Chapter 9: First Touch
Good morning, beautiful. -E
I’m not a morning person, not by a long shot. But something about reading his text three seconds after opening my eyes makes me smile like a goofy moron.
Good morning, sunshine. You’ll have to gimme a minute, you’re about 3 steps ahead of me in the coffee/breakfast/shower dept. -B
I’m sorry if I woke you...but I missed you too much & wanted to say hi. -E
Hi. -B
I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
Ha. Ha. So you gonna watch me on ESPN soon? -E
Oh, that’s today? I was going to get a manicure now. :) -B
Belllaaa. :( -E
I love messing with his ego. It’s so easy.
Oh relax Soccer Boy, I’ll be watching...10am right? ;) -B
Yes, 10...Soccer Boy?? -E
I guess Alice’s term of endearment for you is rubbing off -B
I can think of a few things I’d like to rub off on you ;) -E
Oh gawd, you have the humor of a 12 yr. old. :P -B
But you love it. -E
I take a little longer to respond...make him a little nervous.
Bellllllaaaa...you love it...RIGHT? -E
I giggle as I type out my response.
Oh, yes, alright...I guess I love it. -B
Good :) I have to get going...having breakfast with the coaches and suits...Don’t forget to watch... I miss you. –E
I smile and sigh contentedly. It’s So surreal to have this kind of relationship with a man. But I can’t say I’m not enjoying every minute. And he’s here, in New York...for me?
Sooo surreal.
I miss you too. I’ll be watching your fine ass...make me proud. ;) -B
;) -E.
With that, I start my day. I luckily don’t have to go into work today as long as I email my stuff to Rose who will be covering the press conference. Both Masen and Emmett will be presented as Red Bulls today, answering questions and doing the requisite photo ops. I secretly wish I would’ve gone to the conference, but I’m just happy I’ll be seeing him this afternoon, doing the same thing we used to do. It’s strangely comforting, and I’m still kind of freaked out about it all, but I’m not questioning anymore. I promised him we’d just “be” like he always says. And that’s what I’m going to do.
Ten o’clock rolls around and I click on to ESPN where the commentators are still discussing MLS issues, and I keep it on as white noise as I finish cleaning up the kitchen after breakfast. As soon as they announce that the press conference is beginning, I dry my hands and run to the sofa, not wanting to miss anything.
The familiar clicks from the cameras and buzz from the reporters can be heard and I’m already excited, as the owner of the Red Bulls, the head coach, followed by Emmett and Masen, enter and sit. My mind races back to the press conference back in London, where I’d been inches away from him smirking at me. Damn it, I should’ve been there this morning. Nothing I can do about it now, so I try to send my supportive thoughts to him through osmosis.
He looks hot. But that’s no surprise. But there’s something in his eyes, like he’s really happy...like truly. There’s a brightness in the green, a shine. It’s probably just the TV.
The owner officially welcomes my boys to New York. The head coach then speaks about what he expects from the team this season, and emphasizes how Emmett and Masen will be treated like everyone else. Masen nods at this, flecks of his hair falling against his forehead, and I just want to lick him all over. I sit there mesmerized by the mere sight of him.
The head honchos turn it over to the press to start their questions, and they’re not easy on Edward and Emmet at all.
“Edward, before we heard the news that you’d be signed on to New York, it was understood that you were headed to Chicago. In fact, the details of the contract managed to leak to the press and it looks like you gave up a pretty hefty sum. What made you changed your mind?” Jesus, just how much did he give up? I couldn’t even contemplate what he’d done, supposedly to be close to me.
“Well, I weighted both options quite a bit. As you know, I’m originally from Chicago, and my family is there, so that definitely was enticing. But there was something about New York that really interested me. I love the city, I love the people here, and I got a good vibe off the coach and the entire club, quite honestly.”
Good answer, baby.
Another moron reporter follows up.
“So, your decision to come here had nothing to do with your rumored relationship with a journalist from the Post?”
