Outtake #10
EPOV
“Rose! Have you seen Gemma?” Bella yelled at me over the pounding drums and driving guitars.
I shook my head and mouthed, “no” to her. Holding a finger up to signal for her to wait a moment, I pulled my cell phone from my pocket.
“Fuck!” I yelled to no one. My battery was dead, and I didn’t have Gemma’s cell phone number memorized.
Gemma was another bartender I worked with who had begged me and Bella to come with her to see this band play tonight. She promised to be the designated driver and pay our cover charges if we came.
It turns out Gemma actually had plans to meet a guy here – a guy she had been talking to on Match(dot)com. She spilled that shortly after we arrived, and within minutes of meeting that guy, the two were making out on a barstool. That was the last time either of us had seen her…over an hour ago. Now Bella and I were drunk at a bar forty-five minutes from home with no way to contact Gemma – and no ride home. A taxi would cost a fortune.
To make matters worse, Felix, Jacob, and the rest of the guys were in Seattle for a guy’s weekend. One of their buddies just got out of the Army, and they were partying in the city before going to the Seahawks game on Sunday.
We were so screwed. Our only option left seemed to be calling our parents, and frankly, that was just embarrassing. I think I’d rather walk.
“Hand me your phone!” I yelled to Bella. I waved the blank screen of my cell at her and gave her a thumbs down. She pulled hers from her pocket and handed it to me.
I opened her contacts list and scrolled through, trying to brainstorm a good option for us to get home. I came to a name that had me scheming. If this worked, I could give Bella a great surprise and get us home safely.
“Go sit at the bar,” I instructed. “Don’t move! I’m going outside to make a couple calls, and I don’t want to lose you!”
She nodded, kissing me on the cheek and heading for the bar. I made my way outside, placed the call, and secured my plan. When I came back in, Bella was sitting in a stool talking to a couple who looked much too young to be in a bar.
“Rosie!” she yelled, wrapping her arms around my neck. I giggled at her excitement, carefully extricating her octopus arms from around me. “These are my new friends Embrey and Leah!” She waved a hand at the smiling youngsters. “They go to my old high school! Can you believe it? Small world!”
The guy, Embrey apparently, leaned over and jovially reminded her not to announce that they were there with fake IDs, while Leah leaned into me.
“Your friend is really drunk!” she laughed.
“That’s my girl,” I nodded. Bella interrupted before I could say anything else.
“Ooh, Rose! Leah gave us candy necklaces!” she announced, holding two of the colorful strings in front of us. She pushed one over her head, getting it caught in her hair in the process. Once she managed to right it, she reached over and pulled the other one over my head.
“Thanks,” I smiled at Leah. “I haven’t had one of these in years.” Leah grinned in response as Embrey attacked her neck to take a bite from the necklace she was wearing.
I continued to laugh at the entire silly situation. Bella was drunk and happy, and our new little friends weren’t so bad. With our ride on the way, maybe this night would end well after all.
EPOV
I was sitting in the den watching some boring drama film with Carissa when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.
Who is calling me at nearly eleven o’clock on a Friday?
I pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. “It’s Mike,” I lied. It came so naturally these days. “I’m going to take it in the other room.”
“Do you want me to pause the movie?” Carissa asked, not even looking at me.
“No,” I replied. “I’m not that into it anyway.”
Once out of my wife’s earshot, I answered the call. “Hey, what’s going on?” This was an unusual time to receive a call from Bella, all things considered.
“Edward?” the voice on the other line asked. Not Bella.
“Umm, yeah?”
“It’s Rosalie.”
“Oh hey,” I said, not repeating her name, just in case Carissa was listening.
“I’m really sorry to bother you, but Bella and I are kind of stranded. Is there any way you could help us out?” She went on to explain where they were and how they got themselves into their predicament.
There was no question what I would do. I was bored out of my mind on a Friday night, and I could easily come up with an excuse to get out of the house. I ended the call in agreement, and returned to the den.
“Hey Riss,” I called from the doorway.
She tilted her head toward me, but her eyes remained on the television screen. “Hmm?”
“That was Mike. He’s got a show tomorrow, and there’s an emergency with one of the trucks. Do you mind if I go over there to help him?” I only asked as a formality. Her response wouldn’t change my mind.
“No, go ahead,” she said nonchalantly. “Just don’t drink too much while you guys are working.”
She was much more accepting than she should be. I knew it was because she trusted me, but I couldn’t find much guilt in that anymore. “Are you sure? I can go early in the morning.” I didn’t mean that, but I added it for good measure.
“It’s fine. Go now. I want us to go to Home Depot in the morning to pick out new paint colors for the guest room.”
“Thanks, hun. Good night.” I quickly walked over to kiss the top of her head. I was off to see my girl.
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I paid the cover charge at the door, and proceeded inside to find Bella and Rosalie. The music was loud, and the bass drum was obviously over amplified, creating heavy reverberation on the floor. I looked around for a few minutes and finally spotted them near the bar. They were doing a bright blue shot with a girl who had short, dark hair. A young guy stood beside them with a bottle of water in his hand.
