A/N:

So I put this question out to you all a while ago… and overwhelmingly it was decided that I should continue. And so thanks to my amazing coworkers I have some excellent new ideas to spice the story up. One of my coworkers single handedly inspired this Mike Newton, so anytime there is a story with Mike and you think it's ridiculous…remember somewhere in NH there is a crazy lifeguard doing all these things. You gotta love him.

The song for this chapter is 'Mother, We Just Can't Get Enough' by New Radicals. An oldie but goodie. You'll see why soon enough. Remember this is an M rated fic. If you can't vote or are considered 'jail-bait' you shouldn't be reading this.

I still don't have a beta for this story so I apologize for errors…….If you want to fix them for me then just drop me a review.

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So without further ado I give you chapter 16. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the places. All I own is the story line and a cute lifeguard fanny pack ; ]

Chapter 16: Mother, We Just Can't Get Enough

BPOV

"You can do this," Edward said, rubbing my shoulders like I was preparing for the big game.

The reason?

Today, my luck had finally run out.

Yes, today was the day I had been dreading since my first day lifeguarding.

Today was the day I got stuck lifeguarding the entire day with Mike Newton.

Okay, so maybe he wasn't using his sexual pick-up lines on me anymore. Maybe he toned down the general sexual innuendo of his behavior. And maybe he even stopped hitting on me because of big brother Emmett (Emmett's words not mine).

But that really didn't change the fact that he was still Fucking Mike Newton.

If I thought begging and pleading would have gotten me out of it I would have tried. Unfortunately, it was just time. I don't know if Liz had delayed our working together for so long because she wanted me to get used to being here first, but now that I was fully initiated it was time to suck it up and work with him like a big girl. I could do this.

"You're right. It's no big deal. It's only a couple of hours, besides what's the worst that could happen…." I trailed off looking at Edward with hopeful eyes.

Yeah, way to fucking jinx yourself.

"BELLA!!!! BELLA QUICK GET OVER HERE! I SAVED YOU A SEAT!" Mike yelled from across the pool, flailing his arms in the air like I would really not be able to tell where the loud obnoxious voice was coming from.

"Ha-ha. Bella, I think he thinks you're an airplane," Edward said, turning around to wave at Mike like they were friends.

Poor Mike got this huge smile on his face and began beaconing me over with his hands. He may have just peed his pants.

"Don't encourage him, Edward!" I hissed, smacking him in the shoulder with all my might. "Ouch," I muttered, rubbing my hand and hoping he would have missed my pain. He's hard everywhere!

"Bella, stop hurting yourself," he teased before giving me a peck on the lips.

He pulled back to kiss my nose before aiming for my lips again. I shimmied out of his grip and retreated to within a safe distance, "Edward, stop dangling me in front of Mike."

"Ah, you ruin all my fun," he whined, giving me the Cullen pout.

"Too bad. That isn't going to work today because I have to work with that," I pointed to Mike, "all day and having him ask me awkward relationship questions is not how I want to spend it. But if you can behave like a good boy then I'll make it worth your while later," I purred, hoping to entice him to good behavior.

"Really?! Do I get to roll over too?!" he asked with fake enthusiasm.

"Edward, go drown yourself," I mumbled before heading off to my guard stand.

Before I made it two feet he had pulled me back into his arms and into a dip, his lips were gently coaxing all the anger from my body. My arms seemed to wrap around his neck of their own volition as my lips began responding without any conscious effort on my part either.

He sighed and pulled back, resting his forehead against mine while he caught his breath.

"Always so dramatic," I teased, pecking his nose.

"Well it worked didn't it?" he threw back, nodding his head towards Mike who was pouting at the two of us.

"You suck!" I feigned anger, trying to get out of his grasp. He just held me tighter.

"Stop," he commanded simply.

"I don't want to," I pouted giving in anyway.

"Listen. I have to watch him fawn over you all day. This is my way of reminding him you are mine. If you prefer I could just show him the little mark I made right there!" he exclaimed before poking me in the side.

"Okay, okay. Just don't go all caveman on me again," I warned giving him Eskimo kisses.

Right as I was going in for a final good bye kiss, I was stopped by some horrible off pitch singing.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

"Emmett….that may be the gayest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth," Edward chuckled, shaking his head at Emmett's impromptu serenade.

"That's not half as gay as what goes into it," I chimed in, chuckling at my own joke.

