut down his laptop.
"Me? What did I do?" I asked incredulously.
"You were the one who couldn't keep your hands off of me last night," he stated, turning around to face me. "I wanted to go to bed but you just wanted more."
"Pssh. I'm sorry but if I remember correctly, I was fast asleep when a certain someone woke me up at some ungodly hour," I countered attacked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"What can I say, you looked so sexy sleeping that I had to have you." He smirked, placing his hands on my hips.
He dipped his head and kissed along my neck. I hummed in appreciation. My hands found themselves twisted in his silky locks and I tugged on them gently, pulling his lips to mine and flicking his top lip with my tongue before he teasingly sucked at it.
I'm not sure we'll ever leave this house, but if this is what we'll be doing instead then I'm all for it.
He smiled when I moaned, kissing me one more time before pulling away. I kept my eyes closed waiting for his lips to come back to mine, and when they didn't I opened them to see him smirking.
This asshole gets me all hot and bothered, then pulls away; see if he gets any tonight. Ah, who am I kidding? I can't resist him.
"We really need to go," he said, grabbing the pieces of papers from the printer.
I followed him out to the garage; the door opened and the sun shined in. It was another warm day, not a cloud in the sky; it was a perfect day to take a ride on his motorcycle. I smiled as he handed me a red full-faced helmet.
"I want to make sure you are completely protected. I have a leather jacket for you, but it might be a little too warm for you to wear that today. You can if you want," he offered.
"No, I'm good. Do you mind helping me here?" I asked, holding the helmet up.
He took the helmet from my hands and held it above my head licking his lips and leaning down for a chaste kiss.
"That will have to hold me over for a little bit." He grinned.
"Where are we going?" I inquired as he pushed the helmet down on my head.
"I'm not telling you, but don't worry you'll find out soon. How does the helmet feel?" he asked, buckling it for me.
"It's very cushiony," I told him.
"Good," he said, putting on his own helmet.
He kicked his right leg over the bike and got comfortable. He held his hand out and took mine, helping me get on the bike. He turned the key and started it up and I gasped when I felt the vibrations against the lower half of my body. I heard Edward chuckle in front of me, lightly smacking his back before wrapping my arms around his chest and holding onto him tightly.
The ride to wherever we were headed was one I would never forget. We headed out of the city, riding through the central business district on Interstate Five. He merged onto Interstate Ninety and we rode over Lake Washington Bridge past Tiger Mountain State Park, into Snoqualmie, up the mountains to the falls and ending at the Salish Lodge and Spa.It felt amazing- the wind whipping against my exposed arms, my shirt flapping behind me. It brought me back to the days when Jake and I would ride our dirt bikes in La Push; the only thing missing was my hair blowing in the wind. We were never one for safety as I'd already informed Edward of all my motorcycle accident horror stories. Even though I missed that feeling of flying through the air, having my arms wrapped tightly around my boyfriend's waist and pressing my chest against his muscular back surely helped make up for it.
The smell of pine trees, fresh water and the outdoors washed over my senses as I pulled the helmet off of my head. I got off the bike before Edward and smoothed my hair down stomping my feet a little to get some feeling back in my legs. Between last night and this motorcycle ride, my muscles were sore.
Edward got off and removed his helmet as well, tucking it under his arm and smiling at me. I could hear the sounds of the water rushing over the fall. I looked around in absolute awe, smiling from ear to ear.
"This...this is amazing, Edward," I told him, in utter disbelief. "No one has ever done something like this for me before."
"Good. Come on, let's check-in." Edward grasped my hand and led me inside, opening the door for me. We approached the desk and he laid his helmet on the counter.
The receptionist was an adorable and slightly chubby gay man with brown hair and brown eyes that sparkled the moment he noticed Edward. I stifled a giggle as I watched the guy perk right up.
"Well, hello there. How can I help you?" the guy asked, glancing at me briefly then averting his attention back to Edward."We are checking-in. It's under Cullen," Edward told him.
"Will that be two beds?"
"Uh no, one," Edward answered, giving him a confused look.
"Shoot. Don't blame a guy for making sure," he commented.
I snorted out a laugh as the guy looked at the computer screen, stealing glances at Edward as he typed. Edward looked over at me with narrowed eyes and I smiled as I looped my arm through his and hugged his arm.
