5. What the Fuck?

A VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO MY BETAS

Nicole aka Pattypattz

Dianne aka rdmickey1989

WHO SOMEHOW MANAGE TO MAKE THIS CHAPTER BETTER THAN IT WAS.

I know I had planned on posting the epilogue of EEK but it has been one hell of a long week with working every day for ten to twelve hours and I promise it will be up by the end of this weekend.
I also have decided that after Shhhhh... is complete I have decided to do a sequel to EEK.
It will be called The Misadventures of an Eternal Kiss and I am going to focus not so much on just Bella and Edward but Bella and Edward and his wacked out family! There will be lemons but most of it is going to be experiences they have to endure with the Cullen's their first couple of years in Las Vegas as newlyweds.
I hope you will all still be interested in reading it when this story is over...
As always Thanks for all the love you guys give for this...and now...I will shut up! Go read! lol...



Shhhhh…..

Chapter 5

What the fuck?

***Edward***

Once Emmett had left the club with Isabella and Rosalie, I went through my office rearranging every picture that had been tampered with. I then proceeded to go down to the playroom, and locked it all up making sure everything was secure before leaving. I flew out of the club as quickly as possible, so that I did not have to stop and converse with anyone. I was in no mood to mingle, nor was I in the mood to deal with Alice at this moment, because right now more than anything I wanted to bend that little munchkin over my knee and spank the hell out of her for allowing Bella Swan’s membership into my elite club.

I smiled at Cherry as I approached her. I really loved this fucking car.

I climb inside Cherry, and I swear to God I hear her sigh, as my body relaxes into the driver’s seat. That new car smell mixed with the scent of fine Italian leather was as erotic to me as the seductive scent of a female in the peak of her arousal. I reach over, flipped my onboard computer on, log in, and bring up my tracking program to key in the locater number for Emmett’s Jeep. Immediately it returns the signal and once he has stopped I jot down the address. I start up Cherry, revving her engine a few times to let her roar, and then let off the gas, as she idles into a quiet purr for me.

“That’s it baby. Purr for daddy.”

I grin as her dash glows in a crimson color in the darkness of night. This particular model is the Aventador, and is known as the most courageous of all bulls. I speed,off towards Lincoln Park.  I go from zero to one hundred in two point nine seconds. When Cherry responds to me, I swear to God I get a fucking hard on.  

I am sure that Bella will stay with her friend tonight. In my opinion, any human that can’t handle their elixirs, should not drink.

I chuckle at the thought, since it can also be said of certain Vampires.  

I drive a few blocks over, park around the corner far enough away so that I am not spotted by my brother and wait for Emmett to leave.

I sit here and watch as my brother’s locator icon moves across town and I know exactly where he is headed.

Angela’s.

When I first met her, she was a shy, timid girl, but it was as if one day she became  someone else all together, and it did not take a rocket scientist to figure out that Angela started experimenting with a dangerous drug. This drug is what the Volturi family was now producing and distributing all over town.

In my opinion it was fucking stupid and risky to be producing, and dealing something so dangerous. I believe they are not thinking about the implications because they were to rapped up in their own greed. It was only a matter of time though before this drug fell into the wrong hands.

They took the drug ecstasy and added one unique ingredient. Vampire Venom. This single ingredient changed the whole effects of the drug. It basically stripped a human of any inhibitions they had sexually and gave them a strong desire for sex.

Actually, that isn’t really the best description for the effect. It gave them a strong desire so untamed, that all they wanted to do was fuck, and fuck hard!

I know the effects it had on Angela because one night while I was alone at the club closing up, she came in looking for Emmett.

Even with my strength, you would have thought that it would have been easy to keep a petite girl like Angela from trying to assault me sexually. It was anything but pleasant. She was my brother’s black swan and I was not about to betray that trust with him.

I could have taken her down to my playroom, and done anything I wanted to her because it was a well-known fact that Angela has always had a thing for me. Not only could I hear her thoughts about what she wanted to do with me but also she had made several attempts to tempt me with her blood before she had Emmett. When I realized she was high I called him up to have him come and tame his little lascivious Tasmanian devil down.