"The only thing that goes into my mouth is Rosalie's amazing," Emmett started before Liz walked into the lifeguarding shack.

"cookies. Yes, my girl makes the best cookies," Emmett squeaked out, just barely covering himself.

He knew his mom and our boss wouldn't be quite as amused as we were by sexual innuendos, no matter how true they may or may not be.

"Is that some new slang for pussy?" Liz asked offhandedly while grabbing the gloves off the top shelf.

There was a collective gasp and an incredibly awkward silence before Emmett burst out into laughter.

"What?" Liz asked, closing Edward's mouth that was still wide open in shock.

"You…ju…..you…" Emmett tried to get out in his hysterical laughing fit.

"Unless you got a new girlfriend, Emmett, I know you definitely aren't talking about cookies. I've had to suffer through that girl's attempt at cooking before and amazing is definitely not the word I would associate with it. She's a sweet girl, but she belongs in the car garage and not in the kitchen," Liz commented.

"Mom you're so embarrassing," Edward mumbled his face still about 20 shades of red from his mom's now infamous usage of the p-word.

"Psh, alright that's a nice blush you got going on Edward. How very Bella of you," Liz teased, winking at me to ensure I wasn't offended by her remark. "Besides, Emmett thinks I'm a cool mom, don't you babe?" Liz asked using her signature pouty face. This was the original version of the Alice pout. Like mother like daughter I guess.

"Yeah mom," Emmett chuckled, "You are definitely a cool mom. Edward's just embarrassed because the closest he's been to pussy was birth and his old high school health book," Emmett chuckled, typically using any chance he could to make fun of his brother.

Edward looked like he was about to correct Emmett's assertion so I cut in, "Whatever Emmett, at the least Edward didn't just perform a one person gayanade in the middle of the shack."

I was a little upset that this was the best that I could come up with at the moment, but it was better than having Edward talk about how close he'd recently been with my lady bits right in front of Liz. I don't know if my face would ever return to its normal shade if every time I saw her I knew that she knew what her son and I had been doing.

"Yeah well at least I don't have to spend the rest of the day with that" Emmett mentioned pointing to Mike Newton who of course chose that exact moment to start mining for gold up his nose. Nasty.

"Ugh don't remind me," I whined pathetically.

"Well on that happy note it's time to start children. Have fun with Mike, Bella dear. And look on the bright side," Liz said trying to keep a straight face. "Maybe those rain clouds will finally burst and we'll get a proper lightening storm for once."

"My luck isn't that good," I mumbled. "Hey Edward?" I started hopefully.

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"Damn you," I grumbled, grabbing my fanny pack and whistle before heading to my post.

"Bella?!" Edward called out behind me before I could get much further.

"Change your mind?" I asked hopefully, as I turned around a little too fast and stumbled briefly before righting myself.

"No. I just wanted to give you this," he said cryptically before launching whatever it was at me.

It bounced off my hand and I squeaked at it landed on my foot, "Are you insane?!" I asked, glaring at him instead of picking it up.

He scoffed, "A baseball, no problem. But I little bottle of germ-x….way too intense for Bella Swan."

"A bottle of Germ-X?" I asked dumbfounded.

He pointed toward the ground at the forgotten bottle and sure enough he was right.

"Why would I need a bottle of Germ-X?" I asked, picking it up.

"Just in case booger hands tries to get his nasty fingers on my girl."

"How thoughtful of you," I replied sarcastically, tucking the little bottle into my fanny pack anyway.

I turned around to take my station when Edward stopped me yet again. Little pain in the ass.

"Bella…" he whined.

"What?!" I hissed, turning back around to find him much closer than I thought he was causing me to stumbled yet again except this time into his arms.

"Steady there, killer. I just wanted a kiss goodbye," he teased, playfully puckering his lips.

"Alright close your eyes," I instructed him.

He complied like a good little puppy so I licked my index and middle finger and pressed them against his lips. I tried not to giggle as he got really into it. When he tried to tongue my fingers I couldn't hold it in any longer. I burst out in laughter and ducked out of his arms fast.

I was halfway to my stand before he even figured out I had duped him.

"You are in so much trouble, Miss Swan," he yelled from inside the shack.

"Love you too," I giggled, momentarily forgetting my predicament.

