“I think three times was a bit much, Edward,” Bella said as she stretched out on the ground. “My legs are on fire.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” Edward quipped, gripping his ankle while he loosened up his quad muscles. Crouching down, he nuzzled her neck. “In fact, you were the one who kept asking, begging me to fuck you harder.”
Bella’s core clenched and she moaned. She smacked at him. “Behave, Cullen,” she panted. “How are you not tired? And sore?”
“Oh, I’m sore,” he laughed. “My ass hurts.”
“Why?”
“Thrusting uses my glute muscles,” he snickered. The race organizers called out for people to line up for the start of the race. He held out a hand to Bella and she took it. He easily lifted her to her feet. He adjusted his iPhone around his bicep to make sure it wouldn’t fall and he draped his earbuds over his shoulders. “You ready, beautiful?”
“Have you heard from the boys?” she asked. She checked her own phone, wrinkling her nose that her children hadn’t even responded to her texts.
“They’re not happy about being up so early, but they’re at the finish line,” Edward said. Along with a few other important people.
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