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Strangers in the Night, CH 2

A follow-up to my last Modern!AU. It's my first nsfw for a self-ship so. ;u; Kinda embarrassing but you know. I feel like the sex isn't long enough considering how long this is but I got carried away with little discussions/moments, ahhhh.

Whitebeard x F!S/I / NSFW / 10.8k

Summary: After a New Years' party, Edward and Bee go to his place for some fun. Warnings: Modern!AU, some cussing, blow-job, size difference, cums inside (no breeding kink, discussion of birth control beforehand).

It took longer than Edward would have liked to leave but it was still shorter than his usual exits. Normally he took his time, let his sons get out all their goodbyes and well wishes before leaving. Tonight, however, he was anxious and kept cutting the routine short, making sure to keep his eye on his little Bee.

Although so confident when she had first approached, it seemed her courage waned slightly after spending some time with him and confronting his own interest towards her.

No matter, as long as she was interested, he’d keep it up. If Bee wanted to go back on her word, that was fine, but she had to say it to his face, so Edward knew she meant it. Thus, he kept an eye out so she wouldn’t try to slip away as she grabbed her jacket and purse then lingered near the edges of the party.

Finally extracting himself, Edward met her with a wide smile at the exit. “Ready to go, dear?” She clutched at the strap of her purse tightly but nodded, biting down on her bottom lip.

Edward had to resist the urge to growl, press her against the nearest wall and replace her teeth with his own.

Later, he promised himself.

He lasted till the parking lot.

Who knows how it started, Bee had grabbed onto his arm as they descended the concrete steps, and between one breath and the next he had her against the wall, kissing her deeply, her hands buried into his hair.

The taste of her filled his mouth as he breathed in the sweet smell of her perfume, and his hands clutched at her small body. He could almost fit his hands around her waist and didn’t that send a thrill through him? She whimpered into his mouth as one of his hands trailed beneath a thigh and he growled back, finally biting into her lip like he wanted to, and she gasped so sweetly her legs clenching around his body.

He couldn’t resist—he really should have known better— but he couldn’t stop himself from working a hand under her dress and pressing a curious thumb against her slit. His blood boiled when Edward realized how damp she was already, causing a bit of moisture to rub against his thumb as she broke away from his kiss with a broken moan, echoing around the enclosed parking lot. Her nails dug into his shoulders, but he hardly felt it, past the buzzing in his ears as he contemplated how best to situate her where he could ground his growing bulge against her core and also kiss her when a loud whistle along with some cheering broke him from his thoughts.

Bee ducked her head under his chin, obviously embarrassed as he shot a fierce glare over his shoulder and his cheering sons skittered away, giggling to themselves. Still, it wasn’t a bad reminder of where he was, and he slowly brought her back to her feet. Gods, but he felt like a teen again, necking in the backseat of his father’s truck in some abandoned parking lot.

She grabbed at his forearm as if to steady herself once he let go completely and he held still before she straightened. “Alright?”

“Fine,” Bee answered, voice already raspy and strained, the sound of it made his cock twitch in his slacks. Later, he reminded, as he cleared his throat.

“This way,” he said, laying a hand on the small of her back and directing her forward.

They came up to the familiar dented and nicked blue exterior of the Moby Dick, his old-fashioned van serving him for many many years. It might groan and croak like she was dying, but she had always treated him well.

That was, until a haggard sigh came behind them and he turned to see Haruta standing there with his hands on his hips. He remembered at the last second but before he could defend himself, Haruta was already talking.

“Pops! Why do you always do this?! I can just give her back if you keep forgetting you gave her to me! Just trade me with your current car.”

Edward sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Now son, that’s no way to speak to your father…” He could feel Bee’s curious stare as she looked between the two of them.

Haruta let out a short laugh. “More like you can’t trade me or else Marco would kill you, just admit it old man. We can just trade for the night and swap in the morning?” he wiggled the keys with a wide smile.

For a moment he was tempted, Moby Dick’s familiar drive calling to him before Bee tugged at his jacket. Edward glanced down at her.

“What’s your current car?” she asked politely. He sighed before pointing across from where they were standing. She glanced over and her eyebrows rose.

“Is that a corvette?”

“The newest model,” Haurta crooned, and Edward winced. He hated the display of wealth, but Marco had gotten it as a Christmas present, a gift from a large swarth of his sons. They’d all come together to get it for him, and you wouldn’t want to disappoint them, yoi Marco had commented, a meaningful glint in his eye.

Privately, he hated the thing but what could he do?

“Ooh, I’ve never been in one, can we take that Edward?”

Haruta let out a cry of outrage, but Edward was already nodding and pulling her forward, happy that the stupid car could come in handy for this one thing.

“Not fair Pops! I know you hate that thing!” Haruta whined. He rolled his eyes before he clicked the keys and the doors unlocked, popping open Bee’s side for her and she ducked inside.

Getting into the driver’s seat was always a hassle, the car way too low for his bulk. Once he got settled, seatbelt fashioned, all the lights of the dash jabbed at him like a headache, and he had to clench his teeth as he started the engine.

Bee looked around as she buckled up. “Why do you hate it?”

He shrugged. “Not really my style. My sons picked it for me.” She hummed.

“It does seem a little small for you.”

Edward snorted. It was an understatement.

“Why don’t you get something else?” she asked.

“Gift from my sons, be a bit rude, wouldn’t it?”

“But if you hate it, shouldn’t they want you to get something you liked?” Edward had a flash of yearning for the Moby.

“Perhaps but I had been driving the van for years. Before some of them were even born; they were all worried it would crap out on me. I kept insisting it was fine, but they collectively put their foot down. Said if I’ve got money, I should at least show it some of the time.” Belatedly he wondered if he shouldn’t be mentioning his money. Was that a good or bad thing on a first date? Was that what they were doing, or just a one-night stand? Shit, it’d been too long since he’d done something like this. Edward had been so distracted with his sons and his company that everything else had fallen by the wayside, dating (and fucking) included.

Bee hummed before digging into her purse and pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, Edward turned up the radio wondering if she would become absorbed in the thing, as many of his sons did.

Immediately she turned the volume down. “What about this one?” she asked when he stopped at a red light, holding out her phone. He glanced over and was surprised at a photo of a nice older vehicle. It was still low to the ground, a two-seater but was a convertible, the design was good. Nice, rounded edges with large headlights. The kind of look that was timeless.

“Not sure if my sons would approve of another old car—” he began before she shook her head.

“This is a Morgan Plus 8, they were originally built in the 60s but were remade a few times. Some of these were released in 2019, there’s the newest model that came out in 2021. You could get a newer one, the design hasn’t changed that much.”