"I'm going to take a look around. Come find me when you're done," I said, kissing him quickly.
"Don't go too far," he ordered.
"What am I five?" I asked as I walked away giving him a wink.
The place was gorgeous. Cherry wood molding, leather chairs with high backs and leather sofas arranged around antique looking tables. I noticed people were congregating around one room which I discovered to be the library. Apparently it was tea time and I ventured into the room where there were overstuffed leather love seats, game tables and a fireplace full of logs waiting to be lit.
I was perusing their collection of books when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist.
"What are you doing, beautiful?" he asked softly, his lips touching my ear.
I melted into his chest, breathing in the scent that is only Edward.
"Waiting for you," I told him as I slid my arms over his.
"You ready to go see our room?" he asked, placing a kiss on the sensitive spot on my neck.
"Mmm," I hummed, tilting my head.
He kissed my neck again before turning me around in his arms.
"I wasn't sure I'd get you back in one piece with the way that receptionist was looking at you," I teased.
"It was very difficult, believe me. The moment you walked away he asked how long we've been together and asked if there was any chance I would ever play for the other team. I told him no way in hell."
I burst into laughter at his story as he led us back through the lobby to the elevators. We entered the empty cube when the doors opened; Edward hit the number three.
"It's not funny, Bella," he said, squeezing the side of my hip making me squirm as the elevator rose.
"Oh, but it is, Edward," I shot back, shifting to maneuver out of his grasp. "It is a huge compliment if a gay man finds you attractive since they are very picky. I already knew I had struck gold, but damn this just reassures me even more," I told him as the bell dinged and I ran out when the doors opened.
He caught up to me and pulled me into his chest, taking wide steps around mine.
Edward shook his head at me. "You are completely insane."
"That maybe true, but you love it," I replied jokingly.
"That is also true," he mentioned.
He took my hand and led us the rest of the way to our room. Edward slid the keycard into the slot, and as the light turned green, he turned the handle and gestured for me to enter first.
The room was absolutely breathtaking. The entrance led into a living/dining room with a stone set fireplace roaring and a view of the mountains and trees. On the table sat a silver chiller with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. We both took off our shoes, leaving them next to the door with our helmets, which I assumed that a bell hop had brought up.
Edward reached out for my hand and pulled me into the bedroom where there was a king size bed with pink rose petals strewn on top of the covers. I smiled and felt my eyes tear with emotion when I saw that. There were French doors that led out to a balcony and I began to head that way, eager to see the view from there; but Edward had other plans, steering me in the direction of the bathroom.
The first thing I noticed was the two person tub that was already full of water and bubbles. I pulled my gaze away from the steamy water to the counter; there were shampoo, conditioner and lotions nested among pebbles on a round black ceramic plate. I walked towards the tub and knelt down to run my hand through the water.Edward came up behind me, pulling up on the bottom of my tank top and I lifted my arms to make it easier for him to remove it. Still standing behind me, he unhooked my bra and slid the straps down my arms, letting it fall to the ground and snaking his arms around me to pull me back against him. His hands caressed my breasts and I sighed, my nipples immediately perking under his familiar touch. His hands traveled south to the button on my jeans. I let a giggle slip, letting Edward know that I noticed him having a problem trying to undo them.
"I'm not accustomed to having to do it this way," he growled into my ear, flicking his tongue against the shell and getting me to shut up quickly.
Finally, Edward was able to get the button undone and the zipper down, hooking his thumbs in the sides and pushing the denim down along with my panties. I wiggled my hips to help him and hooked a lazy arm back around his neck, leaning into his covered chest as his hand slid down and teased me. I bit my bottom lip and moaned.
He brushed his fingers along the warm sensitive skin, causing my knees to buckle. I nearly fell when he slid two fingers inside of me and hooked them slightly, finding my g-spot right away. His other arm wrapped around my stomach to hold me in place while his fingers slipped in and out while Edward kissed and licked the sensitive skin on my neck.
Not allowing him to do anything more to me, I turned in his arms and captured his lips passionately, showing him my appreciation. I could feel his semi-hard erection against my upper thigh and I trailed my hands down his chest to the bottom of his black graphic tee. I hooked a finger in the top of his pants, letting it slide back and forth and tickling the sensitive area of his lower abdomen. I felt him shiver under my light touch and his tongue entered my mouth, sliding along mine and deepening our kiss.