Emmett’s jeep stopped exactly where I thought it would and I was not surprised. I am too fucking and rarely do I ever misinterpret my brothers intentions. He is a hell of a lot like me and we are both proud fucking perverts. I make no excuses for it. I am what I am just as he is what he is. We are fucking Cullen men after all. We may not be blood related but our minds are oddly on the save wave length. 

Over the course of the next couple of hours, I sit here listening to Mozart while I do a quick search for Isabella Swan using Google.

I am reasonably sure that Peter is doing the very same thing, but he has access to sources that I pay him top dollar for in the line of work that he does.

Isabella Swan’s name returns ten pages of results and I chuckle to myself thinking that Peter was right. Three links out of those ten pages are without a doubt about her because attached to the stories includes photos of her and her parents with the story from her hometown local newspaper.  

Wednesday August 2009 Arizona Sun News - The baseball world has suffered a tremendous loss today. Phil Dwyer coach for the Diamondbacks baseball team and his wife Rene were killed in a plane crash out of Phoenix enroute to the next away game for the team. The plane went down over the high desert and the cause of the crash is still under investigation. Witnesses say they heard the plane engine sputter and then smoke began to billow out of the right side of the cabin area.

“It comes with great sadness that we have lost one of the best coaches we have ever had.” The owner for the Diamondbacks gave a statement. “We will mourn the loss of Phil Dwyer, but I ask that each and every team member remember there is  a little girl is in need of a tremendous amount of support right now. Isabella is only sixteen and she has lost both of her parents today in this awful tragedy. She is and will always be considered a part of this huge family of ours. Isabella is staying with friends right now, but we need to offer support in anyway we can for her, because we are all the family she has left. Thank you.”

Staring at the photograph of Isabella when she was so fucking young and knowing she is now all alone in this world throws me for a loop. I do not know what it is about this girl that has my world suddenly spinning out of my control, but I know that something about her is just not, quite right. I don’t like feeling like this at all. It is as if I have no control over myself. I am feeling insurmountable and it is driving me crazy.

No human should have this type of influence over me, and in the past no human ever has.

I scroll down to the next entry that is an update on the original story.

Tuesday October 2009 Arizona Sun News – Today Isabella Swan the stepdaughter of the late Phil Dwyer former coach of the Arizona Diamondbacks was granted a hearing to be emancipated from the foster care system. Isabella lost her parents in a plane crash that was determined to have been an accident due to electrical malfunctions within the cockpit. An electrical fire brought the plane down over the high desert in late summer and left Isabella an orphan and a ward of the state. However, a law student took up an interest in Isabella’s case and helped her to file a motion to release her from the state since she is financially stable enough to take care of herself, and she believes that Isabella is better able to care for herself than if she were to be lost into the system. It was learned today that Isabella was an honor student and took advanced placement classes with a 4.0 gpa. Rosalie Hale, the law student, issued a statement today.

“I am elated that they have decided to listen to her side and allow her to take back control of her life. Isabella is far too intelligent and very capable of being in control of her inheritance as well as her own life. She may be only sixteen, but you would swear she was thirty if you spent any real time with her. She really needs to be removed from foster care. I have worried about her care every single day and I will fight for her even if I have to adopt her myself.”

It was then asked how old Miss Hale was. “I am twenty. I know I may not be old enough to drink but I am a law student and I know what her rights are as I do mine. There is nothing that says you have to be thirty to adopt someone.”

Isabella’s hearing is set to be heard in one month.   

I then clicked the follow up link.

Monday November 2009 Arizona Sun News – “If there was ever a time of year to be thankful this would be one of those times. I am very Thankful to Rosalie Hale and my extended family with the Arizona Diamondbacks Baseball team, who helped me gain my freedom to live my own life.”

Those are the words of Isabella Swan today as she stood out front of the Phoenix courthouse where she was released from the state of Arizona’s Children’s Protective Services Department.

We reported the misfortune of the daughter of the late Phil Dwyer in a story done in October.  

Isabella was emancipated after a four-month long fight for her life in a system that could have swallowed her up.

After losing her parents in a tragic plane crash, the sixteen year old barely had time to grieve before CPS came into her friend’s home, ripped her out of her world, and threw her into the foster care system.

“I was genuinely worried for this poor girl because she should have been given the time to be allowed to grieve among the extended family and friends she had left. It took everything we had to be able to get them to release her just to go to her own mother’s funeral and that is when I snapped into action. The system didn’t seem to care that she had just lost her only family and the Arizona Diamondback baseball team and I fought for her. She deserves this.”