The second I turned back around to see my chair I was reminded of my misfortune and my smile dropped almost immediately. The nasty little thing was smiling so brightly he looked like a fucking crack baby.

"Hey Bella!" Mike shrilled, his voice much higher than your average frosted hair boy-band wannabe.

"Hey Mike," I replied half heartedly, moving my guard chair over a bit so the arm rests weren't touching. His face fell when he saw me doing so, and his little puppy dog pout took over. I was quite proud of myself when I merely got up into my chair and completely ignored his hurt face. Maybe I was starting to get a backbone after all. Of course I could still feel his damn puppy dog eyes boring holes into the side of my face and my resolve.

Liz, bless her heart, blew the whistle then which thankfully broke Mike's stare, and saved me from letting him and his hygiene problems get the best of my sense of self preservation.

I was just starting to get comfortable with in my chair and with the masses of naughty children when I heard the distinctive crinkle of aluminum foil. I turned a little confused to Mike only to find him hammering into half of a peanut butter and fluff sandwich.

When he caught my shocked expression he sheepishly finished his bite and lowered the sandwich. "Swowwy. My Bwood wosher gwet wreawwy low while I'm working," he attempt to say through a mouthful.

"I didn't know that Mike. That must be rough," I replied when all I really wanted to say was, 'Yeah well you're fucking gross.' For some reason I don't think that would have been appropriate. I'd save it for later like he was saving that chunk of fluff on the corner of his mouth.

"It's alright as long as I eat and don't let the sun get to me. I bet you know what I'm talking about right," he hinted toward my unnaturally pale skin.

Ouch, talk about hitting a sore spot. Just because I seemed to lack the ability to tan and only burned didn't put me on the same level as Mike Newton. The fact that he was implying we had something in common made me cringe. We weren't friends. And we certainly weren't going to trade sun sickness stories. Especially not while he still had that fucking fluff on his face.

"You, um, have some white stuff on your face," I told him, trying hard not to 'that's what he said' my own statement.

"Wanna get it off?" he asked suggestively.

I considered my two options at this point. Drop kick him off the lifeguard stand and into the pool….or pour the whole bottle of germ-x onto his face. It was painfully obvious that no matter how many times I told Mike Newton that I wasn't interested he was never going to get it. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

I glanced over to the lifeguard shack hoping to get some sound advice from Edward, only to see the usual crowd of obnoxious girls hitting on my Edward. He was staring off into space with his blank work expression -- The one he put on whenever he was tired of telling bitches to back the fuck off. Of course I gladly would have done that for him but I was stuck in my own personal hell with Mike Newton, who still had his mom cutting the crust off his sandwiches and was also a closet nose picker. Awesome.

What really irritated me was that he never told any of them off anymore. If any guy was within two feet of me I was expected to immediately tell them to fuck themselves or to kick them in the balls. Passive submission to flirt tactics would result in him putting Emmett on the case or coming over and pulling the possessive shit all on his own. Total hypocrite bullshit in my mind.

So if I couldn't go over there and tell them off, wouldn't it only be fair to get Edward to do away with them himself. I looked over at Alice for confirmation on whether or not this plan would work. Although the whole group generally never acknowledged Alice's gift unless she brought it up herself, it was common knowledge that the girl just knew shit.

When we linked eyes she suddenly got her usually far off look. Moments later her eyes refocused and an exuberant smile of approval brightened her face. She nodded vigorously before nudging Rose and letting her in on the dish. Rosalie chuckled and shot the thumbs up at me before wincing a little bit at the part that included using poor Mike.

I followed her line of sight and found he was still looking at me with those hopeful eyes. It took everything in me to summon the strength to go on especially when Emmett caught my eye from his walking post and pretended to pick his nose. I flipped him off before sucking it up and doing what a had to do.

"Sure Mike. I'd love to get that for you," I told him in a monotone voice before wiping the fluff off his face with an over exaggerated slowness. So technically it wasn't sexual or a come on at all, but to anyone else watching (Edward) it may look way more sexual then it was.

Of course knowing Mike he assumed this meant I wanted to jump his bones. I was pretty sure he may have jizzed his pants in the process, but I wasn't paying much attention to him. My eyes were locked with Edward's who looked so pissed off.

Good now tell the skanks off and be a good boy. You can go back to being mad at me later.

Unfortunately Edward is a shitty mind reader. Not only did he not tell the skanks off but he decided he was going to start flirting with them. Oh he was in so much trouble when the first break started. I glared in his direction and he glared right back. Asshole.