What.The.Fuck.
I immediately flush and start to sweat. My heart begins to race, and I want to pummel that idiot. But, Masen, the smooth fucker he is, brushes it off and doesn’t look a bit flustered when he answers.
“My decision to come to New York was based on a lot of different factors, and whatever personal ones I had will not be discussed at a press conference about being signed to play on a team with players and coaches I deeply respect. Nor will I discuss any details regarding other teams’ offers and such. If anyone has any questions about Mr. McCarty or me playing for New York, I’m all yours,” he smirks that sexy as fuck mouth and just like that, has shut down any and all personal questions.
I’m in total awe of the way he carries himself. Emmett is just as suave with his answers, and they enter into an interesting talk about what they expect from the season, using soccer jargon that sometimes I don’t understand, and I can see how much Masen loves being in the midst of it all. He’s totally relaxed. And I love seeing him like that.
The press conference continues for another twenty minutes or so, but the ESPN commentators back at the studio break in to continue their roundtable about what was discussed. They immediately start speculating about Masen’s answer about Chicago, and about why he’s really in New York. I don’t need to hear any more, since I know how we journalists can be. Speculation gets you nowhere without facts. And I’m a fact-finder.
After getting a workout in at my neighborhood gym, I come back to the apartment and get another text from Masen. I’ll never get tired of being connected to him.
Did you see me? -E
Yes I did, I’m very proud of you. That guy was a total dick-wad. -B
LOL. Yes, yes he was...I shut him down though. What are you doing now? -E
I just came back from the gym, about to hop in the shower -B.
Of course I know what I just did by sharing that tidbit.
Shower. What I wouldn’t give to see you naked right now. -E
Shit. Now I’m all aroused.
I’m sure you can use your overactive imagination just fine ;) -B
Fuck. What are you doing to me? I’m about to go get a physical with the team doctors, they’re not going to be amused with me sporting a hard on. Damn you, woman. -E
LOL. Well think of unsavory things while I get naked. Like dead puppies, or your grandma in a thong... -B
Shit. I lost you after “naked”. NOT HELPING. -E
With a chuckle, I reply.
Sorry, can’t help it. If it’s any consolation, I really do wish you could take a shower with me right now. I can’t wait to see you. -B
I wish I could be there too, baby. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here and see you. Just a couple more hours. I’ll see you soon. -E
Can’t wait. Good luck with your physical. ;) -B
Thanks, later :) -E
Needless to say, My shower turns into a little self love session, as I fantasize about having his body flush against mine while the warm spray of the shower beats down our frenzied bodies, as he fucks me from behind, pushing me against the cold tiles, his hardness slamming into my over and over again until we both find sweet release.
Yeah, we’re totally doing that one day...soon.
~*~*~*~EtS~*~*~*~
After Masen and I swap texts about where to meet, I give him the address to a great little cafe a few blocks down from my place, and start making my way there. When I arrive, the place is comfortable and casual, and perfect. I grab my coffee and sit toward the rear, finding a nice comfy sofa, as I open my laptop and work on some stuff for the office. Around three-fifteen I feel the air change. It’s like static electricity. Alright, I’m exaggerating, but you get my point.
“Hey, beautiful,” He murmurs in my ear, kissing the skin right below it and setting my whole body on fire. “This is a great little place” He sits down next to me and sets his mug on the coffee table.
I shift in my seat until my legs are tucked under me and my knees are touching his thigh. He wraps his arm around my waist, bringing me closer still, and I can smell him, all soap and Edward. I nuzzle his neck and whisper, “You did well today. I’m really proud of you. How did the physical go?” My arms are around his neck, my fingers trailing figure eights in his hair, making him close his eyes and rub his cheek against the top of my head. I think I hear him purr.
“Ah, well, you know, ‘do this,’ ‘do that,’ ‘stand here,’ ‘turn your head and cough,’ ‘pee in this cup,’ blah blah blah. I’m just glad it’s over and I can just relax with you here.”