He thought it over in silence. “Pull up a picture of the dash, would you?”

At the next red light, she showed him, and he winced at the small screen he could see behind the wheel. “Wish all these new cars didn’t have screens,” he muttered with annoyance. There was an attempt to be true to the original, he could see in the design of the speed dials and such but still.

Taking the phone back she tapped a few times before holding it back out, another dash looked back at him, no screens in sight.

“This is the 2019 model, it’s very classic.”

Edward chuckled under his breath. “Is that what I am, classic?” he wondered. Bee grinned back.

“Everyone has their own style.”

“What do you drive?” he wondered aloud.

“2009 Volkswagen.”

Edward roared out a short laugh. “A bug!”

“What’s so funny?!” she demanded, and he shook his head.

“Just suits you.”

She laughed under her breath making him smile. They drove in silence once more before he had a realization.

“Going to my place was okay with you, right?”

Bee shoved her phone into her purse before glancing up at him. “You’re asking me this now? Kind of late don’t you think?”

He shrugged with one shoulder. “Better late than never, eh? I can always drop you off at home if you’d prefer.”

“I want to come over,” Bee said firmly before she picked at the hem of her dress. “As long as you still wanted—” Edward reached over and grabbed one of her hands, entwining their fingers.

Chuckling, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “Excuse me, it’s been too long since I’ve done this. I want to.”

Her hand squeezed his. “No worries.”

A buzz in his pocket broke the quiet moment. Followed by several more. He frowned, determined to ignore it. Then more and more answering vibrations went off, and he growled before dropping her hand and digging into his pocket.

“Turn that off, would you?” Edward asked, handing her his phone. She opened it curiously.

Immediately she giggled and he peered over at her as she clicked down through the conversation. “What are they saying?” he asked, knowing full well it was his sons' group conversation.

She began to read aloud.

Haruta — 12:34AM

oi everyone dont go over to pops tonight hes got a girllllll

Izou — 12:34AM

A girl!? What girl, what was her name??

Marco — 12:34AM

since when did anyone see them at the party

Vista — 12:35AM

I’m assuming it’s the girl he was dancing with, in the green dress?

Izou — 12:35AM

That’ll be Bee then, she said she wanted to try to sleep with pops

Marco — 12:35AM

???

Izou — 12:36AM

Shit not my phone, this is thatch

Haruta — 12:37AM

CONGRATS THATCH ARE YOU GUYS GONNA FUCKKKKKK

Edward cut her off before she could read more. “That’s fine, just let them know that Haruta is right and that if they need to crash somewhere, to do it at one of their brothers.”

A part of him felt a little guilty, his home was the usual spot for them to come to whenever they needed it, New Years' was a big one for crashing at after they had stopped drinking. But he had a feeling Bee wouldn’t be comfortable hearing the door bang open at all hours of the night.

She took a moment to type on his flip-phone, the light of the dash shining on the tip of her tongue as she stuck it out, concentrating. It was endearing and he felt his heart squeeze at the gesture.

Pops — 12:39AM

Edward said that if you need to crash somewhere, do it at your brothers! Also Thatch, I hope you guys fuck!

-Bee

“Okay, I finished,” Bee said as she snapped the phone shut.

“Great you can just turn it off—” Immediately the phone started ringing. Her brows furrowed.

“It’s Marco?” she offered.

He cursed under his breath. “Go ahead and answer it, he’ll just show up at my door if I don’t, the brat.”

Bee opened the phone again. There was a brief pause, as Edward turned down the radio even more straining to hear. He couldn’t make out much but if he had to bet, Marco had immediately launched into a rant.

“Um, hello?” Bee finally interrupted a bit awkwardly. “Yes, this is Bee. No, he’s driving.” There was a hum. “Okay, I’ll tell him. Mmhm, bye.”

“What did he say?” Edward asked as waited for the gate to open.

“He said to call him—is this your house?!” she asked, voice awed as the gate opened and Edward started to pull up the long driveway.

“Ah, yes. You can’t see it right now in the dark, but we have a lot of planter boxes, I garden with a few of my sons here and there.”

“That’s so cute!” she gushed as he pulled into the garage. Instantly she got out and looked around. It was filled with numerous outdoor equipment. “You have a lot of stuff.”

Gingerly, Edward got out of the car. “Mostly my sons, so we can do whatever activity they’re into at the moment.”

“You really care for them,” Bee commented, and he smiled fondly.

“Sure do. They’re my life.”

“I’m surprised you don’t have more cars,” she said, stepping around the corvette and up to his side.

“Gotta keep it clear in here, else my sons will fill the entire driveway and they’ll all start bitching about who has to leave and how. Not worth the headache.”

Edward gave into temptation and ran a thumb over Bee’s jawline and down over her velvet-covered neck. The shiver he got in return was worth it, sending his blood simmering.

“Marco wanted you to call,” Bee reminded gently holding out his phone and he sighed. Taking it from her, he flipped it open while leading the way into the house.

Dialing his number, he listened to it ring a few times before Marco answered, sounding disgruntled. “Pops?”

“Yes, it’s me son,” Edward answered. “What did you need?”

“Who did you leave with, yoi?” Marco asked, petulantly. Edward turned on the kitchen light as he passed before gesturing to the nearby living room for Bee. After she awkwardly trailed inside, he went further into the hallway.

“Bee, Thatch’s friend. Don’t think I need the check-in, son,” he replied, voice a little hard. This was one of the reasons he didn’t date much. Although busy with his work and being there for his sons (plus the fact that most partners didn’t understand the sheer amount of time Edward had to carve out for them all), his first son always acted like this whenever he did manage to bring someone around. Pouty and upset, like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away.

Not that Edward would ever make the comparison to Marco himself, but it fit. Luckily Marco was nothing but loving towards his brothers, but towards anyone Edward himself might see as a partner? For some reason, he felt like they might be competing. For what, he had no idea. His time? Marco’s status as the right-hand man in their family? Who knew.

“I’m just worried, Pops! You’re bringin’ in someone who you don’t even know.”

Sensing a rant incoming, he tried to head it off. “Now son, Thatch likes her just fine. I’d like to have just one night without all this concern. It’s not like she’s going to slit my throat in my sleep, right?”

The deadly silence that met that remark had a bead of sweat drip down Edward’s back. “Son—”

“See but that’s the thing, you don’t know anything her, yoi. She could totally do that and try to rob you and—” There was a scuffle as someone called out an annoyed ‘Marco!’