While our tongues explored, my fingers made quick work on undoing his pants and pushing them down. I cupped his covered length, causing him to buck his hips into my hand. I smiled into our kiss and he bit my bottom lip lightly, letting out a deep throat growl.
I hooked my hands on both sides of his hip and pushed his briefs down, letting them pool at his feet. Edward stepped out of them, causing me take a step to the side but never losing contact with him. My right hand wrapped around his erect length and stroked him slowly, giving him a gentle squeeze. My lips left his as I placed my free hand on his shoulder, holding onto him as I lowered myself down to my knees.
I licked my lips before taking his entire length into my mouth, my hands winding around him and I dug my nails into his muscular ass. He hissed in pleasure, thrusting himself into my mouth. I moaned as I looked up at him through my lashes, knowing it aroused him more when I did that.
My hands traveled back to the front and cupped his balls, caressing them just the way he liked it. I took one hand and put it at the base of his cock as I released him running my tongue along the underside of him and he groaned in satisfaction. I could tell he was getting closer to his release, but I wasn't done with him just yet. I swirled my tongue around the tip, licking up the precum that had pooled there. I then paid special attention to the underside of his length, running my tongue along it, first gently then getting harder.
"Fuck, Bella, you're killing me here."
I smiled, kissing it before taking him back into my mouth. I felt his hand on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my long locks. He moved my head to the pace and rhythm he wanted. I hummed, sending vibrations along his length and I could feel him get harder with each movement as he urged me to pick up the pace. I could hear his breaths quicken and become more shallow. I looked up to see him throw his head back and his hold on my hair tightened.
I took him deep one last time and felt his body stiffen, his hand holding me in that spot and he came into my mouth. I waited until I felt him relax sucking one last time before releasing him from my lips and giving his tip one final lick. I smiled, looking up at him as he stroked my hair looking down at me in appreciation.
I held onto his sides and stood up pulling his t-shirt up over his head with the motion before entwining our fingers and leading him over to the tub.
"You go ahead and get in. I'll be right back," he told me.
I stepped in, one foot at a time as Edward left the room. By now the water was cool, but it felt nice against my heated skin from our encounter. I sat down, closing my eyes and letting the bubbles wash over my body as Edward came back with the bottle of champagne and two glasses.
He easily popped the cork and poured the bubbly liquid into the flutes, handing one to me before stepping in. I leaned forward, holding my glass in the air for a toast.
"Here's to an amazing weekend with my sexy boyfriend who I cannot get enough of," I said.
"I'll cheers to that, beautiful." We clinked glasses and each took a sip.
Edward set his glass down and unplugged the drain to let some of the water run out. I was glad he did because the water was getting a little too cold for me. I shivered as I moved to sit between his legs, pulling his arms around me tighter for warmth. When the water was lower, Edward turned the faucet on, testing the heat with his foot. I closed my eyes and relaxed against his body when he turned the jets on.
I hummed in pure bliss; I couldn't ask for anything more. Edward surprised me with a stay at a luxurious lodge with a breathtaking view and a ride on his motorcycle. I was floating on cloud nine, but slowly reality came and I realized that once we got out of this tub, we had nothing to wear except for the clothes we came in.
I took another sip of champagne before turning my head to ask, "Edward? I love that you brought us here on your motorcycle, but what about clothes?"
"Don't worry, I had our bags sent here yesterday," he answered with his eyes closed.
"But how did you...did you just take the clothes I have at your place?"
"No, there's a little pixie that I like to call on when I want to surprise you." He smiled mischievously, taking a drink.
"So, Alice knew what you were up to?" I inquired, turning my body around to face him.
I swore if that pixie knew what he was up to and didn't tell me, I was going to kick her ass. She was supposed to be my best friend, and I'd even recruited her help with all the clues; and the whole time she'd been holding out on me?
He opened one eye to gage my reaction before opening the other one.
"She knew I was taking you away for the weekend, but she didn't know where. I asked her to pack a bag for you, told her what kind of clothes you'd need and that was it. She tried to get it out of me, but I resisted and didn't give in. Does it all make sense now?" he asked, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"For the most part...the pine cone for the trees, the disposable camera for the view, and the box of chocolates because of the sweet shop downstairs. Now, what's the cowboy hat for?" I wondered as I leaned my upper body towards his.