“That sounds mighty fine, Mr. Masen,” I say as he lifts my chin with his fingers so that he can kiss me properly. Well, as ‘properly’ as we can in the middle of a busy cafe.
After our heated kissing session, he changes the subject, “Hey, I kind of told my cousin to meet me at my apartment around six. I figure my place isn’t too far from yours so you’ll still have a chance to change before we head out later with everyone. I hope you don’t mind, we may not have a lot of alone time,” he says apologetically, searching my eyes for any sign of disapproval.
“Oh, no, I don’t mind, please. We have plenty of time now that you’re here permanently.” Even saying it was still a little surreal.
We stay in our little bubble in the cafe for a while before he shifts and rises, taking my hand to help me stand.
“Let’s get out of here. I want to show you my place. We’ll take a cab, it’s not too far.” He kisses me again lightly, and I follow him out.
~*~*~*~EtS~*~*~*~
His apartment is located in the East Village, so it’s actually pretty close to where I live, and I’m sure that was no accident, knowing him. We take a long elevator ride to the penthouse, and all of it belongs to him. It’s absolutely amazing.
“This is fucking amazing, Edward. There’s so much light, I absolutely love it.”
He seems pleased to hear me say that and takes my hand, guiding me to the kitchen.
“Oh really? Planning on bringing up a lot of chicks up here?” I say with a slight edge to my voice. He’s kidding...I think.
“Nah, just one really,” he says, grinning as he pulls me toward him and kisses me slowly and patiently, licking my lower lip for entry. I respond in kind and kiss him back, snaking my arms around his neck and grabbing onto his hair for dear life. Oh, how I love his hair.
Before the kiss gets us too hot and bothered, he gently pulls away, giving me one last peck before letting me see the rest of the place.
I turn to him in shock. “Wait. All that out there is yours? That entire terrace?”
He smiles shyly, taking my hand to step out onto what can only be described as a Monster Terrace. It wraps around the property, giving you a beautiful view of the city. I want to claim a little spot and live here.
Seriously.
“You like it?” He asks with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
“Like it is not the word, Edward. I can’t even...” I gasp and sigh because I have no way of explaining myself.
“Well, good, I was hoping you would. I’m planning on having you over quite a bit, so I want to make sure you’re ok with this.”
I look at him with what I’m positive is a blank expression, because once again, I find myself speechless. So I do what I’m good at, I reach over to him and wrap my arms around his waist, my face perfectly resting in the junction between his neck and shoulder, and I inhale. He lets out a content sigh and embraces me.
“Edward, it’s not about me. This is all about you and what you want. I’m happy just to be around you. This place is gorgeous, but if you think it’s a good fit for you then that’s what’s important.” I’m deflecting because this is all coming at my rather quickly, and I don’t want him to think I’m freaking out, even though I sure-as-shit am.
He looks down to me, his palms cradling my face. His eyes are sincere and as green as grass, so intense. I’m momentarily floored.
“Bella, this is all about you. New York is about you. Me coming here is about you. I’m not ashamed of that. And I know you’re freaking out about this right now, and you’re trying to cover it up, which by the way, you’re failing miserably,” he says, ending the sentence with a smug smirk.
Jerk. He knows me too well.
“I’m not freaking out...this is just...new to me, Masen. I’m trying, though. You gotta give me some credit here.”
He all-out laughs at me, and I love love love the sound of it as it echoes through the room as we re-enter the apartment and he take me upstairs. About halfway up, he stalls, turning around and grabbing me, and pushing me against the wall where he grinds himself against me and administers open-mouthed kisses to my neck. I know what he’s doing. But I’m enjoying every minute of it. He’s ignited the fire that is always simmering, but I’m still coherent, thank fuck.
