Fanfic by CaraNo.
Beta’d by HollettLA
Full story can be found HERE.
Posting on WordPress today because of the rating.
A Bastard’s Girl
I wake up the next morning to the sound of my phone. Or rather, my brother’s ringtone.
Good news travel fast, eh?
Barely even opening my eyes, I reach for my phone on the nightstand and answer the call as I draw the covers up higher. The Masens blast their A/C like it’s nobody’s business.
“What time is it?” I mumble sleepily.
“Noon, and I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about everything that’s been going on, Bella!” My brother’s furious. “Mom’s pissed, Rachel’s bitching about not finding a goddamn school in LA, and your father’s ordered one of his goons to stay outside Maria’s diner.”
I blink blearily and lift my head from the perfect, perfect pillow to check the alarm clock. “Noon? Damn, I slept for an eternity.”
“Bella!” Jasper growls.
“Jesus Christ, calm down,” I groan. “I’ll explain—just…fuck. You woke me up.” I yawn and sit up, wondering why I’m so tired. I didn’t go to bed very late. “All right, so here’s the thing…”
After explaining everything to Jasper, he’s angrier than a woman on the rag without chocolate, but there’s little I can do about it. He’s just gonna have to follow Dad’s lead on this.
Pulling on a pair of boxers and a tank top, I push back my hair into a ponytail and make my way downstairs. Given the time, I don’t except anyone to be here—other than the two bikers outside—so I’m a little surprised to see Edward sprawled out on the couch in the den.
There’s some TV movie running in the background, but his eyes are closed. How convenient. It means I can eye-fuck in peace. He’s only wearing a pair of sweats, and his hair is all rumpled from sleep. One hand under his head, the other resting on his abs. Sigh. But I gotta get breakfast first.
In the kitchen, I fill a bowl with milk and cereal, and then I get back to the den.
“Sleeping Biker Beauty?” I peer down at his sleeping form and stick the spoon into my mouth. The taste of ice-cold milk and Froot Loops makes me hum ’cause it’s delicious.
“Why’re you wakin’ me up?” Edward throws an inked arm over his face.
“Why are you not at work?” I ask.
“I called in sick. My boss was okay with it.”
Funny. Must be nice to be his own boss. “What’s wrong?” I sit down on the edge of the couch, not given much space because his big-ass frame takes up most of it. “Do you have a fever?” I lean over him and nudge away his arm to feel his forehead. “You’re not warm.”
“Headache,” he grunts, turning onto his side—facing away from me, “Lemme sleep, darlin’.”
I frown. “Now you’re worrying me. Is there anything I can do? Where’s Trey?”
“Nothing to worry about.” He yawns. “Trey’s in school.”
But… “Is that safe?” I set down the bowl on the table and chew on my lip. I admit, I didn’t take the notes seriously at first, but then I got spooked by the second one. And once I started fearing for my own safety, I began fearing for Trey’s, too.
“They’re after you, Bella,” he mutters sleepily. “Not him.”
We can’t know that. “If they’re looking to harm me, they can do that by harming those I love,” I argue. “Why do you think I asked Dad to make sure my family’s safe? And you even said the MC could be a target. That means they could try get to you through Trey, too.”
Edward doesn’t reply right away. Then after a moment, he turns in my direction and yanks me down to lie beside him. I yelp in surprise while he buries his nose in my hair.
“Bella, I’m so fucking tired, but it’s difficult to be grumpy with you when you say you love my son.”
“Oh,” is my clever response. “Well, I can’t help you with that. It took me like two minutes to get hooked on that kid.” I tilt my head up and touch his cheek, feeling the soft rasp of his beard. “I’ll let you sleep, though.”
When I try to push myself up, he only holds me tighter.
“Cuddle with me,” he mumbles, his eyes remaining closed. “You can’t expect me to let you go when you say things like that.”
I smile a little and gently scratch his scalp, testing the waters. If he’s got a headache, maybe it’ll help.
“Don’t ever stop,” he sighs.
“Understood,” I chuckle quietly. “I should let out Killer and Romeo soon.”
“I already did that,” he says then yawns again. “You didn’t come down this morning, so I figured I’d do it.”
“Thank you.” I kiss his chin. “I slept like a baby.”
He grunts. “Wish I could say the same. I didn’t fall asleep until after five.”
My forehead creases in concern. “Because of your argument with Trey?”