Mike was oblivious to the whole Edward situation and continued to stare at the side of my face and at my boobs longingly. "Hey Mike…" I trailed of seductively.

"Yes?" he squeaked before clearing his throat, "I mean yes?" he rephrased in his sad attempt at seduction. Fail.

"Keep your eyes on the pool," I huffed. Channeling all my energies into watching the pool and death glaring at Edward instead of fucking with Mike's head. There was only so much the poor boy could take. And I was starting to feel a bit guilty about screwing with his head already.

I felt horrible for the kids because for the next 20 minutes I was the bitch lifeguard. I made Rosalie look kind. The highlight would probably have been when I told the 16 year old criminal wannabe to quit being a disrespectful piece of shit and try using the recycling bin. I also might have said something like he might need that cardboard box in the future has a house.

Several of the patrons had therefore taken to calling me some lovely terms of endearment.

Case in point:

"Do you think I can do a flip off the diving board?" one of them had asked another.

"I don't know. Ask her," the other one advised him, pointing in my direction.

"You want me to ask the Nazi Lifeguard?" he asked incredulously. "I think I'll pass. Totally not worth it."

Yeah I was definitely feeling the love.

And on top of that the nasty thunderclouds had taken up residence over the pool, and the wind was relentlessly chilling us to the bone. But there wasn't one drop of rain. Would it kill mother nature to cut me some slack and give me a little bit of thunder?

I was spiraling into my own personal den of emo when I heard some slurping next to me. And lo and behold there was a Mike Newton chowing down on an 'Activia' Yogurt.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

"What?" he asked. "It keeps me regular."

I was about to ask him if he was talking about his time of the month when thankfully Liz blew the whistle to signal the end of the first shift from Hell.

I hopped off my lifeguard stand as fast as I could before storming over to Edward and his army of skanks. I barely kept my temper in check as when I reached him only to find him still he chuckling at whatever mindless comment one of his hoes had said.

Mine

"Hey Edward?" I ground out between clenched teeth.

"Oh hey Bella. Is it break time already? I was having so much fun I guess I didn't even realize," he told me, his eyes alight with mischief.

Oh. So. Fucking. Dead.

"Yeah, can I speak to you a second," I ground out clenching my hands tightly by my side to prevent sucker punching the asshole in the face.

"I'm all ears," he flippantly replied, leaning back in his seat and putting his hands behind his head. This exposed a bit of his perfect abs and accented his gorgeously ripped arm muscles. All the skanks collectively gasped and I wanted to rip their eyes out. That was my hot piece of man.

"Alone," I amended.

"Fine," he groaned before turning to the army of bitches, "It was a pleasure meeting you all."

They all fawned over him giggling and trying to get in their best last minute flirts. One even tried to slip him their number.

I don't fucking think so.

I yanked it out of her hand before he could even respond and ripped it into tiny pieces. I even considered spitting on before I deposited it in the trash but I figured that no matter how upset I was, spitting was still nasty.

"In your dreams," I settled for.

She looked like she was really going to test me, but Edward grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the storage closet before I could jump over the counter and put her in her place. I'm sure Emmett and Rosalie would have appreciated the chance to watch a bitch get beat down. Edward was just no fun.

He closed the door and turned on the side light before pushing me back into the door, "What's your problem?" he growled, pushing my hands above my head. I was effectively pinned against the door by his body. I was getting pretty turned on but I was still pissed as fuck.

"Excuse me?" I fumed not even believing what I was hearing. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"That's quite the mouth you have on you, Miss Swan. You kiss your mother with it?" he provoked. I knew he was just trying to get a rise out of me but I couldn't help but play into it.

I was so frustrated and pissed off at this point that I was powerless to reason. The blood was rushing under my skin so fast that I could feel my face heating up. The adrenaline was coursing through my veins given me the foolish illusion of power. I could also feel my panties dampen, but I'm sure it was just a response to the passionate exchange. It was certainly not because I was getting turned on by this. No that would be wrong. I was definitely not getting off on this.

"Well at least I'm not going to have mouth AIDS from slumming it with all those nasty hussies," I vented ripping my arms out of his death gripe and poking him in the chest with them.