“I know what you’re doing...pant...you’re trying to distract me...OH GOD...I just want you to know...RIGHT THERE...that I’m freaked out...YES, baby...but I’m handling it...” I reach for his hardened length with my hand and grab to accentuate what I just said.
“FUCK. Jesus, Bella, you’re killing me,” he gasps into my neck and I smile triumphantly. I have a split second of freedom and free myself from his grasp, giving him a playful peck on the lips as I continue the climb to his bedroom, giving my hips a little extra swing as he follows behind me like a little puppy.
Edward grabs me from behind, his mouth immediately on my neck, peppering it with small kisses as he exhales his hot breath and I shiver. But I’m not cold. Not one bit. I don’t want to talk anymore. Apparently, neither does he.
Pretty soon we’re a whirlwind of movement as we strip each other’s clothes off, kissing anywhere our lips can touch, tangling ourselves up in each other’s arms, and falling unceremoniously onto his bed. We both let out a laugh, suddenly seeing the silliness of the situation. But that lasts about a millisecond and just like that, there is nothing to laugh about. I’m underneath him, covered by his beautiful body, feeling the warmth that’s more than just physical. It’s more. Everything is more.
His knee gently rests in between my thighs as he caresses every part of me, almost in reverence. His mouth follows where is hands have been, and I close my eyes to revel in the intense emotions his touch is evoking. He slides his hand down my upper thigh to the inside of knee, guiding me to bend my leg as he repeats the motion with the opposite leg. I’m now spread wider for him to rest against my wetness, and I let out a soft moan as he slowly circles his hips against me, letting me feel how I affect him.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this...how much I missed you all this time. Do you feel how right this is? How much I feel for you?”
Suddenly I say things that up until now I would’ve never ever said to any man. But I say them to Edward.
“God, I missed you so much. I didn’t know what to do with myself. It’s like you’ve taken over...you’re in my head, you’re in my dreams, you’re in my heart...like it’s about to burst...” And at that moment I freeze, not at all prepared for what my mouth just confessed. Shit. What did I just say?
But Edward’s not surprised at all by my rambling, but he looks at me with that expression that continues to baffle me and I’m completely stunned by my own revelation.
I think I might be falling for this man. Edward. My Edward.
I guess Edward can tell my mind is going off on its own, because he grinds himself one last time before taking my cheek in his hand and staring right at me.
“Bella, don’t over-think it. Just be. Remember.”
Everything I was thinking is thrown out the window and I give in. I help him take his boxer briefs off as he helps with my lace panties. He reaches behind me to unclasp my bra and tears it off, throwing it on the floor, along with our discarded underwear. His hand skims my sides and thighs until he reaches between them, where I want him the most. One finger, then two pumps slowly, making my back arch and moan at the sensation.
“Oh god, oh god....”
“Jesus, Bella....damn...I never get tired of feeling how wet you are. You’re so ready for me, baby. What do you want? Tell me.” He’s half grunting, half growling, as he continues to pump at a fast pace and I can hardly form the necessary vowels and consonants to share my request.
“Gah....just....I want you...baby....Please...”
I think that was a sentence.
“What? Tell me...where do you want me, baby”? Now he’s just messing with me. I should be irked. But I’m not because I’m too damn aroused right now.
“Jesus....please....EDWARD...damn it...I want you inside me, baby....just do it already!”
He likes that I’ve finally made my desire known, and in one fluid movement takes his fingers out of me and enters me with his dick. We both groan together at the feel.
It’s amazing to be connected with him like this again. I have missed it so damn much; I can’t even stand to think about how I managed all this time without him near me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he gasps as he stares intently at me. I look at him with equal intensity as we begin to move together in a single rhythm. It’s so perfect, I want to cry, which is weird since I’m not a crier....like at all. But this man causes emotions in me I can’t even control any more. It’s no use. My walls are down. He’s knocked them down one by one...there’s only one left, and I don’t really know if I can say the words...not yet.
