The alarm went off
entirely way to early. Erm, rather, alarms…Bella set like five of them. Plus a wakeup
call. Paranoid much? She shot me a glare and went about her
business of getting ready. I drove us to the rink and we spent the morning
going over the new footwork for our Carmina
routine that Liam suggested. We also had my former choreographer come and look
at our programs. Maggie, the petite Irish red-head, was flummoxed at what we
performed for her. Her mouth was hanging open, gaping like a cod. Bella laughed
quietly while I gently closed her mouth with my finger.
That must have
broken the spell and Maggie squealed like a pig on crack. She tackled me to the
ice saying that I was finally the skater that she envisioned. She then hopped up
and pulled Bella into a tight embrace, kissing her cheeks. Bella didn’t know
what to think at Maggie’s antics. She just accepted her praise with a look of
confusion.
Carlisle, Rose and
Emmett had arrived at this point. Jasper was sleeping off an anxiety pill
stupor from flying. Apparently Jasper didn’t like being in an enclosed tube
with wings for multiple hours at a time. More fodder to tease him with along
with his penchant to wear Alice’s underwear. Speaking of Alice, she was already
at Harrod’s, shopping to her little heart’s content. She has an illness.
Thank goodness Bella is not like that. Doesn’t spend money frivolously.
We went out for
lunch as a group and then spent the afternoon working over our programs until
they were in muscle memory. Thankfully, the short program was in the evening
tomorrow and we’d have time to recuperate. Liam wanted to work out with Emmett.
They tried to convince me to go, but I was reminded that Bella and I were going
to have dinner with my mom. We drove back to the hotel and showered. Together.
Bella gave me a mischievous glint before she took my cock into her mouth.
I grunted and came
violently in her mouth. It was unexpected but welcome surprise. I went to
return the favor but Bella swatted my hands away. She said that it was all
about me. I’d been spoiling her with all of the orgasms I’d been dishing out.
It was my turn to be spoiled.
Fuck yeah, Eddie! We’ll take her pussy, with a side order of her mouth
and a dabble of her hands for good measure.
This isn’t a fucking
fast food joint, assholes.
So?
I thought you guys
were silent. For good.
Nope. You’re stuck with our demented inner-musings, Eddie-kins.
God damn it!
We’re also having in depth conversations with Bella’s ovaries. They’re
just as demented as we are. If not more. We’re a match made in gonad heaven.
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