He moved his body closer to mine and pulled my legs around his waist; I locked my ankles behind his back and my arms around his neck. I could feel his length graze against my entrance in this new position and I groaned, wanting to have him inside me.
"You have to be sore, baby," he said, concerned,
"Maybe just a little, but I just can't get enough of you," I mumbled, placing kisses along his neck.
"Bella, ungh...we should get ready for our dinner reservations."
I could feel him slowly harden as I rubbed myself against him.
"But what if I'm not hungry for food?" I asked, tugging on his ear lobe.
"God, Bella, you're going to be the death of me," he groaned, lifting my head and crashing his lips to mine.
The moment he was completely hard, he placed himself at my entrance and pushed into me slowly. Edward was right, I was sore, but he was enough to distract me from the pain. We moved together, both enjoying the sensations. Too soon, we came; I buried my face in the crook of his neck and he held me tightly as we rode out the waves.
"We should get out, you're cold," he mentioned, rubbing his hands over my upper arms.
I lifted my head to see what he was talking about, and sure enough there were goose bumps up and down my arms. I didn't even realize how cold I was; my teeth were also chattering.
"Come on, beautiful. I think you could use some rest before dinner. I'll call the restaurant and push back our reservations."
I held onto him as he stood up and stepped out of the tub, unlocking my ankles to stand on my own two feet. I was a little wobbly but he held onto me until I finally steadied myself. He grabbed one of the white, fluffy towels and wrapped it around my shoulders. I released him to allow him to do the same and wrapped the towel around my body.
I walked into the bedroom and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Within minutes, Edward followed with the towel wrapped low around his waist. He walked to the closet, pulled the door open, grabbing our suitcases which were lying on the floor and bringing them over to the bed and unzipping them.
I stood up to see what Alice packed for me. She didn't do a bad job; she actually packed my favorite outfits, but underneath those were some new undergarments and a note. I pulled it out to read:
B,
I swear I didn't know where he was taking you. He only told me that he had a weekend getaway planned and what kind of clothes to pack. I figured this most likely would be a romantic weekend so I packed a few sexy items for you to seduce Dr. DILF. I found them in the back of your underwear drawer with the tags still on. If these are from the shopping trip I dragged you along on a year ago, I'm going to kick you. Anyway, enjoy your romantic weekend with Edward, take pictures if you ever go outside ;) and remember everything because I'm going to want deets.
Love ya,
Ali
P.S. Jasper says tell him
I shook my head as I finished reading my best friend's note; she was always two steps ahead of me.
"What do you have there, beautiful?" Edward asked, pulling on a pair of black boxer briefs.
"Just a note from Ali explaining the situation." I smiled.
"That was nice of her. Now, get dressed and get under the covers. I'll be right back."
I pulled out a plaid, spaghetti strap nightgown and slipped it over my head before pulling on some boy short underwear. I zipped up my bag and placed it on the floor, crawling up the bed and shoving some of the petals on the floor and slid my legs under the covers. I felt every muscle in my body relax once my head hit the pillow and my eyes instantly closed. A couple of minutes later, I felt the empty spot next to me drop and then an arm wrap around my waist, pulling me close against a warm body. I heard him mumble something before I fell into a deep sleep, but I was too far gone to make it out.
What felt like hours later, I forced my eyes to open. Feeling the spot next to me empty, I looked around the room for Edward. He was standing next to an ironing board, getting the wrinkles out of his grey color dress shirt. He was humming to himself, a tune I'd never heard before until he noticed my movement.
"Hey, beautiful, how'd you sleep?" he asked with a smile.
"Like a baby. Is it time for dinner?" I inquired, stretching out my arms and legs.
"In thirty minutes. Is that enough time for you to get ready?"
"That's fine." I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, feeling the softness of the petals under my feet.
I lifted my bag on the bed and unzipped it sorting through the clothes until I found the perfect black and white floral, v-neck dress for the night. It was a little wrinkled so I asked Edward if he would iron it while I went in the bathroom to do my hair and make-up.
Twenty-five minutes later, my make-up was done, my hair was pulled into a loose bun with a few tendrils loosely curled and framing my face. My floral dress was clinging to my curves in all the right places and I was just slipping on a pair of black, peek toe heels that I wouldn't normally wear, but they were all Alice packed. I walked out of the bedroom to a waiting Edward looking over a brochure. As always, he looked breathtaking in his grey dress shirt which was tucked into black slacks with a black belt and he wore a pair of black leather slip on dress shoes.