We keep moving, not speaking. We occasionally let out soft moans, loud moans, grunts, and I think I even hear him growl some more. But we never take our eyes off each other until I’m so close to the edge, I’m delirious. He suddenly grabs my ass and pulls me up, creating deeper penetration and all it takes is one more thrust.
“Oh Edward...oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhh, Holy fucking SHIT!” I’m experiencing what has to be the most incredible orgasm of my entire existence and I can’t even see straight anymore, so I close my eyes to try to regain control.
“No No No, baby...look at me....LOOK.AT.ME.” He commands, and my eyes flick open to see his emerald eyes dark with possession and adoration. It only takes him a few more uneven thrusts before he stills and grunts out loud and spills into me.
“FUCK! BELLLLLLAAAA....Shit...you’re everything, baby...everything.”
Wow.
I can’t even...
We’re both panting, sweating, and kissing into each other’s necks, coming down from our highs until we’re snuggled against each other, holding each other like each of us is the other’s life preserver. I shiver, which Edward notices, grabbing a throw from the foot of the bed and covering us with one hand, while his other hand circles around my waist and grabs my ass.
He breaks the silence. “Wow. I don’t even have the words...”
“You and me both,” I chuckle lightly against his chest as my hand draws lazy patterns there and on his stomach.
“Jasper will be here in a bit. Unfortunately, we can’t really stay like this much longer.”
I say the next sentence without having to think about it.
“Stay with me tonight.”
“What?” He sounds intrigued.
“It’s your turn. I did the overnight bag thing in London, now you get a bag together and take it to my place before we head out, and stay with me tonight.” I almost beg. Almost.
He arches a brow in response and The Smirk starts to make an appearance. I want to kiss it off his face...so I do.
~*~*~*~EtS~*~*~*~
A while later, we’re re-dressed and Edward has his bag at the door as we wait for his cousin, Jasper, to arrive from the airport. I’ve already sent a text to Alice and Rose, updating them on our ETA so we’re good to go.
We’re sitting on the sofa watching TV when the doorbell rings. Edward springs up in excitement and practically runs to the door. I look over my shoulder to see if I can catch a glimpse of the infamous Jasper.
“Hey, cuz! What’s shakin’?!” Jasper’s voice sounds deep and sultry, like butter...you’d think it was genetic, until you remember they’re not blood-related.
They enter into what can only be described as a ‘bro-hug’, patting each other’s back with loud smacks repeatedly. They’re laughing now as they share some hushed conversation. As Edward leads him into the living room, I can better take in the figure before me. Jasper is one hot motherfucker. Tall, toned, with shaggy blondish hair, grey, almost steel colored eyes and a smile to die for. And his Southern accent. God Damn. I rise from my seat and plaster the silliest grin on my face; Edward notices and narrows his eyes at me in challenge. Oops. Busted ogling a family member. Can’t be good.
“Jasper, this is Bella Swan. Bella, I’d like you to meet my cousin, Jasper Whitlock. He’s like a brother to me. Played college soccer with me at WF.” He sounds proud. I smile.
“Jasper, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Likewise, Ms. Swan. Edward here mentioned how beautiful you were, but I see he’s paid you a great injustice. You are mighty stunning; I can see why our boy here is so smitten,” he says taking the hand I’ve offered in greeting and turning it toward him where he kisses it. I have just one word for Jasper Whitlock: Swoon.
After exchanging pleasantries, we make our way to a cab towards my place with just enough time for me to get dressed and meet our friends at the pool bar. Jasper’s never been to the city and he’s really excited to be hanging out with the locals. He’s a really nice guy. A little cocky, but once again...it seems to run in the family somehow.
As I rejoin the boys who are watching TV in my living room, I let them know I’m ready to go as I watch both pairs of eyes roam from my head to my feet and back up again. Jasper looks appreciative of the view, Edward looks like he’s about to throw me over his shoulder and have his way with me back in my bedroom.
Tonight’s going to be very interesting. I can feel it.
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