He doesn’t answer verbally, but he nods minutely.
I’m more determined than ever to help in any way I can, ’cause it’s painful to watch them fight and be all awkward around each other.
“It’ll work out,” I murmur.
His brow furrows slightly, but other than that, there’s no response. And I hate seeing him down because of this. Regardless of how little time has passed, I’ve grown so damn attached, and if something’s wrong, I want to fix it for them.
With that realization, I get that it’s already gone too far for me to be cautious. I can play it safe outwardly, though in my head I’m fucking gone.
I…I want him too much.
I still don’t know how everything’s gonna work, but that doesn’t stop me from leaning in and pressing my lips softly to his.
That sure makes his eyes flash open.
I close mine and smile, applying pressure to the kiss.
“Kiss me back, my bastard,” I whisper.
Edward releases a breath and relaxes completely, and I hadn’t even noticed he’d been tense. Returning the kiss with slow, sensual movements, he slides a hand up my back and doesn’t stop until he’s cupping the back of my neck.
I melt into him.
It doesn’t take long before I feel him hard against my hip, but he seems adamant about the pace. He kisses me deeply but slowly, almost lazily, and he makes no move to take it further.
I shiver as he teases my tongue with the tip of his. He tastes like coffee and sleep, and faintly of smoke and mint. He’s insanely addictive.
“God, Bella…” He swallows and dips down to kiss my neck. “So perfect.”
My breathing stutters as he drops a openmouthed kiss along my throat, and then he rolls us over so I’m on top of him. I giggle breathlessly and kiss his sexy grin.
He hums, settling his hands on my hips. “What’re you…” He pecks my lips once before peering down our sides. “Are you wearin’ boxers?” He raises a brow. “Yesterday you wore a fuckin’ men’s shirt. Do I have competition, baby?”
I chuckle and roll my eyes. “They were Peter’s.” And silly me for thinking that answer’s enough. Edward stiffens, and I smack a kiss to his mouth. “Rachel and Jasper’s dad? Rach and I borrow each other’s clothes all the time, and I found them in her closet at Mom’s. Chill.”
“Oh.” He relaxes and kisses me back deeply. “I’m looking forward to seeing you in my clothes instead.”
I grin salaciously and bite his bottom lip. “And what about shoes? Do you have plans for that, too?”
“Maybe—if you’ll let me.” He shudders and then groans when I accidently squirm and swivel my hips over his cock. The impact nearly makes me lose my breath. Fuck, he feels good against me. “Damn, just fantasizing about it…” He grips my hips tighter and thrusts into me, and I curse the clothes we’re wearing. “Would you let me, though? If I see anything I like, can I buy—”
“Edward.” I cut him off with a kiss, and I think there are angels singing. “I’m a six. Go nuts.”
“Jesus,” he breathes out. He cradles my face, his eyes wild with lust, and kisses me softly.
It’s amazing and all, but I kinda need to get laid now. “Not to be crass or anything, but are you gonna fuck me today or—”
“Sweet mother of relief.” He flips us over so fast I barely notice it until my back hits the couch and butterflies invade my stomach. “I didn’t wanna be presumptuous, and you said it was a lot to deal with. Is this really happening?”
I nod, giddy and kinda falling, falling, falling.
He pushes down his sweats and gives his cock a firm stroke, the head slipping through my arousal. Ungh. Mouthwatering.
“Do I need protection, darlin’?”
“I don’t know, do you?” I squirm out of my shorts and yank the top over my head. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”
His way of answering is to push his cock deep inside me. “Hhhhholy…”
I suck in a breath, my eyes closing as the pleasure of him stretching me washes over me. My skin prickles, my heart drums faster.
“I’d tell you,” he grunts, “just how clean I am, but I have a reputation to uphold.”
Now he wants to make jokes?
“Shut up,” I laugh breathlessly. “Or maybe I should gag you with my foot.”
I should’ve known better than to think that would be a threat.
“Promise?” He gives me a sinful smirk and kisses my nose. “Did’ju know you have the cutest fuckin’ nose?”
I grin and slide my hands up his muscular, tatted arms. “I can deal with a foot fetish, but leave my nose alone.”
He merely chuckles and withdraws his cock, only to push in again and set a delicious pace where he fucks me into the couch with long strokes. Combined with his rough hands and addictive mouth, he brings out my inner animal.
I meet his thrusts. I kiss and bite. I rake my fingernails down his chest, making him curse and moan. I clench down on him.