Edward held the phone away from his ear with a wince as the sounds of a fight broke out. Finally, someone came back on the line.

“Hello?” It was the mellow voice of Namur.

“Hello son,” Edward greeted with a tired chuckle.

“Sorry about Marco, Jozu’s got him restrained.”

Edward rubbed his forehead. “It’s fine, see if you can convince him I’ll be alright?”

“We’ll try. At the very least we’ll make sure he doesn’t show up at your door tonight,” Namur replied mildly. A loud wordless shout in the background and he coughed. “Can’t promise about tomorrow morning though.”

He sighed. “Whatever you can manage I’d appreciate it. I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. Turn off your phone for now, Pops. Ignore him, he’s just being a spoiled brat.”

“All of you are spoiled brats,” Edward answered with a large grin, making his way back to the living room. Bee perched at the edge of the couch cushion awkwardly, a book opened in her lap, having already shed her jacket.

Namur laughed lowly. “Suppose so. Makes you quite the father huh? Love ya, Pops. If Marco heads your way tomorrow a lot of us will probably pile in, so might want to get your lady friend out of there pretty early if you want to miss the herd.”

“Thank you son, be safe out there. Love you.”

“Bye, Pops,” Namur answered before hanging up. Edward collapsed onto the couch next to her with an exhausted sigh. Quickly he remembered to turn the blasted phone off before he threw it on the coffee table.

“Sorry about that,” he managed to apologize, looking over at her.

Bee shrugged. “It’s fine, everything okay?”

“One of my sons, my eldest,” he rubbed at his temple, closing his eyes. “Always gets so worried when I bring anyone around, he’s being a mother hen at the moment.”

“Which one? The blonde with the weird hair?” she asked, and he felt her body shift. Cracking open one eye Edward peered over at her to see Bee holding out a photo album.

Both eyes opened with interest as he straightened and leaned closer. He smiled. “Yeah, that’s Marco. Is this the one with the baby photos? Even though he isn’t my oldest son in age, I adopted him first and he was the youngest I ever had, so he’s technically been with me the longest.”

Silently she handed it over and he flipped through the pages quickly. “Ah, there’s the little devil!” he crooned with a laugh, pointing.

Bee leaned against his side to look. A tiny boy stood holding his hands out towards the camera, in a yellow raincoat with a matching yellow hat, and a duck face on it. “He’s adorable.”

Edward smiled before Bee let out a loud yawn and her body pressed in harder against his side. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, practically in his lap. “Tired, little one?”

“Mm,” she muttered in agreement. “Don’t normally stay up this late.” Snapping the book shut he leaned forward to place it on the coffee table, easily taking Bee with him before he settled back, positioning her on his chest and she nuzzled into him with a tired purr.

With one hand he pulled down his necktie and struggled to take it off. Placing it on the couch cushion, he made a mental note to remember to pick it up later before it became lost forever.

Small hands distracted him as they started undoing his shirt buttons, and he lifted his neck as Bee undid about half of them before slipping a hand inside.

“You’re not wearing an undershirt?” she asked. He sighed at the feeling of her soft fingertips trailing so gently over his skin.

“Obviously not,” he replied. Edward grinned at a joke before he added, “Wanna check what else I’m not wearing?”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively down at her and she laughed before sitting up and bracketing his hips with her legs. Automatically his hands slide to her waist, loving the feeling of her soft dress beneath his palms.

“Oh, you should know I do hate liars,” Bee said with a wicked smile. “So, am I really about to get a surprise or no?” She tugged at his tucked-in shirt meaningfully and he chuckled.

“Alright, maybe not that much of a surprise,” he conceded, trailing a hand up her back and tangling into her hair. Her brown eyes closed as she pushed back into his hand, lifting her neck. For a moment, Edward was disappointed that the high collar covered so much, he would have liked to see the curve of her throat. He licked his lips, thinking about biting down on it. Later.

With effort, he didn’t push, just left his hand tangled without trying to direct. Wanted to see what she’d do next. After a few seconds her eyes fluttered open, before she yawned again, showing off straight teeth.

Eyes half-lidded she returned to trying to tug free his shirt. When she finally managed it, she unbuttoned the rest before pulling back with surprise. She stared silently.

“Something the matter?” Edward finally asked after the silence had stretched, slightly worried.

“Do you…do you seriously have a six-pack?” Bee asked, awe coloring her voice as she ran a reverent hand down his stomach, her fingers dipping into the panes of his muscles. He shivered.

“Work out with my sons,” he explained.

Bee blinked a few times before looking up at him. “Do you do anything alone?”

The question made him chuckle. “Not really, no.” There was a brief pause. “Problem?”

She seemed to come back into herself as she shook her head. “No, sorry was just trying to compute this. Aren’t you in your fifties?”

“Yeah,” he grinned at her gobsmacked face. “Not bad, eh?”

“That’s an understatement,” Bee muttered under her breath. “You know what,” she said louder. “It’s late maybe I should get going—”

He caught her as she tried to slip off his lap, standing quickly, holding her in a bridal carry. “Now, where do you think you’re going, hm?”

Bee squirmed in his grasp. “Oh, not sure if”—she gestured at herself with a hand— “I’m going to compete with all that.”

Edward chuckled darkly as he made his way through the house. “It’s not a competition dear, you’re beautiful.”

“Haven’t seen me naked,” Bee denied.

“I’d like to,” he growled lowly, and she looked away.

Coming into his bedroom, he plopped her onto the mattress before moving to turn on the bedside lamp—the light was less harsh than the overhead light—and clicked it on when she rose to her elbows.

“Are you leaving on the lights?”

“The lights?” he repeated.

There was a slight pout on her face as she looked out the open doorway. “In the kitchen and living room.” He stood there, feeling slightly off-kilter. Was she seriously telling him to turn off the lights? In his own house?

“Would you like me to…turn them off?” Edward offered at last. She nodded and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Anything else, while I’m up?” he tacked on, just the slightest bit annoyed.

“Water, if you have any,” Bee answered without hesitation. He walked away muttering under his breath. It was almost in him to be upset about the request but at the same time, she had been drinking. Water was probably a good idea. But still, all the stalling was getting to him. Riling him up and then leaving him hanging.

Not that she was teasing, not really, he reflected, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. At least not on purpose. He wondered what she’d be like if she was more comfortable. Probably a little demanding, he thought with a chuckle, as he turned off the kitchen, then the living room light. He followed the hall back to his room, a faraway yellow light his only beacon. Edward wondered if he’d like it, her self-assuredness, telling him exactly what she wanted, not quite so quick to back off. He’d seen it in little moments here and there. He burned at the thought. Little Bee, so confident, so commanding. He’d probably love it, come to think about it.