"Well at least my hands weren't anywhere near that vile Mike Newton's mouth," he panted out in anger. As he did so the pressure of his entire body on me shifted causing me to hold in a moan of sheer pleasure at the feeling.

The adrenaline apparently gave me super strength because I was able to shove his massive body off me. It was harder to think when he was getting me even more hot and bothered with his body. My libido was the worst Benedict Arnold--- it was always on his side.

"You are such a fucking hypocrite you know that?"

"How so?" Edward asked, contemplating taking a step forward which I hindered with my hands outstretched in the universal stop sign. And I bet the death glare on my face probably helped a little too.

"If a guy even tries to be nice to me, you freaking the fuck out. Even when I'm clearly not interested or he clearly isn't trying anything. Yet you get to talk to whatever girls you want and if one is flirting with you it's totally okay." I fumed gravitating closer as my anger got a hold of me.

"It's not like I'm interested in any of those girls!" he threw back throwing his arms in the air in frustration.

"Yeah well you were doing an awfully good job at not being interested just now." The rational side of my brain was long gone at this point.

"I was obviously trying to make you upset because of the little stunt you were just pulling with fucking Mike Newton which I know you just did to piss me off because you know how much I hate that asshole."

"Well it fucking worked didn't it! And I only did that because as usual you were surrounded by a bunch of girls and there was nothing I could do about it cause I'm not allowed to sick your 'roid rage brother on girls like you have him do to guys," I accused, getting as close as I could to being in his face. We were almost touching and every part of my body was on fire with anger and excitement and pure desire.

"Oh get off it Isabella. You knew I was like that before we started dating. You know I'm a territorial prick and that I will never be able to share you. It's not my fault every asshole in America tries to get into your pants," he fumed, pacing as best as he could in the small enclosed space of the storage closet.

"Oh please," I blew off trying not to let on how hot it made me when he used my full name, "That doesn't mean I should have to tolerate every STD ridden girl in America trying to get into yours!"

"Well what do you want me to do about it? Disfigure my face? Wear a bag over it? All those girls are only superficial and fake. It's not like they are interested in anything else besides what I look like."

"Exactly so that's why you should tell them to back the fuck off!"

"Would that make you feel better?" he asked, his voice changing from a yelling tone to his deep rough hot sex voice. Fuck I was in so much trouble.

"That's a start…" I muttered. His quick change in temper gave my body no time to adjust. My body was still overheated and I had nowhere to shift all this excess of anger that had built up during our little spat.

Then a brilliant idea popped into my head, "Of course I can think of something else that would make me feel even better," I told him stepping closer and trailing my hand up his abs, circling his naval, finishing my path up his chest to rest on his cheek.

As soon as he caught the drift of my thoughts he roughly pulled me closer and backed me up hard into the door. It was starting to get fucking hot in here. Man Nelly knew what it was all about, I was definitely going to need to lose some layers if I was going to make it.

Edward attacked my lips almost on instinct. Not the gentle loving kisses or the pecks of hello and goodbye we had regularly incorporated into or daily routines. No, the was a hot as fuck, steam up the shower mirrors, make you gasp in desperation I'm going to fuck you hard type kiss. Not that I had ever had one of those before in my life…..but I imagine that this is what one must feel like.

There was so much anger and pain in the kiss. He was attacking my lips and I was fighting back just as hard if not harder. I moved my hands into his hair and began tugging roughly on the ends. I'd pull till he tilted his head back and then I would yank him down further so I had better angle to his lips.

He, sensing my need to be closer, pushed me roughly up the door so we were eye level and with one hand reached down to hook my leg over his waist. My other leg shortly followed and I groaned in approval at the feeling of him hard against me. His length was pushing directly against me while my weight was pushing me down onto him.

He broke our kiss and began to trail hot, open mouthed kisses down my throat. His breath was gusting across my collarbone as he moved causing Goosebumps to rise as my want increased. I needed him in me or I was going to spontaneously combust.

It's amazing how the need for one person can block out every other thought. It consumes every single sense of right and wrong, and numbs any other feeling besides this blinding need. My clit was all out throbbing in a panicked rhythm as it desperately urged me to seek friction from this infuriating yet perfect guy.

We began to pull at each other's clothing. There were no words exchanged just brief whimpers of pain or impatience as the clothes fell from our bodies. I had gotten him completely undressed in seconds, but was disheartened to find we still had one more obstacle in the way….my swim suit.