Rosalie saw me and waved, but I put a finger up in front of my mouth. She told me on the phone that Bella didn’t know she was calling me. If this was going to be a surprise, I wanted to make the most of it.
Bella’s hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, and she was wearing some strange looking chocker around her neck. As I got closer, I realized what it was.
Fuck me. She’s wearing a candy necklace.
Rosalie stepped aside as I came up behind Bella. She had a mischievous grin, and signaled their two other companions to keep quiet.
I bent down and attached my mouth to Bella’s neck over the necklace. She stiffened instantly and tried to move away, but I wrapped my arms around her to hold her down. A long sleeve shirt covered my arms, so she wouldn’t immediately know it was me by my tattoos. I carefully bit off a few pieces of candy, and then dragged my tongue up to her ear.
“What the fuck?” she yelled, still struggling against my firm grasp.
“You taste so much better than this candy, but I’ll gladly eat this whole thing off your neck if you let me,” I said, pushing my hot breath into her ear.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “Edward!”
I loosened my hold as she turned to face me. Her smile was exuberant, and I returned it with absolute sincerity.
“Bella, my dear, you are drunk.” I gave her what she calls my crooked grin just to see the effect it would have on her.
“What are you doing here? Oh my gosh! Kiss me!”
Before I could fulfill her request myself, her mouth was on mine, ravaging my lips. She tasted like vodka and sweet mixers, and it made me smile against her. This was Bella in her element – with her friends, having fun, completely free.
She pulled away abruptly and studied my face. I watched her blink a few times before she spoke. “Seriously, Edward. What are you doing here?”
“I heard Cinderella was stranded at the ball with no carriage to get home. I couldn’t allow that, could I?” I said playfully.
Her eyes darted between Rosalie and me several times before she grinned and pressed her lips to my ear. “Fuck me, Prince Charming.”
“Gladly,” I replied. “But are you sure you want to leave already? We can stay a little longer if you’d like.”
“Who said anything about leaving? I told you to fuck me. Now.”
Hot damn, drunk and horny. I’ve died and gone to Heaven.
“Where?” I asked.
“Follow me,” she grabbed my hand and turned to her friends. “Stay here. We’ll be back.”
She led me through the crowd until we came to a dark hallway. We passed two restroom doors, and proceeded to a door that said, “Employees and Bands Only.” With a quick peak around, she pushed through the swinging door, pulling me with her. At the end of the corridor, we could see the room where the bands and their crew were hanging out. Before we got that far, Bella stopped at a door with a keypad over the knob.
“What is this?” I whispered.
She gave me a huge grin and bit her lip. “I heard one of the bartenders telling the other one the code earlier.” She punched in a series of numbers and opened the door to reveal a large stock room full of kegs, cases of bottled beer, and liquor. Once inside, she slammed the door closed and pushed me against it.
“You are crazy…and amazing,” I said softly before my lips crashed down on hers.
She was animalistic, and as I instantly hardened, I realized that I really liked drunken Bella. She hastily had my pants and boxers down, and began stroking me hard. I felt her nimble fingers swipe over the tip and spread the moisture with each pump. Her wrist twisted back and forth as she moved along my length, causing me to groan at the sensation.
“Fuck baby, I need more than your hands wrapped around me.”
“Then fuck me, Prince Charming. I want you buried so deep in me you never want to come out,” she said in a determined, low voice. She removed her hands from me and unbuttoned her jeans. “I want you to make me scream your name so loud everyone out there hears me over the band.”
Oh sweet heavens, drunk Bella is a dirty talker.
“What are you doing to me, Bella? You keep talking like that and you won’t be able to walk right for days.” She had resumed stroking me and sucking on my neck while I tugged on her tiny excuse for a shirt.
The fingernails of her free hand scraped across my stomach, around my hips, and onto my ass, finally pulling me closer to her. I instinctually thrust into her hand. “Talk like what?” she said not so innocently. “Like telling you how fucking sexy you are? How I want to pull your pretty hair when I come all over you? How my panties were instantly wet when you surprised me earlier because my body knew it was you before my mind did? Do you like it when I tell you those things?”
“Aah…yes!” I screamed. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to have her. I shoved two fingers into her while my other hand pushed against her shoulder, backing her into a stack of boxes. I pulled out of her, lifting her by the ass onto the stack. She was at the perfect height, and I was going to take her right there. “I love that dirty mouth of yours.” I sheathed myself and plunged into her scorching hot core. My right hand fisted her ponytail, yanking her head back to grant me access to her neck.
“Yes!” she squealed. “You feel so good inside of me. Do you like how I feel?”
“God yes,” I groaned. “Now I’m going to bite every last candy off this necklace.”
I tilted my head down, placing my mouth over the round little candies and biting them off the string. I licked and sucked at her neck as I did so, pausing to crunch some of them between my teeth. I kissed her hard with mouthfuls of sugar, transferring pieces from my tongue to hers. We laughed and moaned interchangeably as I grasped the back of her thighs and pumped into her. Back and forth between her neck and mouth, much of the candy was spit on the floor around us. When it was all gone, I focused my attention on driving into her and making her scream.