Coming in, he took a moment to admire her, laying there on his bed, her hair a mess against his pillow, the light of the lamp bathing her in a warm glow. She had kicked off her shoes and her hair clip was already on his bedside table. Bee smiled sleepily at him before holding her hand out. He handed her the water bottle before sitting on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes. He felt her body crawl behind him.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing.

“It’s my sock suspender,” Edward answered, feeling a well of dread in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she didn’t react the way his sons did when they saw it…

The loud burst of laughter dashed that hope quickly. “Why do you,” she struggled to breathe through her laughter. “Why are you wearing garter belts for your socks?! Ahaha!” Bee fell back on the bed, giggling at the ceiling. Edward slipped off the socks and stuffed them into his shoes.

He frowned as he turned before grabbing the still open water bottle from her fist. “Careful, don’t spill it,” he scolded before finding the cap and closing it. Placing it on the table, he bent once more to pick up his shoes and walked over to a nearby chair. Slipping out of his suit jacket and shirt quickly, he laid it over the back before placing the shoes on the cushion. He’d deal with it all later.

Edward returned to the bed, seeing Bee look so small in the middle, a hand tangled in her hair as she still let out a giggle here and there. Crawling up, he came to a stop above her, arms caging her in.

Bee opened her eyes, mirth shining in the dark orbs before her hands came up to wrap around his neck.

“Hey stranger,” she said with a knowing smirk.

“You’ve kept me waiting,” Edward grumbled, and she laughed again, like a bell ringing out.

Her hands trailed down his shoulders before letting her nails rack against his skin and he tremored at the feel of it. “Have I? Thought it was your sons that were distracting you.”

“You were the one with the bloody lights—” Bee pouted.

“It’s only polite to get a guest water, Eddie.”

He quirked a brow. “Eddie?”

“Ah, do you not like it?” she looked uneasy. “Nevermind, sorry—”

The thread of his patience finally unraveled, and he leaned down to capture her lips in his. It was like a dam that had broken, as their touches instantly turned needy and desperate, wanting to get as close as possible. Her legs wrapped around him, as she opened her mouth with a gasp. Edward delved inside, hungry for her, while one hand grabbed at her ass, kneading one cheek while the other trailed up her back.

Breaking the kiss, he panted into her mouth, “How do I get the dress off—”

Her keen wasn’t an answer, but he groaned at the sound all the time. Leaving her lips behind, he trailed kisses over her throat—still covered, damnit—before ending at her bare shoulder. He bit slightly, more of a suggestion of teeth than an actual bite and she arched her back with a loud moan, digging into his shoulders, pressing herself further into his mouth.

Edward growled around her skin and bit harder. “Eddie,” Bee whimpered. “Please, please, I—”

“Fuck!” he cursed as he withdrew. “The dress, Bee,” he hissed, firm in the command. She likes biting, he filed the information away for later.

Small hands pushed at his chest and he reluctantly relented, giving her enough space to sit up. Her hands started fumbling with the back of the neck. “Can I help?” he asked.

“It’s small buttons,” she explained, panting. “Unless you think you can get it?” Bee shot a look at his hands, and he grinned.

“Nah, best not.”

Finally, the collar came off and she held her hands against her chest awkwardly to keep it from falling. He pulled her close between his parted knees as he kneeled on the bed. Leaning down to press a kiss against her cheek he whispered, “You’re beautiful, little Bee. We can stop if you want but just know I’ve been wanting this since you first came up to me, so bold in your introduction.”

There was an intake of breath. “Wasn’t that bold, I hardly flirted with you.”

He hummed, rubbing against her face, trailing a few fingers down her exposed back. “But you wanted to, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” she whispered back, a breathy confession as she shook, whether from nerves or lust he couldn’t tell. Edward pulled back to smile.

“Let me see you,” he ordered gently, pressing a quick kiss against her lips. She bit her bottom lip again and he grabbed at the side of one thigh, rubbing his thumb across the skin there. Patience, Edward had to remind himself firmly, wanting to press her back into the mattress rip off the dress and take.

But no, what he wanted more was her acceptance, Bee had to want it, just as much as he did. Finally, her hands fell away from her chest and the dress pooled into her lap.

His blue eyes took her in, licking his lips with appreciation as his fingers trailed up her sides and she flinched away from it—ticklish then. Cupping her breasts he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, bringing them to hardened perks before going to pinch lightly. Her small hands grabbed onto his wrists, and she shook her head.

“M’sensitive, you gotta be careful,” Bee informed as he froze. Edward chuckled under his breath before dipping down once more to kiss her, she meant his kiss eagerly as he pulled her against his chest with a hand at her back, using the other to help slide the dress down her legs and tossing it somewhere. Finally feeling her bare skin against his was quickly sending all the remaining blood in his head south.

Soft, his brain muttered as he used the distraction of their kiss to really let his hands roam over her body. Edward didn’t understand her embarrassment about her appearance. If it was the fact that she didn’t have a perfectly flat/toned stomach compared to him, then that hardly bothered him. If anything, he liked the feel of her against him. How he could grab onto her thick thighs and not be able to instantly close his hand around them.

Bee broke away from the kiss when his fingers tried to hook into her underwear, to get them to join her dress on the floor. “No, no,” she said with a slap at a hand and deftly avoided him when he tried to duck down to capture her lips once more. “Lay down,” she commanded with a shove at his shoulder.

“Cheeky,” he said with a grin as he shuffled his way up the bed before laying down as she ordered. Edward watched as she settled herself between his legs. Grabbing at his prominent bulge she giggled.

“Someone’s excited huh?” she asked with a satisfied smirk. Edward rolled his eyes as his cock jumped in her hand as she rubbed over it.

“Maybe if someone hadn’t been teasing me for so long,” he said meaningfully. She tilted her head, her hair falling over her shoulder in a wave of black curls.

“Who me?” Bee asked innocently as she began to finally, finally start to undo his button and brought the zipper down. “Not sure what you mean.”

Edward lifted his hips so she could tug down his slacks and underwear in one go. Once his cock sprang free, it instantly left a sticky trail of precum as it bounced against his stomach. He’d really been on the edge too long, he thought, seeing the angry purple-red of his cockhead peeking out from around his foreskin.

Bee only got them halfway down his thighs before she stopped to stare. “What the fuck is that,” she stated flatly. He raised a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“This needs a warning label, that is way too big.”

If Edward were a lesser man, he might have covered himself. As it was, he just blinked a few times. “I think it matches my height…” he trailed off awkwardly.

