“With all that’s happened, Uncle
Jimmy’s diner going up in flames, your illness and us moving, I didn’t want to
think that I was using your body for sex, Bella,” I said, brushing my fingers
along her cheeks. “I miss you, too. I miss sliding into your hot, wet, tight pussy.”
“Oh, fuck me,” she whimpered.
“I will … tonight, after I take
you out to dinner. Our last dinner in the city, for at least the foreseeable
future,” I quipped, kissing her deeply. She melted against me, nibbling on my
lower lip. I pulled away and she pouted adorably. “Now, let me help you finish
packing. I’m done with what I needed to get done.” I searched through the
closet and pulled out a navy-blue dress. It looked similar to the dress she’d
worn on our first date. “Wear this tonight … no panties.” Her eyes widened. I
kissed her and walked away, grabbing the wardrobe box from storage.
We worked together, emptying out
the closet. When it was just filled with the bare minimum for both of us, the
boxes were loaded up in a rental truck, along with my various guns and
weaponry, Bella’s boxes of kitchenware and Jacob drove them up to the new
house. While Bella took a shower, I made reservations at same restaurant we’d
had our first date. I also spoke with Jasper, arranging for a limo from our
fleet of cars. One with a privacy screen …
If you catch my drift … Limo sex
was fucking hot.
I wanted a redo for our first date.
Yes, it was almost nine months in the making, but I wanted to woo my future
wife, like I should have when we
first met. I was too hasty in making my indecent proposal. Yes, Bella had
forgiven me and we were now moving forward, creating a wonderful life together,
but I wanted, I needed to fix our past.
As Bella got ready, I put on a
suit and added my requisite protection. Jasper came up, dressed like a limo
driver, wearing all black. “Where’s your wife?”
“She’s working tonight,” he
answered. “Emily, Garrett’s sister, is on tonight, too. I’ve got a couple of
guys acting like orderlies. They’re safe.”
“Good,” I nodded. “Any word
about Royce or Stephan?”
“Nope. And Vicky packed up,
moving back home to her mother in Omaha as of week ago,” Jasper said. “Your
father was a scary mother fucker when he talked to her. She got a haircut
courtesy of Carlisle. The woman is damn near bald.”
“Tell me about it,” I snorted.
“It’s how he got so far as the head of the family. He’s got a cool head, but he
can be brutal when dispensing out punishments. Do I need to remind you about
that douche who we caught? The one he cut off …”
“Yes, Boss,” Jasper choked out,
cupping his manly bits. “Would you do that?”
“If it was warranted, yes,” I
nodded firmly, cracking my knuckles. “Now, we’re coming back here tonight, but
tomorrow, we’re officially moving into the new house.”
“Sounds good. I’ll stay here,
and make sure that the Fortress and your condo are locked up tight,” Jasper
said, swinging the car keys. “And once I get Alice to look at our new home,
I’ll talk with Bella and Esme about decorating it. I love my wife, but she’s
more interested in the medical side of things. She was looking at surgical
instruments and crazy shit for her new clinic. I suggested she move her stuff
from Carlisle and Esme’s basement, but she said that it was necessary to keep
it there. She said you never know when you’re going to need medical attention.”
He shrugged, giving me a wry smile. “I’m going to pull around the limo. And
Boss, don’t ruin the upholstery.”
“It’s my car and if I want to
ruin the upholstery, I will,” I said, arching a brow dangerously.
“But, you don’t have to clean
it,” Jasper grumbled. I crossed my arms and he held up his hands, leaving the
condo. Wise decision.
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