The only way to get a swim suit off all the way is to take it off the shoulders and pull it all the way down your body. All swimmers can attest to the horrors of trying to use the bathroom in your suit is wet from swimming. The damn thing is almost impossible to pull down and even a bigger nightmare to pull up.

My suit was drench with the sweat that had built up from our anger and from the intense heat that was building in the small confined space of the storage closet. It would have been a fucking nightmare to get the thing off.

Edward just didn't have the patience. After halfheartedly trying to mangle the shoulder strap over one of my arms, he huffed out in pure annoyance, "Why do you have to wear this fucking hideous one piece!"

I almost giggled at the annoyed yet confused look on his face as he attempt to work the 'fucking one-piece' off my body. And I would have too if it hadn't been for the fact that every time he tried to move me to get the suit over my arm his erection would rub brutally and fucking perfectly against my clit. Each time this happened we would both moan out in approval and he would double his efforts.

"If you don't like it, Edward, you can take it up with your mother," I chuckled thinking of how that conversation would go.

In retaliation to my teasing he pinched my nipples roughly through my suit causing a new wave of fluids to seep from my center and right onto his dick. His eyes darkened as he felt my juices dripping onto him and I knew my teasing was getting to him.

"A bra clasp. No problem. But throw a freaking swim suit at him and the man can't figure it out!" I huffed in annoyance as my needs still weren't being met.

I was turned on as fuck with a completely naked and gorgeous boyfriend willing and at the ready to take care of my problem and the only thing standing in my way was my uniform. Fuck this day. Fuck it to the deepest pits of Hell.

Edward was done with the attempts to right this swim suit so he did what any clever and horny boy would do; he simply pushed the crotch of my suit to the side and roughly pushed into me.

"Holy Fuck!" I gasped, in surprise at his sudden invasion.

God damn did it feel good. It had been only a week since we had last been together, but it had never been like this. He was pushing into me with such raw emotion and fervor that my back was sliding up and down the door with every thrust.

I completely forgot about the fact that we were in public as I let moans of approval fill the air. I vaguely heard the sound of a loud crash coming from somewhere and what sounded like beads falling continuously far off, but they were quickly pushed from my mind as another thrust from Edward caused my sight to dim around the edges.

He lifted my right leg up and put it over his shoulder while my left leg stayed in its place around his waist and----"OH MY GOD!" He hit every place inside me that had ever been left neglecting and longing. My leg stung a bit from the exaggerated stretch but it only fueled the pleasure that was rapidly coming to a head inside me.

He moved his forehead to rest against my sweaty shoulder and bit down lightly on my collarbone causing me to gasp out in pain. And as he did so he brought the hand that had been rest on the wall next to my face slowly down my body. At first he pulled my nipple roughly, enjoying my moan as I threw my head back and let him have free reign on the skin of my neck. Then he continued down to the area just below my belly button and right above my clit.

He ran his hand back in forth in this area causing a tingling sensation of anticipation to build. He was teasing me. I took one of my hands from its place locked in his hair and pulled his face up to mine. His pupils were dilated in intoxication and his face was strained with the tension of holding off his release.

I pulled his face close to mine and bit his lip roughly causing him to growl. A growl that vibrated straight to my core, making me sweep even more lubrication onto his hard erection that was currently balls deep in me. I pulled his bottom lip back while it was still in my teeth and let it snap back into place letting him see the challenge in my eyes.

He kept up our eye connection as his hand, that had been continuously teasing the sensitive area, slip lower and lower. I gasped in need, panting with encouragement for him to continue. It was all I needed. I just needed to feel him there and I would be gone. I was so close.

He held back a little above and I surprised myself when I actually growled back at him.

"Beg," he challenged keeping his hands just out of reach.

I contemplated calling his bluff and not giving him the satisfaction of my words, but I was. Just. So. Close. Even the notion of him having the willpower to pull away if I didn't comply was enough to make the words come spilling out of me, "Please, please, please, Oh God, please."

"Much better," he conceded, finally letting me have my release.

Almost as soon as he began to pull, pinch, and circle my sweet spot I came undone. It was the most intense it had ever been for me. Being with Edward every time was always a new experience but this took the cake. Everything in my spectrum of comprehendible thought was Edward. God I loved this man so much.

I was beginning to come down when I felt him still pumping into me. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

"Do you always have to win?" I mumbled, still trying to gather the strength to think let alone talk.

