Don't Look / No Promises

Fourteen

Bella

Edward spent exactly four hours in a jail cell.

Four hours before Bella tracked him down.

She marched Rose down to her dad’s office and right through his closed door without knocking. He fumbled off a phone call and blinked wildly at his daughter as she asked him how he liked their makeup, the heavy purple shadow they were both sporting. He was confused, poor guy, but only for a moment and he watched in horror as Bella wiped Rose’s face clean. When Rose admitted where the bruises had come from, he stood, silent and staring and shaking his head before walking down that long fluorescent hallway to set Edward free. Bella ran after him.

“Get the hell outta my cell, you stupid little shit.” Her dad grabbed Edward by the shirt, up off the cot, and onto his feet. He was kind of scary when he was in uniform. “No one likes a hero, boy, especially not me. You got some nerve,” he hissed.

“I’m no hero.” Edward shook his head, stumbling to his feet when the Chief dropped him. When her dad turned to look at her with his hands on his hips and his mustache twitching and his hair going grey everywhere now instead of just at the sides, he looked worried.

“You sure about this?” He hooked his thumb over his shoulder at Edward and Bella nodded.

“Yes. He’s important.”

“But stupid,” her dad muttered, turning back on Edward with a pointed finger and Edward had to good sense to flinch a little. “You want her, you stay on the straight, kid. Next time you play the Lone Ranger, I lock you up for real.”

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It took six weeks for Rose’s face to heal up completely. Six weeks of coverup and ice packs. Six weeks of the three girls all sporting dark purple eyeshadow like it was their new dime or something. Six weeks of bruising up their eyes so that no one would notice Rose’s weren’t faked.

By the time the bruises had finally faded away, the Newton boys were still locked up.

It took nearly as long to convince Edward to let her drive the Bird again.

“C’mon baby,” Bella whined, wriggling in his lap. “I wanna drive her. Far and fast and hard.” She kissed his lips, hoping to convince him with her mouth and her innuendoes and maybe her tits rubbing up against his chin, but he shook his head.

“I’m still paying off the damage from the last time you wanted something like that,” he said.

“I’ll play nice. I promise.” She bit her lip, thinking. “You can tell me if I’m being too mean to her.”

“You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re nice.”

“What about when I’m not nice?”

“Fucking hot,” he grinned, grabbing her hard enough to make her squeal.

“You know what I want?” Bella said some time later when he was groaning into her neck and tugging her hips across his lap, slow and steady.

“Tell me,” he breathed.

“I want you to get me off.”

“Working on it.”

“While I’m driving.” She yanked on the hair at the back of his neck and he hissed as she pulled him off her neck, his eyelids fluttery and his mouth all swollen. He hadn’t shaved in two days and Bella was coated in rugburn. She loved it.

“Then you’ll really crash her,” he laughed.

“No way to know unless we try.”

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Edward

Edward sat in the middle of the big front seat, his arm slung over the back and around her shoulders while Bella drove. Her hair was splattered across his chest and he had his hand under her skirt and she was breathing hard, blinking fast, knuckles white on the wheel.

“Take a right,” he commanded. Bella pulled them smooth onto the lonely stretch of highway that stretched clear to the reservation on the other side of the mountain. Desolate and pretty damn abandoned most of the time. He clutched her shoulder, pushed aside her panties, and got his fingers just wet enough to pull them free and taste her.

“Edward,” Bella gasped, turning the wheel a little late and veering over the line by a couple solid inches. She stared at his fingers tucked between his teeth. “Edward, maybe this was-”

“Watch the road, baby,” he whispered.

Edward slipped his hand back beneath her clothes and stroked her, keeping one eye on the road and one eye down the neck of her dress. Her legs clamped closed before they opened, her knees spreading and her hips pushing that spot right into his hand. He ground his teeth together as his pants tightened and he pushed her underwear aside again, this girl already dripping all over the seat.

“Fuck it all, babygirl. Fuck it all, except for this.” He meant to say something about her slick heat, her beautiful body, her fucking gorgeous face, but all he really knew right now was that he wanted to get inside this girl and he never wanted to come back out. Usually, girls just threw the door open. They didn’t even invite him in, didn’t say hello, just drug him inside and he always wanted out the moment he stepped foot over their thresholds. This girl though, Bella, he had to work for her. He had to knock, a lot, and yell, a lot, and even then she wouldn’t let him in. He was near ready to kick her damn door down by the time she opened up a little and then he had to coax her along to get over that invisible boundary of yes, yes I want you and no, no you’re not allowed here that blocked her entryway like a wall.

Now that he was in, really in, he didn’t give one single solitary fuck about anything else.

Bella groaned and pushed her hips, pulled him deeper, bit her lip, and let her hands go slack on the wheel.

“Hey, you’re driving us here, remember? You got a job to do.”

“I-” she stuttered, holding on a little tighter. “You’re making, making me, making it-”

“Making it what?”

“Impossible,” she exhaled, shuddering as he ran the pads of his fingers around every slippery inch of her. He pulled his fingers out again and pushed them up through her folds, through the slick, tugging her between his knuckles and groaning when she swerved again.

“Brakes, doll. Brakes,” he said and she lifted that shaky leg and he put a hand down on her knee to help her slow the Bird. Edward dropped to his chest on the seat and hooked his chin over her thigh. Dug his fingers in a little more and flicked his tongue out over her. She squealed and writhed and said his name at least twelve times before he stopped counting. Before he stopped licking or teasing and shoving one, two, three fingers into her and squashing that little nub of magic up there with his thumb. Before she threw her head back and came close to ripping his hair right out of his scalp.

He took her to the arcade afterward, a pocket full of pennies rattling at his thigh as he followed her around, helping her win. Giving her one or two or five coins at a time, slinging the last balls, hitting the last shots, winning her the prizes, but letting her pick.

He was lounging in the shade with a lemonade and the stuffed bear he’d won her six stalls down when that Teddy fucker, James, strolled by.

“Edward.” James stopped.

Edward tilted his chin, but didn’t say anything. James walked over anyway.

“Haven’t seen you ‘round at all. Find something to keep you busy this summer?”

Bella squealed.

She was across the way trying to toss ping pong balls into weighted cups and Edward was surprised she’d managed to win but, judging from her jumping and her clapping and the fish in a bag the gamekeeper handed over, she had. James lifted both brows and looked back at Edward.

“Saw you with that Dolly at the flicks the other night. I’m surprised you went all the way to the slums to find a girl. You could have just taken your pick from the meadow, the girls at school are all aflutter over you.”

“Fucking Judies,” Edward muttered. “You can have ‘em.”

“There’s something intriguing about low girls, though, isn’t there?” James asked, squinting at Bella.

“Low?” Edward didn’t like the sound of that.

“You know,” James drawled. “Low morals. Low intellect. Low standards.”

Edward swung. Sure and fast and straight into that Teddy fucker’s mouth. All he could hear was the Chief telling him not to be a damn ranger, but surely he’d forgive this. A brawl over his daughter’s virtue, her honor, surely he would. At least Edward hoped so, because he was gonna make this kid beg.

James crumpled. Crying and squirming and holding his face and Bella was beside Edward, tugging on his arm. Edward gave James one last solid kick to the ribs and spit in the dust an inch shy of the kid’s bloody nose.

“You so much as look at her sideways, I’ll show you low,” Edward growled and let his girl haul him off before he broke any more bones.

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