Rosalie Hale followed up before ushering Isabella off to an undisclosed location fighting off the press and the photographers.

For Isabella Swan today was truly a day of giving Thanks.

 

I do the calculations in my head. Isabella Swan is just barely eighteen years old.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh at the reality of just how fucking young and innocent she really is. Now, I have to do everything within my power to get her cell phone away from her.

For another long hour, I endure hearing every word inside every home around me while I sit here impatiently waiting for Isabella and Rosalie to go to bed.

Once I am certain, and notice that all the lights are out, I utilize the tree next to a second story window and with vampire speed I am entering the house through the second story window that is cracked open. Thankfully the room I enter is empty and I do not waste any time seeking out Isabella’s cell phone. I have to go down a huge staircase and into the front room and once I have it, I slip it into my pocket and grip the banister to make my way back up and out the window I had come in. Then out of nowhere, the damn mother-fucking phone starts to blast out some God-awful country western song.

Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip
    I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip
                       'Cause I'm a redneck woman
                                I ain't no high class broad
                                      I'm just a product of my raising
                                                  I say, 'hey ya'll' and 'yee-haw'
Shit!

She cannot be serious with this fucking song can she? Who the fuck picks that kind of ring tone?

                                                      And I keep my Christmas lights on
                                                                   On my front porch all year long
                                                     And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
                                                                  So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
                                                   Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah

I nearly smack my head in utter disbelief. Oh yeah, that is a classy ring tone you have on your phone Miss Swan.

I try to silence the ringing, while attempting desperately not to laugh my Goddamn ass off at the ridiculous tune it is blaring out in the silent night.

Fuck!

 

Growing agitated that the fucker is still ringing, because the damn thing is locked, I have no choice but to run and put it back in her purse and bolt to hide behind the dining room door. I hear Isabella pad across the floor in my direction to answer it and I peer at her through the crack in the door I am hiding behind.

“What the hell do you want at this time of morning?”

“Where are you?”

“Well if it was any of your business, I would tell you, but it isn’t, so if you will excuse me I would like to go back to sleep.”

“You know Bella this isn’t like you! You didn’t leave a note.”

“Jessica. You are not my mother. I am a grown adult now and I can take care of myself.”

“I know I just worry.”

“Well stop. You sure the hell aren’t going to call me when you move out.”

She is pacing back and forth just on the other side of the door and my eyes drop down to her sexy little bare toes  as they slap against the cold hard floor.

Fuck! Are you kidding me? Sexy bare toes? Seriously? What the fuck is wrong with me?

I take in her long bare legs that lead me up to one round little ass that is covered in a pair of white cotton panties with a matching tank top. Her skin glows from the moonlight as it shines in through the back windows of the house that is all glass. Suddenly, I realize she could see my reflection if she moved to look out of them. I try to hide further, but it is no use.

“Did you finally get laid Bella is that it? You’re at some random one night stand’s house?”

“Fuck you Jessica. Goodnight!” Isabella hangs up the phone and throws it in her purse growling at it before she heads to the kitchen.

I swallow the pool of venom and my gums start to sting in that familiar way.

No! Not now!

I watch her reflection in the glass as she moves about the kitchen to get herself a drink of water.

I cannot believe what my eyes are taking in as I watch every constricting swallow she makes in that sexy as fuck throat of hers. It is smooth, slow, and sensual as she drinks. I have to close my eyes and drop my head back to the wall. The venom is flowing freely and I have to force myself to remain in the shadows while my body is reacting to the hot little human I envision draining my cock in the same manner, savoring every drop.

Bolting my eyes open to stop the hallucination, I cannot help but peruse over that sweet, tight, little body of hers and instantly I notice that her tank top is thin.

Very fucking thin.

The curves of her breasts are outline by the white sheer material that hugs her deliciously. I can make out the pert little buds of her darkened nipples. My eyeteeth retract and I can no longer fight the protrusion of my fangs. My cock twitches and I am at a loss as to why I am getting aroused looking at this human girl.

Exactly how the fuck did I…Edward Cullen end up like this?