"No," he growled.

How very convincing of him.

"Let go, baby," I whispered in his ear.

I opened up my heavy eyes to see his look of pure concentration as he continued to pound into me. The prick was going to hurt himself and his man parts is he kept holding off like this. He just wanted to prove that he could last longer.

When he didn't respond and my second orgasm started to build I knew it was time to cheat a little. I urged his hand back down to my clit where it had been before and started to clench was walls around him on purpose.

He looked up at me in shock because he thought I was going again so soon which soon turned into a glare of disdain when he realized what I was doing. He continued to pound into me and I continued to clench around him tightly neither one of us willing to give up and just let go.

So I decided it was time to step it up a notch. I took my hand down between our bodies to our connection and wrapped my index finger and thumb as far around him as I could and began to squeeze alternating. When he thrust into me my fingers would smack against my own body and I would tighten my fingers. As he pulled out I would loosen them and return the pressure as he went back in all the while still clenching my walls.

Five more strokes was all it took for me to go once more and he followed shortly after. Somewhere in the misty haze of post-coital bliss I felt myself sinking.

Our breathing were the only two sounds I noticed at first and as my sense slowly came back into place I noticed other sounds too. There was the distinctive sound of rain on the roof and thunder which was alarming and gratifying all at the same time. How long had we been at it for.

I opened my eyes up to see darkness. At first I thought maybe I had been blinded, but was comforted when a flash of lightening came through the cracks in the door and illuminated the room. Edward's face was resting on my stomach. His eyes were closed and he looked the picture of restful sleep. He was beautiful.

I lightly ran my fingers through his hair and smiled as I felt his head start to slowly life off my belly.

"What happened to the lights?" he questioned drowsily.

"I think the storm took them out," I informed him in a light voice. It seemed like if I spoke above a certain volume it would ruin the perfection of this moment.

"What storm?" he asked.

I couldn't help but let my laughter escape vibrantly through my lips as I realized he had been just absorbed in me as I had been in him. It made those cheesy tingles fill my stomach as it settled on me that he was just as attached as I was.

We could tell each other a million times what we were feeling, but there were rare moments in time, such as now, when a circumstance or an event would display so perfectly those words that are too often spoken so that their meaning becomes ambiguously muddled into a profound mess likening their strength to that of an everyday greeting such as 'hello'.

"What's so funny?" he asked, sitting up so he could draw me against him back.

"I was just thinking about how ridiculous this all is. And how much you mean to me," I admitted lightly.

"How much do I mean to you?" he asked, curiously.

"I'll tell you later," I said with a seriousness that I hoped he would recognize as not mere teasing.

"Fair enough," he sighed resting his sweaty forehead against the back of my shoulder.

"I think we should get going," I said, trying my best not to relax into the soothing heat of his back.

"No…." he whined, pulling me closer into his chest.

"Yes."

"Do we have to?" he pleaded, tightening his grip around my midsection.

"I think we must. We should probably figure out what we've missed during our little extended break," I teased, leaning my head back onto his shoulder and tilting my head back.

He puffed out a breath in annoyance, but when the next glimpse of lightening shined on his face, I saw it soften in agreement. He gently lowered his head, as my arms reached up and around his head. We met in the middle, our lips barely ghosting over one another's.

We each took that moment to cement this into our memories. While it may have been our first real big argument, a milestone in any relationship, it was the intimacy that came as a result of it (and not just the physical definition of that word) that made it so important to hold.

We got up slowly and dressed in silence, often meeting in the middle as we continued to throw on articles of clothes. My swim suit was still wet, so I opted to just take it off and go commando. Edward was a huge fan of this choice.

And we braced ourselves for the worst as we threw open the door, letting the elements assault us on our brisk jog to safety.

Holy. That was the longest chapter ever. Okay so maybe that's an exaggeration but you guys know me. I don't write chapters this long on a regular basis.

This beast took on a life of its own. It convinced me that this story had a little more telling to do and I hope you guys are going to be willing to stay with me as I ride it out to the end.

I'm going to be updating my other stories shortly as well so please don't fret if it takes me another week to update. Real life is settling down and I'm back into writing mode. You can hold me to that.

But you know how to really get me writing faster?

Review! It always works. I'm a shameless hussy that sells herself for reviews. It's sad I know.

So just do it. Pretty please with Edward on top?

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