“Fuck,” he pants, hooking one of my legs under his arm. He drives in deep and grinds his pelvis against my clit. “Give me a taste. Use—use two f-fingers—ugh.” He spits out a curse, and I slip a hand between us to swirl two fingers around my clit. “It’s like I lose my ability to speak around you.”
Wanting to tease him, I brush my wet fingers across his bottom lip before I stick them into my own mouth.
His eyes darken, and he breathes through clenched teeth. “Don’t be mean.” He licks his bottom lip and closes his eyes, his cock causing wet sounds every time he pushes in. “Give me more.”
I grab his jaw, feeling possessive and in charge. I love it almost as much as I love how forceful he is with me. With a firm push, I make him sit back on his heels, his cock sliding out of me. But perhaps he sees the hunger in my eyes because he doesn’t utter a word of complaint.
“Jesus fuck,” he exhales. He shifts so he sits down in the middle of the couch, and he welcomes me onto his lap, moaning when I take him inside again.
“Ask nicely,” I say, rolling my hips to take him deeper. “In fact, beg me. If you wanna taste me, beg me.”
He curses and slides his hands up my front to push my breasts together. “All right…fuck. Please. Please give me a taste.”
I smile and bite my lip, feeling my skin flush.
“Call me a good boy and I’ll split you in half with my dick,” he warns.
“Excuse me?” I stop moving and try to catch my breath. I wanna see how far I can take this.
“What the fuck—don’t stop,” he groans. He’s a big guy, and he moves me easily on top of him, but that’s not enough. He wants me to be into it, too. “Please, darlin’. Okay? Fucking please. Fuck me.”
“You need to work on your manners, baby,” I taunt. I grab his jaw again and hold it in a firm grip, and the obvious desire and desperation in his eyes don’t go without my notice. “You’re not the only one who can be badass.”
“Oh, I already knew that,” he huffs, outta breath. “Why do you think I want you so much? Huh? Why do you think I want you to be all mine?”
I grin and lean in to bite his earlobe. “That makes you mine, too. This cock is mine now.” I bring him in deep and moan softly in his ear. “I can use you whenever I want, right?”
“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “Holy shit, you drive me crazy, little girl.”
“This little girl is now your boss,” I laugh.
“You have about two minutes before I’ll take back the control,” he says darkly, huskily, as he reaches down to circle my clit. “Hit me with your worst. Make me beg, turn me into your bitch—I don’t care. I’ll just give you the same treatment later.”
I shiver, his words making me wetter and wetter. God, I can’t get enough of him, and I never thought sex could be this fun and fulfilling.
“Hmmm, another time,” I decide, fucking him slowly. “I wanna plan something good. Something that’ll make you get on your knees for me and beg.”
Edward shudders, and the look he gives me tells me he’s definitely on board.
“Would you like that, baby?” I kiss his neck, tasting the salt of fresh perspiration mixed with the scent of his bodywash. “Maybe I’ll tie you to the bed. Maybe I’ll put on a pair of sexy heels and let you come on my feet—”
“That’s it,” he grunts, and then I’m airborne. He throws me down on the couch once more and shoves his cock so deep inside my pussy it hurts. “You do that, Bella, and you can expect a proposal.”
I whimper in pain, pleasure, amusement, need. And as heady and incredible as it was to own his ass for a beat, this is what I love the most. When he fucks me like he’ll die if he doesn’t. When he kisses me like I’m more important than air.
Our bodies slide together perfectly.
He hisses and fucks me harder when I scratch him deep enough to leave marks.
His eyes are hooded and crazed, never leaving mine.
“I never knew anyone like you existed.” He kisses me, then dips down to whisper in my ear. “Now…give me a fucking taste of that sweet pussy.”
I rub my clit and bring myself closer to orgasm before I obey him and give him two wet fingers.
He hums and sucks them into his mouth. In the meantime, I bring my free hand to my pussy, and I touch myself as fast as he takes me.
“That’s a good princess,” he rumbles. “Daddy should be proud.”
“Oh my God, you sick freak,” I moan, but maybe I’m just as sick. ‘Cause his words set me on fire, and I become his little whore while I chase my orgasm. “So close,” I whimper. “Please get me there, Edward.”
“For you? Anything.”
He sets us both off mere seconds later, and I come with a cry as Edward stiffens on top of me.
Best. Sex. Ever.