She raised her eyes from his dick to meet his gaze. “I don’t think that'll fit.” He pursed his lips to keep a burst of laughter at bay.

“I’m sure we can figure it out,” he tried to soothe. Bee looked back down skeptically before working off the rest of his pants and throwing them to the floor. A hand shot out and wrapped around the shaft, giving his cock a hard squeeze. His breath hissed out between his teeth at the pressure.

“My hand doesn’t even come close to wrapping around it,” she muttered as his hips twitched upwards to meet her lazy strokes. He might have wheezed out a groan, eyes rolling back.

When Edward refocused on her, she was still staring at his cock like it was a puzzle she had to work out. Bee leaned down and licked a firm stripe across the slit, before covering it with her lips and sucking clean the precum gathered there. This time he really did groan as she quickly started lapping at it, pushing the foreskin down with her lips before lavishing the head with a volley of licks and sucks.

“Shit, Bee,” he moaned as he reached out a hand to bury into her hair. Instantly she popped off.

“Don’t push on me,” she warned darkly. “I’m still trying to get used to it.”

“I’m going to explode if you don’t do something,” he complained.

She giggled. “And not the pleasant kind of exploding I’m guessing?”

“Bee,” Edward growled, and her head dipped down as both hands firmly wrapped around the base. She flattened her tongue as she started to bob up and down his cock, spreading drool around. After a few strokes she released his cock to spit over the head before using her hands to spread it over his shaft and he groaned.

She shot him a grin before she dove back down. He could tell she was trying to take him deeper and deeper into her throat. Her hands worked him over, as she gagged around his length.

Feeling her throat tightening around him, Edward couldn’t help it, his hand shot out and forced her lower, just once to feel her gag again before he let go and she sat up, coughing.

“What was that for?!” she demanded, rubbing away tears from her eyes. Although he felt a little guilty, seeing her flushed face and wet eyes his cock gave another twitch at the sight.

“Sorry dear,” he apologized, rising up on an elbow. “Let’s focus on you, eh?” When Bee hesitated, he quirked a brow as he sat up fully. “What’s wrong now?”

She wouldn’t meet his eye. “I didn’t exactly, um—” Bee pressed a finger to her bottom lip, chewing idly. He thumbed at it until she released it and looked up, startled.

“Um?” Edward pressed.

“I didn’t shave,” she confessed lowly. “Or I don’t…I don’t really shave at all so it’s natural I know most guys don’t like that…”

Fire blazed through his veins at the thought, and he had to bite down on his tongue so he didn’t growl and upset her. “That’s fine,” he said lowly, voice gravely. “It doesn’t bother me, come here little Bee.”

Bee still looked uncertain and that just wouldn’t do at all. Quickly he grabbed her up and flipped their positions, as she squeaked from the sudden manhandling. He had to force himself to control his breathing and calm down, as she stared up at him—eyes wide with surprise.

He stroked her cheek gently before dragging his fingers down her skin. Edward reveled in her shiver as he passed by the middle of her breasts and over her stomach. She quivered as his hand ended at her underwear, a simple black pair lined with lace.

“Okay?” he asked, and she buried half her face into the pillow, twisting her body a little. A half-lidded eye watched him as she nodded. Immediately, he hooked his thumbs at the sides of her underwear before tugging it down. Licking his lips at the curly mound that was exposed he casually tossed the underwear before running a few fingers through the patch of black hair.

It was coarse and a thrill shot down his spine as he untangled a few knots, watching as she squirmed. Finally, his fingers dipped lower and pressed against her folds. He delighted at how wet Bee was already, as she sighed once, the sound of it on a verge of a moan. A thumb circled around her clit before he pressed his middle finger in.

His other hand tightened the grip he had on her hip, as the finger sunk in deeper. Edward watched her face hungrily as he took a brief moment to compose himself before he started to pump his solitary digit in and out, her wet heat making the slide of it easy.

This time she really did moan, canting her hips up, chasing the feeling of his finger. He grinned as he went faster. Bee had closed her eyes, but the little ‘o’ of her mouth was intoxicating, as her brows furrowed.

More, he wanted to see more, as he pulled his finger completely out. Looking down, he went to watch as his ring finger joined the other, slowly going to press once more inside her, when she grabbed at his wrist and he stilled.

Looking up, he caught Bee’s pinched expression. “What—”

“I don’t like two fingers,” she explained.

His mouth dropped. “I’m not sure you’re going to get stretched out properly with just one finger, my dear.”

Bee’s lips twisted into a frown. “Fingers never feel that good if it’s more than one, can’t I just get stretched out by your dick? Can you do it slowly?”

It took him several seconds to process the words before he let out a snarl, grabbed up her wrist and pressed it against the pillow next to her head. Quickly he laid his body over hers, loving the feel of it so small beneath him before catching her lips in a greedy kiss.

Her free hand reached up to tangle into his hair, as he swallowed down her confused noises. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he shifted to rub his cock against her stomach, spreading precum over her skin. When they separated he growled into her face.

“You can’t just say shit like that little Bee.”

For her part, she just panted at him. “Say what?” Apparently, he was distracting enough to make her a bit slow on the uptake. Edward flipped them again, making her land with an ‘oomph’ on his chest.

Immediately, his hands reached out to squeeze around her thighs. “You start us then, I don’t know if I can handle going slow if you’re going to be saying shit like that in my face, all innocent-like.”

Her expression cleared. Ah, must have realized what she said; Edward scoffed as she smiled, pleased as punch.

Wiggling her ass against him, Bee lifted herself before wrapping a hand around his dick. Lowering herself, he groaned when he realized she was only rubbing her cunt along his shaft, drooling warm juices along it. “Um,” she began as his patience fizzled unpleasantly. “Do you have condoms?”

Edward blinked at her before he cursed under his breath. “Bedside table,” he answered. Smart of her, it hadn’t occurred to him in the heat of the moment. It was lucky he had put her on top, he likely would have tried to press into that tight heat, just to hear her gasp. He had to reach down and squeeze his cock at the thought as she leaned forward.

There were a few seconds of digging before she settled back, box in her hands. She peered inside. “Uhhh.”

He waited impatiently until she tipped the box towards him and showed an empty interior. Edward rubbed his forehead with a groan of irritation. “Probably some of my sons have been stealing them and didn’t replace it.”

Bee examined the box. “They can fit in this size?”

Edward made a noncommittal noise, disgruntled. “Some probably. Got a couple of shy ones who might have been swiping them. Or someone wanted to be funny.” Bee hummed.

“Hilarious.”