I was rough and hard, fulfilling each request that fell from her naughty lips. Glass bottles rattled in cases beneath her ass, eliciting more laughter from both of us as we fucked.
“Let me up,” she said suddenly, trying to push me back.
I froze. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I asked in a panic.
“No, baby. I want you from behind. Let me turn around.”
“Nuh uh,” I shook my head as I resumed rocking my hips. “You feel too good like this.”
Her hand wrapped tightly around the base of my cock on an outward stroke, and I instantly froze again.
“You told me to talk dirty to you, so I’m telling you to bend me over these cases of beer and fuck me senseless while you grab my tits.” Her voice was forceful and stern. There was no question what I had to do.
I kissed her hard, bit her lip, and then I pulled her to her feet. She turned around and laid her hands flat against the stack of boxes. When I had repositioned myself in her, I growled at how tight she was at this angle. My hands moved to cup her breasts, eliciting a musical cry of pleasure as I squeezed them roughly.
“Just like that, Edward,” she said, but every preceding sound she made was a loud, high-pitched cry.
I kneaded her breasts hard, pinching her nipples and twisting her firm flesh in my hands. They were the perfect size for me to wrap my long, musician’s fingers around, and I knew she loved everything I was doing to her. When her moans became faster and breathier, I could tell I had her on the edge. I thrust hard and fast, and took both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
“Scream for me, Bella. I want to hear you above that music out there,” I demanded.
I pinched down harder, and her arms gave out. She was propped over the boxes on her elbows as I drove her into a body quaking orgasm.
“Oh god, Edward! Edward!”
Baby made good on her promise. Hearing my name come out of her mouth that way was enough to undo me.
“That’s right, Bella. Unhhhh….”
She completely collapsed onto the boxes, but I pulled her back up to me. I turned around to kiss her, and brought her down to the floor with me. I positioned my back against some other boxes and wrapped her up in my arms. She sat comfortably in my lap as we both panted and came down from our high.
“You…” she breathed.
“Yes, Cinderella?”
I felt her body tremble in my arms as giggles filled the air around us. She didn’t say anything at first, but she tipped her head up to kiss me sweetly.
“That was unbelievable,” she said, stroking my cheek. “All the while there are 200 people out there.”
I gave her a firm squeeze and sighed into her now-sloppy ponytail.
“Hey Edward?”
“Yeah?”
“What do you think that red light is?”
“Red light?” My head whipped in the direction she was looking. “Oh fuck. That’s a security camera!”
We both scrambled to our feet and found our discarded clothes. Bella was laughing hysterically and could barely pull her jeans back on without falling. Once we were fully dressed, I looked out into the corridor and determined that we were safe to leave. I grabbed her hand, and we ran down the hall until we were out near the restrooms. We each made a quick stop before we went back out to the bar.
Rosalie was still there with Leah and Embrey, and she gave us a knowing grin. I noticed her staring at Bella’s chest, so I looked, too. Easily visible in her low cut top were numerous red lines and scratches from my fingers. I wrapped Bella in a hug to cover her and whispered in her ear.
“Why don’t you put on my button up, baby?”
“Why?” she asked, oblivious to her best friend’s snickers.
“Look down,” I gestured with my chin. She did, and her face immediately flushed with color.
“Oh! Yes, your shirt would be good!”
After she was suitably covered, I remembered why we fled from the stock room.
“Umm, Bella, Rosalie, we should go.”
Rosalie looked between Bella and I, finally keeping her gaze planted on Bella and giving her a pointed stare. Bella got close to Rosalie’s ear, and when Rose covered her mouth with her hand, I knew Bella had told her about the camera.
“Yeah, let’s get you two porn stars out of here,” she smirked. “We’ll never come back to this bar!”
We all laughed, said goodbye to Embrey and Leah, and went out to my car. I was surprised when Rosalie asked for a recap…and Bella told her everything. I mean everything. I just kept shaking my head and tugging at my hair as I drove.
“Edward, you need to relax,” Rosalie told me. I could see her look of amusement in my rearview mirror.
“Riiiiiight,” I replied sarcastically.
“Oh come on,” she continued. “Bella would tell me all of this later, anyway. At least now you know she only says good things about you.”
I glanced at Bella, who just giggled and nodded her head.
“If it makes you feel any better I can talk about Felix and me,” Rosalie offered. “Oh, Bella! We got this new book of positions…”
I shook my head, turning the music up to drown out her voice. Bella reached over and placed her hand on my leg, softly stroking back and forth. I laid my hand over hers until we arrived at Rosalie’s house. The girls said their good nights, and I took Bella back to her apartment.
“Will you come in for a while?” she asked me. She wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively, which made me smile. Bella was an adorable drunk.
“Well, I am over at Mike’s house helping with emergency repairs on his truck. I think it will take me a little bit longer to fix the problem.”
“If you’re fixing things, I seem to have a problem under my hood. Why don’t you come check it out and see if you can remedy my problem?”
“Lead the way, Cinderella.”
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