"Remember to breathe, Bella." He smirked.
I took a breath as I walked towards him wrapping my fingers around his hand and we walked out of the room together. We made small talk on the way down to the Main Dining Room. The restaurant was buzzing with couples and groups of women.
Edward told the hostess his name and we were seated near the fireplace and the bamboo covered windows with a great view of the Snoqualmie Falls. She handed us menus and gave Edward a padded leather booklet. The table was covered with a white linen tablecloth and napkins, fine silverware edging the white china plates, and elegant wine and water glasses.
We really didn't have much of a chance to look over the menu before our waiter greeted us. Edward looked through the wine list, which was sixty-one pages long, and selected a bottle of Chateau Ste. While the waiter retrieved our wine, we both took the time to decide what to eat.When the chatter was quiet enough, you could hear the sounds of forties jazz playing. I noticed Edward's fingers tapping to the beat against the menu and I smiled as I watched him enjoying the music.
Our waiter came back with our bottle and poured a little into Edward's glass, allowing him to taste the wine, which was beyond me. He nodded his head and the waiter filled both of our glasses, before setting the bottle down.
"Are you ready to order?" he asked.
"It all looks so good, I don't know how to choose," I commented.
"May I suggest something?" he offered, and we nodded our heads for him to continue. "I think you should go with the Grand Tasting Menu that way you get to taste a little of everything with the six course meal."
"That sounds perfect. We'll do that," Edward said, handing him our menus.
"I'll be back with the first course."
With that, the waiter left us alone and Edward took his wine glass, and held it in the air. I smiled as I grabbed mine own, mimicking him and remembering when I did this in the bath tub earlier.
"Here's to my beautiful girlfriend who I cannot get enough of." He smirked, stealing my words. "Thank you for spending my birthday weekend with me. I have a feeling it will be one of the best," he said with a wink.
"I hope it will be memorable, too," I added.
We clinked our glasses and took a sip of the red wine. It tasted warm and spicy with a mix of blueberry and cherry, and I took another sip before putting my glass down. Once I did, Edward grabbed onto my hand and rubbed soothing circles along the back of it.
"Did you call your family to check in on Lexi?" I asked.
"I did. She's having a blast getting her nails done with her Nana. I talked to her briefly and she says she misses both of us, but especially you. She wished you were there to get your nails done, too. Oh, she says 'I love you', as well," he said.
"Aw, now I'm sad that I missed out on the phone call." I frowned.
"You needed your sleep, apparently I wore you out." He smirked.
I narrowed my eyes at him, but I couldn't keep the smile off my face. He did wear me out and I enjoyed every minute of it.
Ten minutes later, our waiter brought our first course, which was Artisan Foie Gras on top of a potato. Once we finished that course another came out; we ate Seared Wild King Salmon with peas and a fresh citrus salad, Duck Breast with mushrooms, Foraged Mushrooms with herbs and an assortment of Cheeses.
The wine Edward chose went perfectly with each one of the courses; it was all delicious. I was thankful to be wearing a loose dress that allowed my stomach to expand with all the food I ate. In between bites, Edward and I talked about the lodge and how he found out about it.
"Well, this is where my parents come to get away as well as Emmett and Rose. When I thought about taking you on a trip, I asked them for some help and they both mentioned this place. I looked it up online and felt it was the perfect place."
"Hm, I'm going to have to agree. We've only been here for a couple of hours, but I can already see us coming back here again." I smiled back at him.
"Me too, beautiful." He licked his lips and leaned forward; I met him halfway for a sweet, but passionate kiss.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but can I interest you two in some dessert?" the waiter inquired.
I bit my lip, contemplating. I knew I didn't have room for more, but I saw some of the desserts that were coming out of the kitchen and I just couldn't say no. Edward looked at me and smiled.
"Yes, please."
He ran through a list off the top of his head and my smile grew wider with each suggestion. I chose the Fromage Blanc Cheesecake and Edward chose The Chocolatier's Palate. Within minutes, I was in heaven, moaning in ecstasy from the lusciousness of the cheesecake.
"Bella, you need to stop moaning. People are looking and you're turning me on," he whispered.