I fight the low growl building in my chest as I watch her put the glass in the sink, shutting off the light and she makes her way back down the hall. I breathe a sigh of relief and wait to hear the click of her door, but it never comes.

No Edward, don’t you fucking dare even consider it.

Before I can stop myself, I have left my hiding place and I am peering in to see her. A low hiss erupts from me as I see her bent all the fucking way over!

Holy fucking hell!!!!

She is twisting what looks like a ring on her middle toe and adjusting the damn thing! Her perfect ass is directly in my view and my eyes lock on the round bare ass cheek as one side of her little cotton panty has snaked its way into the crack of her ass. I nearly lose all control and cover my mouth to stop a groan from escaping. As if this wasn’t bad enough I am now forced to watch her as she rises back up and her finger slides under the elastic to reposition her panty.

My frustration builds as I am forced to wait in the shadows while she tortures me with that delicious looking ass. She crawls up onto the bed and reaches for a book.

I hang my head and cannot help but notice my damn dick is standing at full mast ...pointing straight towards heaven. At this point, I am not sure it will ever sleep again and I have to scold him.

Not now! Down boy!

I am almost afraid to look at her again. When I do, a smirk reaches my lips when I realize exactly what little Miss innocent Swan, with that very smackable ass is now reading.

Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty? Seriously? I would not have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.

Move Cullen get out of here before you are caught.

For some reason my feet refuse to move as I watch her chew that delicious fucking bottom lip of hers, making me even harder as she lets out a deep breathe. Her heart thrums to the tune of a hummingbirds wings, and with each beat of her hot, heavy pulse, I feel my cock throb painfully.

I inhale taking her unique sweet scent into my nostrils. Only then it hits me like a wrecking ball. My fangs are already positioned in place, pooling venom into and filling my mouth as it prepares for me to feed on her. What I am seeing is already tormenting me enough. With my heightened senses, her aroma is about to be my undoing. I try and hold my breath, but it is too late. The fucking sweet scent of her arousal is on my tongue teasing me and engulfs all my senses.

Fuck!! Get the fuck out of here. Get the phone and go!

Oh Jesus! What the fuck?

Move Cullen!

For some unknown reason I cannot move and I feel like she has this invisible lasso around me holding me here. Isabella  lays the book down only to grip the hem of her tight, little, tank top, pulling it up ever so fucking slowly over her head. She tosses it to the floor and then leans back on her pillow picking the book back up as she continues to read. Completely entranced, I watch while one hand works her hard rosy nipple between her index finger and her thumb.

I am stunned by my body’s reaction that I want to go in to her and take over for her and work those nipples till she whimpers under my touch. I imagine her body heat must be so divine as it comes off of her in waves against my frozen skin. God then I start imagining what that skin tastes like. I bet it is just as sweet as the scent of her blood. I start to imagine how it would feel to have her perky buds in my mouth, and I am further aroused by my thoughts and her actions.

Damn that’s just fucking sexy!

I find myself struggling, now wanting her hand to move her hand down her body further, and at the same time wishing to God she would stop already.

I should have known better than to ask God for any favors.

She closed the book crawling under the thin white sheet, turning off the light which still doesn’t hinder my eyesight at all of her silhouette bathed in the moonlight. I was relieved at first, but fuck no if she did not just wiggle out of those cotton panties and toss them over with her shirt.

No…God…Please don’t let her do what I think she is going to do. God please NO!

Just go grab the phone so Caius can’t call her and leave Cullen.

“Mmm…..”

Son of a fucking whore! This. Is. Not. Happening!!

It took every ounce of my self-control I have to remain, quiet and get the fuck out of her leaving her to continue doing something I am finding to be the sexiest fucking thing I have ever been a witness to.

I need to get that damned phone and get as far away from here as possible before I do something really stupid.  

“Hmmm…Oh yes…. so good” her heart rate is picking up and her voice gets breathier as if that isn’t enough, she goes and says the one thing she never should.

“Fffffuuuucckkkk……Edward….I want you.”

I am standing here frozen for an agonizingly long minute before I finally turn my head away slowly and wipe the venom leaking down my chin.

Fuck, she is not doing this. It is not real! What do you mean it isn’t real? It isn’t like a dream! You don’t sleep asshole! Get out now!

My breath is coming out in deeper pants as I watch the silhouette of Isabella’s naked body, under the moonlight, moving in her hand between her legs under that thin sheet.