In the meantime, his erection had flagged from all the waiting and resulting disappointment. That was until Bee shifted back to rub her folds once more across his dick, dropping the box onto the floor. Edward hissed as he grabbed onto her hips and forced her still.

“Don’t tease me,” he growled, and she smiled, the edges of it just the slightest bit uncertain.

“I’m on birth control,” Bee began, licking her lips. “And I’m clean, if you still wanted?” He stared.

“You sure?” Edward pressed, not wanting to force but—he was immediately interested. Idly, he rubbed small circles with his thumbs, still encircling her hips. She nodded.

“As long as it’s okay with you. You’re clean right?”

He snorted. It’d been ages since he’d had unprotected sex. “Yeah, trust me. Marco is a doctor, I’ve got a clean bill of health. Can show you if you’re interested.”

“I trust you,” Bee said quickly as she tried to wiggle her hips. He released her and she settled back. Worming a hand between them, she gripped the base of his cock before raising up onto her feet. “Don’t move, this’ll take me a bit,” she warned before she lowered herself.

The moment his cockhead finally, finally breached her warm heat he had to grit his teeth, hissing out a moan. It was a struggle not to immediately buck up into that wet tightness, coiling so well along the head. Bee pursed her lips as she raised herself back up and almost off before dropping down a little further.

It felt like it took ages, as Bee worked her way down his cock. It was a challenge to stay still, as she went up and down every inch agonizingly slow. When she finally sank all the way, his cock buried to the hilt, she collapsed on his chest with a drawn-out whine, her walls clenching around him in a tight coil. They both had a thin layer of sweat from the wait.

His hips twitched upwards, and she groaned. “Not yet, I’m still getting used to it,” she complained but her actions didn’t match her words as her walls clamped around him, making him hiss.

“Aren’t you on it?” Edward bitched back. “Isn’t this used to it?” He used his hands to wrap around her hips and grinded down, making them both moan. His breathing grew heavy.

“G-go slow,” Bee ordered shakily. If it was anyone else, in any other situation he would have made a quip about her being on top and why was she making him do all the work. As it was, he’d been on the edge for too long to even comment as he used his grip to raise up her hips, letting his cock do a slowww grind out of her sopping wet pussy before pulling her back down just as slow, resheathing his cock.

Bee moaned, long and drawn out, nails digging into his skin. Once they were pressed completely skin to skin, she started to babble.

“Please, Eddie, more, more, more—” she rocked her hips against him, trying to get further as if there was anywhere else to go. That didn’t take long at all, and he would have scoffed if he had any brain cells left to think about anything else except more.

Tightening his grip, he did a couple of quick thrusts that had her keening; her juices dripped out between them, making the slide of it easy. Heat pooled in his gut and Edward knew he wouldn’t last long, damn. Maybe another time he could draw this out, make her whine and beg as he went terribly slow. Just to see her face.

Not today.

Edward withdrew, his cock drenched in her wetness, and she made a confused noise, but he didn’t explain. Just easily flipped her once again. Bee was so small, he wondered how many positions he could manhandle her in. Swallowing down spit at the thought, he wrapped her legs around his hips before pressing back in.

Bee gripped the bedsheets by her head as she moaned, back arching. When their hips met, she let out a sob of relief. “Fuck me, Edward,” she begged, and he didn’t need more encouragement.

With a grunt, he leaned forward on his hands before he started to thrust, no longer attempting to go slow. His balls slapped against her ass and fuck, she was loud. Little gasping moans and cries as he thrust into her, encouragements peppered the moans. His fingers clenched into the bedsheets, knuckles white. He really shouldn’t touch her like this, balancing on a knife’s edge. One to-tight grip could seriously bruise her.

But oh, did he want to, staring down into her face, drinking in every expression as their hips met, again and again as he thrusted. He could feel his orgasm building and he grunted.

“Bee—” he tried to ask what she needed before she keened at the sound of her name. Her legs rose even higher, and she tried to meet his thrusts, tilting her hips up. “Fuck.” He reached out to try to thumb at her clit when she gasped out a broken moan.

Her hands reached out and clawed down his pecs. “Come here, come here!” she demanded as her legs tightened. When he leaned further over her, she exposed her neck. “Biteeee,” she drawled out the word, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, trying to tug him forward.

Shit, he’d have to really crane his back for this angle, but he wrapped an arm underneath her, curling over her body. Edward let his teeth drag along her skin—teasingly—as he slowly withdrew.

“Edwardddd, pleaseeee,” she whined before his lips closed over the flesh of her shoulder and he bit down—hard, while his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt all in one motion. Bee screamed, her body a livewire as she shook in his grasp, orgasming around his dick.

He grunted and barely gave her time to still before he straightened out from his curl and pressed a forearm against the mattress before he began to really fuck into her, chasing his own release now. It hovered right there, as Bee moaned under him, grabbing her thighs and hiking them up further, so he slid that much further inside her with each brutal thrust. The noises she was making were slightly tenser, more pain than pleasure at this point.

The sound of their skin slapping together lit a fire through him, his skin tingling with electricity as his gut clenched. Edward pushed forward, practically bending her in half, as he stuffed himself full. He groaned as he released, pumping his cum deep inside.

They stayed like that for a moment, as Edward came down from his high before he slowly separated from her, letting her down. Bee groaned as they untangled themselves.

“My back is gonna hurt tomorrow,” she complained. He snorted.

“You and me both, little one. My backs not made to bend like that.” He watched as she turned onto her side and curled, pouting.

“’M to short you mean,” Bee mumbled.

Edward rubbed her hip. “I like it, you’re cute. Easy to move.” A low ‘humph!’ made him smile. Eyeing her closed legs, he pushed them apart, trying to get a glance at her likely dripping pussy when she sat up with a frown.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” He pointed over his shoulder to the master bathroom.

“It’s that way.”

He couldn’t help chuckling under his breath as she wobbled her way over, likely dripping cum down her thighs. He laid down with a satisfied groan. That was good. Edward drifted slightly, tiredness tugging at him when he heard the water running.

“Toothbrushes are under the skin,” he called. Blinking slowly in the light, between one blink and the next she appeared, and he stared sleepily at her naked form, looking so ethereal in the yellow light before patting the bed next to him.

Bee hesitated. “I can get an Uber home if you’d rather not have me spend the night…”

“Bee,” he growled. “Get in the bed.”

She smiled. “I need clothes then, to sleep in.”

“Fucking—” he got up, thoroughly disgruntled. “You are the pickiest woman I have ever met I swear,” Edward mumbled to himself as he left the room.