"I'm sorry, Edward. This cheesecake is just delicious, the best I've ever had; it hit the spot. You have to try it," I told him as I stuck my fork in the cake and grabbed a piece for him.
"No, I'm good with my..." he started to say before I cut him off, shoving the fork in his mouth. "Mm, oh my God, mm. You're right, this is delicious."
"See, I told you." I smiled smugly.
"Okay, you were right. Now try mine; it's not as good as yours, but it's still excellent." Edward grabbed a forkful and wrapping my lips around it, I pulled the piece into my mouth.
"Mm, that is good." I smiled and it grew wider when I noticed Edward adjusting himself.
"I think it's time for us to go back upstairs," he mentioned, playing with my fingers.
"Mm, what is it that we are doing tomorrow?" I questioned.
"The only hint I'm going to give you is....bring your cowboy hat and camera."
"Are we going site seeing?"
"My lips are sealed for now."
We paid for our dinner and headed back upstairs, slipping into our pajamas and cuddling up on the sofa by the fire; just enjoying the quiet, the view and the closeness.
The next morning I woke to a knock at the door. I groaned turning onto my side and opened my eyes to see a peaceful sleeping Edward. I gently moved his bangs out of his face before pressing my lips softly against his forehead. There was another knock and I huffed as I slid out of the warm bed. I grabbed a robe that was lying on a chair and slipped it on as I walked towards the door. I looked through the peephole and saw an employee with a tray. I opened the door and smiled.
"I'm sorry to wake you, Miss. But Mr. Cullen requested breakfast to arrive at eight," the employee informed.
"Oh, okay, please come in," I gestured, opening the door more.
She placed the tray on the table and set everything up. I walked over to my purse and pulled out some cash, thanking her and giving her a tip before she left. I lifted the tops to see what Edward had ordered; scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, French toast and fruit. I covered the food again and walked back into the bedroom crawling up the bed to Edward's side, kissing his face to get him to wake up.
"Happy birthday, Edward," I muttered against his lips.
"Mm, what a way to wake up on my birthday." He smiled, as his hand tangled in my hair to hold my face close to his. "What are you doing up so early?"
"Well, it seems someone decided to order breakfast and have it delivered at eight this morning."
"Now, who would do something like that?" He smirked.
"Hm, I wonder. Come on, now that I'm up, you have to be, too." I tugged on his arm as I stood up on the bed.
"Okay, I'm up, I'm up," he said, lifting himself up.
As we ate breakfast, I tried to get Edward to tell me what we were doing today, but again, he wouldn't budge. How that man stayed so tight lipped was beyond me. I pulled out my best pout, my best seducing, but nothing. Giving up, I sulked my way to the bathroom to shower.
Feeling rejuvenated, I walked back into the room, my suitcase already open on the bed.
"We're going to be outside and it's a little chilly so wear something warm. Don't forget the hat," he mentioned before walking into the bathroom.
Looking through my suitcase, Alice really hadn't left me with many clothing options for cooler weather, so I picked what was available; blue jeans with some holes, a long sleeve navy plaid, button-up shirt, and my trusty black chucks. After putting on my top and bottom, I walked into the bathroom to do my hair, but instead of doing that, I spent my time ogling my boyfriend's body through the shower door.
"Bella, are you staring at me?" he asked, pulling me out of the trance.
"Yes, yes I am," I answered, chewing on my lip.
He chuckled as he turned off the water. He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist and walked up to me. He held my face in his hands and dipped his lips to mine, sucking on my top lip. I moaned, tasting the water on his lips.
"The feeling is mutual," he murmured against my mouth. "Now, finish up or we're going to be late."
I scowled as he walked away, smacking my ass. I scrunched my hair then walked back out to the bedroom. Edward was just pulling a grey American Eagle graphic tee over his head. He paired it with some torn up jeans and a pair of black Pumas. Seeing him pretty much ready to go, I put on my socks and shoes and then topped the outfit off with the cowgirl hat he had bought me.
"Ready?" I asked, standing up.
"Let's go have some fun, beautiful." He kissed the back of my hand then led the way.
We made our way downstairs to the waiting car. It took us about twenty minutes back on the interstate to a horse farm. I squealed and clapped my hands like a little girl when I finally realized what we were going to do; Edward just smiled.
I can't believe he remembered since I had only mentioned it once. We were going horseback riding, something I can do without hurting myself... well hopefully. Fingers crossed.