Her breasts are bare in the moonlight, and her hand may be obscured, but I know exactly what she is doing and I can hear how very wet she has become touching herself. She is pleasing herself while her other hand continues to roll her nipple between her fingers. She rolls and then pulls on it repeating the motion over and over. She is getting close, I can tell as my nostrils flare and her scent is magnified ten fold to what it was when she started.

God I wonder what she would think if she were to realize that a perverted vampire is contemplating fucking her every which way to Sunday while standing less than fifteen feet away with his fangs protruding out of his gums and his venom salivating down the tips of his fangs watching her like a fucking perverted peeping Tom.

Actually, make that a perverted peeping Edward. 

Her heart rate has spiked, her back arches, and her juggler is throbbing under that silky looking thin skin of hers as that blue pulsating vein is singing to me. My fangs cause considerable pain as I watch Isabella on the cusp of her orgasm causing my cock to weep for some much needed attention and for a moment, I consider taking it out and actually stroking it.

 

I get a singular moment of definitive strength, and I bolt for the phone yanking the battery out so the damn thing does not ring again while making my way to the first window that I can get too. I slide it open as quietly as possible and leap out and take off running as fast, and far away as I can. I contemplate  with myself about going back and giving her what she wants…what she needs. What I am now struggling with the fact that for some unknown reason I now crave.

She moaned out my fucking name.

Me.

I disengage the alarm and climb into Cherry pulling out my cell phone and tossing hers on the seat next to me and dial.

“Hey Handsome.”

“Penthouse Now!” I bark and hang up, now speeding towards home.

By the time I walked in the front door, I have ripped my clothes off heading for my playroom.

She had better be here.

“Strip and straddle.” I growled as I lower myself down on my chair and Tanya is on me in seconds.

“Turn around.” I demand. I don’t want to look at her. I close my eyes and let my imagination capture a diminutive, brunette riding my cock while the blonde she-bitch from hell attempts to get me off.

It isn’t sexy.

It isn’t hot.

It isn’t fun.

It is a means to an end.

An end that my poor dick desperately needs, relief from the pain and torture that this  human vixen Isabella Swan is unleashing upon him without even knowing she is doing it.

With my eyes clenched tightly, I have visions of her riding my cock like a fucking cowgirl would ride a bronco bull. 

What the fuck is she doing to me?

Tanya turns around, straddles my lap once more, and begins to kiss me on the neck, while licking on me. My body stiffens. “What the fuck are you doing?” I grip her hips and pull her off my neck.

Looking at me she replies, “Just kissing on you. You taste so yummy.” She bats her lashes that are overly done with mascara at me.  

“Tanya you know I don’t fucking kiss my subs.”

“Is that all I am to you after all this?” she stands up screeching and my cock slaps back against my stomach.

“That is all you have ever been to me. Fuck Tanya, you do not think I know you want me to fucking fall madly in love with you. Jesus, I hear it in your goddamn head every time we are together! I told you before I am not; I repeat NOT mating with you. I can have any female I want and you should damn well know that I have no intention of settling down. I have not settled down in the past hundred plus years, and I am certain that my cock likes having new flavors to experience every month as he always has in the past. So get the fuck over it. I am not being an ass any more than I have ever been before. You knew this shit from the start. So, knock off your Lovey-dovey bullshit, and sit your ass back down on my cock and ride me hard.  Get me off, or get the fuck out of my house and out of my life.”

She crosses her arms over her chest while cocking her hip to the side standing there naked. I will not deny she is beautiful, but this is so not happening.

“Fuck this shit! Get out!” I yell and storm off to my bedroom slamming the door behind me.

I head straight for the shower and look down at my poor cock. I almost feel like I have to apologize to him for subjecting him to her snatch.

“Fuck.” I scowl and climb in the shower to wash her scent off me and hear the door slam as she takes her leave.

“Get the fuck over it bitch.” I growl under my breath and lean back against the tile and let the hot water warm my body for a few short minutes. I close my eyes, imagining Isabella naked, fondling herself, and all I see are big, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. She infiltrates my mind and she will not leave.

I swear to God I can even hear her moaning in my head on a constant loop.

Damn it, shit, and fucking hell! I feel like I am trapped in my own fucking hell!

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