“Grab my purse, while you’re out there!” Bee yelled at his retreating back. He cursed under his breath.

After gathering up everything (and making a run to the bathroom to clean off his dick, he may as well if he was up) he returned. Once more she took up the center of the bed, but this time she was buried under the blankets.

“Comfortable?” he quipped and although her lips were covered, her eyes lit up, corners wrinkling into a tell-tale smile.

“I’ll be more comfortable when you get me some clothes.”

He rolled his eyes but threw the shirt at her before placing the purse on the bedside table. She sat up, letting the blanket fall and he crowded in close before she could reach for the t-shirt. Peppering her shoulders with small kisses, he let his hands cup her breasts, giving them a small squeeze and she laughed. She’d put on her underwear already, he noticed.

“Don’t know why you need them, you look just fine like this.”

“Charmer,” Bee said with a grin before she pushed at him. Reluctantly he released her tits as she pulled on the shirt. He watched them bounce before they were covered, and he let out a mournful sigh. One had a beauty mark on the side, he noticed. Cute. Bee leaned over to grab at her purse before kicking off the blankets. She pulled out a rolled-up ball of socks and he raised a brow.

Seeing his expression, she shrugged before leaning down to put them on. “My feet get cold I always gotta wear socks.” Now properly dressed she smiled at him, and he hummed. Seeing her so covered, one of his sons’ ratty old band t-shirts hanging off one shoulder he figured he ought to cover up some as well. Standing he quickly walked over to his dresser and slipped on a pair of black briefs before climbing up in the covers behind her, cuddling her close.

They took a few minutes to position themselves—at one point Bee reached out to turn the lamp off—before they settled. Edward was plastered against Bee’s back, wrapping her completely in his arms. Feeling her small body against his, Edward felt a moment of calm, pleasant and sweet. Lovely, she was lovely.

Bee awoke to the sound of a door slamming before multiple voices indistinguishable from each other echoed down the hall. She tensed, Edward still behind her, arm wrapped tight around her middle, hand wormed up under her shirt and laid across her stomach. She shook his arm urgently.

“Edward,” she hissed, trying to be heard over the man’s snores. He didn’t stir. “Edward,” Bee tried again before a figure came into the doorway and she froze.

Dark eyes surrounded by beautifully done make-up stared at her, hair piled in a neat bun, one long piece framing his face. He was beautiful and she felt for a moment like an ugly duckling in his presence.

“Pops,” he said once, and she felt Edward snort himself awake at once. What the fuck, she thought, enraged. That’s all it took to wake him up!?

“Izou,” Edward greeted sleepily before pulling her in closer and nuzzling into her hair. Embarrassment shot through her like lightning, as she felt her cheeks alight in red. Bee couldn’t bring herself to meet the mystery man’s—Izou she guessed—eyes.

“I thought Namur said you were going to get your lady friend out of here before the morning rush?”

“Must have slept through it.”

Izou folded his arms, unimpressed. “Marco’s about to charge down this hallway you know he is, Pops.” Edward grunted. “Why don’t you get up and changed, and I help Bee out, hm?”

“I don’t need help,” Bee denied as Edward groaned, giving her body one last squeeze before he rolled out of bed, scratching his head.

“Fine, fine. God all my kids are such brats. Give me a second.” Izou didn’t say anything, just stepped further inside and closed the door behind himself as Edward walked to the master bathroom and closed the door.

There was a moment of silence that stretched as Bee sat up and tried to figure out what to do. “Should I…” she trailed off as Izou stared silently at her. “Should I get an Uber?”

“No,” Edward’s voice was garbled from the door as it was thrown open, toothbrush in his mouth. “I can drive you home.”

“Everyone is starting to make breakfast, why don’t you stay?” Izou asked and Bee shifted awkwardly. She heard the sounds of spitting before Edward walked back into the room.

“Or that!” he said cheerfully as Edward went around to his dresser and started pulling on clothes, his hair pulled into a messy bun. She watched his back for a second, the muscles rippling before she turned her head away.

To see Izou smirking at her, and her face—if possible—reddened further.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” she said awkwardly.

“Nah,” Edward denied immediately. “Get to meet the family! I know Thatch didn’t show you around last night nearly as much as he should have.”

“How could he, when you practically abducted her?” Izou shot back while Edward sat on the end of the bed, bending to put on some socks.

He snorted. “Don’t want to hear it from you, son. Thatch was drowning himself in drinks and making Bee listen to his pity party before you finally decided to spare him.”

Izou sniffed and Bee interrupted before they could descend into an argument. “I don’t have anything to wear, I can just go?”

“It’s fine,” Izou said quickly. “I can grab you something. Pops go entertain the masses.”

Edward grumbled good naturally before surprising Bee by leaning over and dropping a kiss on her cheek. “See you soon dear,” he said with a small grin before he left, Izou easily stepping to the side to let him pass.

“Wait here,” Izou ordered before he moved to follow Edward out the door, closing it behind himself.

Bee sat there, in the suddenly quiet room, still feeling the echo of his kiss. It had to be one of the strangest morning afters of her life. ‘Oh yeah hey, my family is here wanna have breakfast?’ Her hips ached and her hair was probably a rat’s nest.

Still, Edward was one of the most charming men she’d ever met. Self-assured and maybe a bit of an ass at times, but still overwhelmingly kind. She wouldn’t mind seeing him again if he wanted.

Izou returned shortly after, something thrown over his arm before he gestured to the bathroom. “After you.”

Slowly, Bee left the covers behind before limping her way to the bathroom. Behind her, Izou snorted. She glanced over her shoulder. “What?”

“I’m surprised he didn’t break you,” Izou said plainly. “I’ll get you some meds when we sit down for breakfast.”

“Rude, it’s just my hips that hurt,” Bee answered before deciding to start brushing her teeth. Izou leaned against the doorway.

“Still, it’s impressive. I think you’re the shortest he’s ever been with, he must have held back.”

Bee made a face at herself in the mirror, where Izou was watching her reflection. Her make-up was smeared as well. It was lucky she only wore stuff around her eyes, but it still made a raccoon look. She should really just leave. Spitting, she quipped, “TMI much? Why would you even know that?” He hummed.

“I have my ways. Here wear these.” Izou thrust a pair of leggings at her after she had put down the toothbrush and she eyed them skeptically.

“Aren’t these going to be too long?”

“Humor me,” Izou said lazily.

It took her a second of struggling but she managed to get it on, the bottoms well past her feet.

“Great, sit down,” he gestured to the toilet and once she sat, he bent in front of her to roll up the bottoms.