I pulled Edward out of the car and pretty much ran over to the fence where four horses were grazing.
"You must be the Cullens," someone called to us.
Turning my attention, I saw a slightly plump man wearing blue jeans, plaid shirt, cowboy boots and hat walking towards us. He stuck his hand out to Edward."Hello folks, I'm Gary and I'll be getting you two ready to go riding," he greeted with a friendly smile.
"Hi Gary, I'm Edward and this is Bella," Edward introduced us, both of us shaking the man's hand.
"Follow me folks and we'll get you going."
We followed him to the stables where he briefed us on the horses, the trail and safety. After fifteen minutes we were both seated on top of brown horses; Edward had Santana and I had Fancy.
"See you folks in three hours. Have fun," Gary told us before we trotted off.
Edward let me take the lead but only so he could watch out for me. We followed the dirt path, which was easy to get through; there weren't any roots or rocks that would get in the way. We didn't make much conversation as we made our way up the mountain, but I could hear Edward behind me clicking away, taking pictures with the camera. The scenery really was picturesque with the birds chirping, the bunnies hopping and deer galloping through the woods. It took us about an hour to get to where the trail stopped. I hopped off the horse and wrapped the reins around a tree branch like Gary had shown us. I sat my hat on the saddle then walked over to the edge to admire the view which was just stunning. Even on a cloudy day like today, you could see Seattle in all of its glory. The view reminded me of The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy sees the Emerald City from afar and I couldn't take my eyes away.
I heard Edward come up behind me; he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I grabbed a hold of his forearms, leaning back into him. He kissed the top of my head and we stood there together, taking it all in and for me it wasn't just about the view.
I began thinking about the last four months with him and the six months before that pining. Edward had let me into his life when no one else could enter. He confided in me the pain and suffering he went through when his wife died. He trusted me enough to allow me into his daughter's life and his family accepted me with open arms. He showed me that there are good men still out there, that I am worthy to be with someone as incredible as him. Even in the beginning when the feelings were coming at me in full force and I couldn't explain it, he stuck by me, by us. Yes, we both questioned it, but we didn't give up. Because of him I now knew that I deserved to be happy as much as Alice and Jasper and Jake and Leah.
In the moment, I knew without a doubt what it was that my heart had been trying so hard to tell my head. What my head had been ignoring for the past month for fear of getting hurt. My heart knew all along and finally my head was accepting it. Like in the beginning, it was always one step behind, but I could no longer deny the feelings that filled my heart so much that it could burst through my chest.
I turned around in his arms, my hands cupping the sides of his face and my thumbs caressing his cheeks, urging him to open his eyes and look at me. He did so without me asking and I looked deep into his emerald orbs and smiled. I kissed him gently and pulled back.
"Happy birthday, Edward...I love you." I smiled.
His arms tightened around my lower back as he dipped his head and pressed his lips against mine. My hands encircled the back of his neck and my fingers twisted in the hair at the nape. He lifted me in his arms as our lips parted and closed against each others.
I didn't need Edward to say the words back to me. I knew from this kiss and all the other kisses and intimate moments that we had shared that he felt strongly for me and that was enough.
Our kisses slowed and our lips parted but I held his forehead to mine, my nose skimming his. He kept his eyes closed and I pecked his lips.
"Edward, look at me, please," I requested.
He opened his eyes and they were sparkling, which to me was a good sign.
"Edward, I..."
"I don't...Bella..." he stuttered.
Okay, I know I said I didn't need him to say it, but say something. For my sake, stop stuttering.
Suddenly, his face brightened with a huge smile and my heart beat sped up.
"Bella, I love you, too."
Edward said those three words and all I could think to do was kiss him with all the emotions that were surging through my body.
"I love you," we said in unison.
"Edward, as beautiful as the view is and as much as I want to stay up here taking pictures with you, all I can think about right now is making love to you," I said, running my hands under the back of his shirt.
"I agree. Let's go," he muttered with a chaste kiss.
We both got back on our horses and made our way down the mountain as fast as we could. We said our thanks before jumping in the car, holding it together for the twenty minute drive and on the way up to our room, but once we were alone, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.
Edward and I spent the rest of his birthday in bed making love. I know I had said that I didn't need to hear Edward say those words back to me, but now that he had, I couldn't get enough of it.
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