Nodding with satisfaction he glanced up at her and tilted his head. Bee blinked back at him, confused, when he reached out and tugged at a sleeve, revealing more of her shoulder. “He got you good.” Realization shot through her as a hand came up to touch it and pain radiated. She must have a bruise where Edward bit her. Izou stood.

“Now for your hair, hm.” Opening a few drawers he started shuffling around before he found a hairdryer and a curling brush. Bee stared with surprise.

“Why does Edward have that?” she asked before Izou was pushing at her to turn her around.

“Don’t ask, he has so much random stuff around. Let’s get started.”

Somehow at the end of it, Bee’s wild frizzy mop was contained. The fact that she’d curled and set it with hairspray the night before should have made a messy frizz ball with a few curls. But now it was nice and sleek, curled perfectly at the ends. She stared in awe at the mirror, fingering at a perfectly cuffed curl. He’d also touched up her make-up somehow, making it look meaningful and not just slept in leftovers.

“Now your shirt.”

“Do you have another one?”

“No,” Izou answered before a hand shot out and started gathering it. She felt the familiar feeling of a hairband wrapping the shirt in a knot behind her, tightening it and bringing it higher on her hips. Bee pushed down the hem before Izou tsked. “Don’t pull on it.”

“I can just have it loose, what’s wrong with it?”

“Because I want to watch Pops stare at your boobs—stop tugging.”

“UM?” Izou spun her around, ignoring her sputtering.

“Let’s see, okay it shows your hip a little—good.”

“Are you going to address that or—”

“No,” Izou cut her off. “Let’s go.”

Timidly, Bee followed behind him as he led her down the hallway, into the large kitchen where several bodies were moving. She hovered at the edges as several men worked to set the long dining room table, as Izou left her behind and stepped into the mass in the kitchen.

She watched as he went up to Thatch’s side, grabbing onto the chef’s shoulder. Thatch moved towards him, and the ease they moved around each other made her smile. Izou dropped a kiss on Thatch’s cheek and the smile he got in return could have melted snow, it was so bright.

Eyes roaming over the gathered crowd she happened to meet Edward’s gaze and he brightened at seeing her.

“Bee!” he boomed. The sudden spotlight was intimidating as most everyone turned to look, but Edward was already moving towards her. So hyper-aware of his attention she didn’t miss the once over he gave her before standing before her, large and broad. She had to tilt her head up to look at him and he leaned to press another kiss to her forehead. Affectionate, she thought, pleased. “You’re looking cute! Izou worked his magic, eh?”

Before she could reply, Izou piped up. “Not much magic to do, she’s already pretty on her own.”

“Ah!” Her blush was back as Edward laughed before laying a hand on her shoulder and guiding her to a seat.

“It’s true!” Edward said with a large smile before he sat, gesturing to the seat next to him.

It didn’t take long for food to be laid out and the others to sit. Edward sat at the very end of the table, the figurehead, Bee on his right. Marco sat across from her, eyes half-lidded and looking bored but she didn’t miss the occasionally narrowed eyes at her as Edward laughed at something she said or reached out to touch her.

She started leaning away from Edward’s touches, feeling awkward under Marco’s intense stare. Bee wished desperately that Thatch could have sat beside her, but it seemed the man didn’t sit during meals, instead flittering around grabbing up discarded dishes and doing who-knew-what in the kitchen. It was apparently normal, as no one commented.

Edward introduced everyone at the table, but it was so many she quickly lost the names as soon as they were said. She’d never been good in group situations or keeping track of stuff like this.

Still, it was pleasant to receive so much attention from Edward, and the food was great. The black-haired boy next to Marco started pestering him and she could relax slightly without his piercing blue-eyed gaze permanently fixed on her.

Breakfast passed soon enough, and she was itching to get home. Izou had passed her some ibuprofen but she was still sore and tired. The emotional energy of suddenly being in the mists of a large family gathering was also exhausting her.

Tugging at Edward’s shirt he easily dropped the conversation he was having and leaned in closer to her. “I’d like to go home soon,” she said, and he made a disappointed face.

“So soon?” A meaningful cough came from somewhere down the table and Edward glared in the direction before he relented. “Alright, alright. Come on then.”

“I’ll grab my stuff, I should change—”

“You can keep the clothes,” Edward interrupted waving a hand. “Not a big deal.”

“Wait, that’s my shirt—OW!”

Bee stood there, frozen in confusion as the man she recognized as the one who wanted to trade cars with Edward last night started rubbing his head. Izou smiled silkily at her. “It’s fine, just return it later. Ignore him.”

A large hand pressed at the small of her back and led her away before she could comment.

Soon enough, she was back in Edward’s nice car, giving him directions home. She yawned leaning against the window and he chuckled.

“Tired?”

“You wore me out,” she agreed, looking at him from the corner of her eye. He smiled out at the road, happy and pleased. A hand reached over and squeezed her thigh before it rested there, palm heavy and warm, heat soaking in past her tights.

“I enjoyed it too,” he said cheekily. She snorted but smiled out the window.

They drove in silence, the radio playing between them, his hand on her leg. Her eyes drooped, this was nice.

It didn’t take that long to reach her place. Once he parked on the street out front, she turned slightly to him. “I had a great time—” Warm lips interrupted her, and she sighed before leaning into it, tilting her head so his lips brushed against hers perfectly. With a hand, she stroked his cheek before pulling back.

He followed, chasing her lips, giving her quick pecks, littering her face with them as she giggled and tried to get away, as his hands tried to grope her breasts. “Edward!” she chastened.

“When can I see you again?” he asked, voice low and deep. She pursed her lips trying to contain her smile as she reached down to grab up her purse, jacket, and dress.

“Wanna exchange numbers?”

They did and when she exited the car, Edward did too. She waited for him on the sidewalk, shifting foot-to-foot. “You’re making it hard to leave,” she said.

Edward grinned, not at all ashamed. “Just want to make sure you make it to the door okay, little Bee.”

She folded her arms. “What if I don’t want you to know which house I live in?”

He quirked a brow before pulling her in for a hug. “You already said the number, dear.”

“Hmph,” Bee complained before wrapping her arms around him. His bulk was so wide, she hardly managed it. They stood there for a few seconds before she pulled away. “Okay, I’m leaving. Goodbye Edward.”

“C’ya later, Bee.”

Quickly she walked up the steps to her tiny, shared apartment. Trying the door handle and finding it unlocked, she looked up and gave one last wave. Edward smiled back, one hand in his pocket as he wiggled his fingers back at her. Smiling so hard it hurt her cheeks, she walked inside and he disappeared from view.

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