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Bella Gets Her Truck Fixed
This is sort of a continuation of "Bella and Edward make a Lemon Meringue Pie." You don't have to read the first story to get this one, but it is one of my favorites. Everyone knows that Edward broke Bella's truck. In the beginning of that story Edward teases Bella about her broken truck sitting at Charlie's and she vows to herself to get it fixed. I hadn't originally planned to continue the story, but I thought it might be fun to see if Bella could get her truck fixed without Edward finding out. Rated M for multiple lemons.
3. Chapter 3
Word Count 3558
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It seemed like seconds rather than minutes that I nervously watched Edward walk casually around to the front porch from the back yard. I stayed standing on the first step, pleased that I wouldn't need to be on tiptoes to reach him. He took only my hand in his, kissing my wrist, then gliding his nose up my bare arm until his lips return to me once more at my shoulder.
I blushed and leaned in to inhale his sweet scent, reaching out with my free hand to touch his face, to ease the physical pain of his absence that I only just now had become aware of.
He looked up. His golden eyes tore through me like wildfire. He dropped my hand, lifting me off the stairs crushing me to his chest. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck, my lips sang with joy as they connected with his. As good as his smell was, his taste was even better. I controlled my desperate desire to pull my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. There were neighbors.
"I missed you so much Mrs. Cullen." Edward murmured in my ear as he gave me a moment to catch my breath.
"I missed you too Mr. Cullen." I panted.
We stayed glue together for an immeasurable moment. Thirty-six hours without his touch, it seemed like a lifetime. Finally, he set me back on my feet.
"Ready to go home?" I asked nervously.
"Absolutely." he replied looking around "Where's you car?"
I took a deep breath. Time to face the music. "My vehicle is over there." I nodded to the curb.
His eyes followed the direction of my chin confused, searching for the Volvo or maybe the Mercedes. One eyebrow lifted. "Who moved your truck?"
"You knew I was getting it towed this week."
"Four and a half feet?"
"No, it was a bit farther than that." I said trying to sound, nonchalant. "I drove it back here."
He stood immobile for a few seconds as my words sank in. Then he shook his head, a wide smile growing across his face and lighting up his eyes.
"Dowling's garage said that something had happened to the gas line. He told me details, but you know me, I'm not much of a mechanic." I continued innocently, knowing by the look on his face that he wasn't in any way angry. "It cost a bit more than it should have. I told him I needed it done really fast. I don't know exactly how much though. I didn't look at the bill"
"I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that Alice didn't see any shoes."
"Oh, she may have... among other things."
He continued to shake his head in amazement, possibly too stunned to speak, taking me by the hand and walking toward the pickup.
"You can drive us home if you like." I offered, feeling generous
"I believe I will take you up on that." He opened the driver side door. I climbed in and scooted over to make room for him.
It was officially dark as we left the town limits, heading down the highway toward home. The clouds finally gave up the moisture they had held all day. But it wasn't rain, more like a clammy mist dewing against the windshield. The side windows fogged up quickly from the dampness of night, the truck's defrosters unable to keep up. Edward hummed along to the oldies station that was on the last time the pickup was running. Old truck, old tunes he always joked, insisting that we didn't need to listen to anything modern while tooling around in it.
I laid my head against his shoulder and he looked down, his grin vanishing only long enough to kiss the top of my head. It was the first time it had left his face since he stepped into the truck. The vibration of the old motor swept up my shoulder from my right hand that intertwined with his resting on the gearshift. My other hand lay relaxed on his thigh. I was at peace, chugging down the road at a reasonable speed, no stupid fancy console separating his side from mine. The denim of his jeans felt especially good against my bare leg this evening. I brushed my fingers along the material, taking in the slight roughness of it, wondering how soon we would be home so I could have my fingers on what lay beneath. As I stroked the fabric, I widened my arc, reaching out further, running a finger along the inseam, and then absently began to massage the hard muscle that lay hidden underneath.
Edward shifted slightly and exhaled with a low groan at my side. I looked up at his face. He wore an odd, yet contented expression staring down at my hand. Wrapped up in my own personal bliss, it dawned on me the reason.
"Sorry," I said pulling my hand from his lap. I had not realized how far up his thigh my hand had drifted.
"I hardly mind." My eyes involuntarily went straight to his fly and I giggled. Hard not hardly seemed a much more appropriate a word for the bulge that now strained against his jeans.
"I know," I smiled, "but you are driving my truck. We wouldn't want you distracted and drive into in a ditch, especially after just getting back on the road."
He chuckle, but did not reply, probably thinking the idea was too absurd to comment on.
My nose ran up and down his arms, inhaling his sweet scent. Shifting to my knees in the bench seat, I worked my way higher… his shoulder, his collarbone. I moved to the edge of his jaw. Surprisingly Edward, who rarely kept his eyes on the road, held his head rigidly straight, the smile that once adorned his face replace by another expression I couldn't quite describe. His chest rose unevenly under the hand that ran down the front of him. My fingers crawled inside the t-shirt he wore with the long sleeves pushed up to his elbows, reaching in and touching his cool chest. The muscles of his stomach tightened as I grazed my nails across them. Moving higher inside my own personal playground I combed lightly through the dozen or so dark hairs nesting in the middle of his chest. My teeth began to tug on his ear and out of the corner of my eye I saw that he had just gone past our road.
"Edward," He shuttered as I whispered in his ear. "I'm not distracting you, am I?"
"No." he mouthed.
"You just just passed the turn to the house. I didn't realize we weren't going home."
His smile returned and he drove another half mile, then pulled the truck over onto a wide flat berth along side the road, and pushed the seat back as far as it would go. Already on my knees it was an easy move to climb on top of him. He reach past me and turned the engine off, but left the radio on as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Now, what is so awful about my truck that you felt the need to break it?" I kept my eyes closed, rubbing my nose against his, my tongue reaching out and licking the tip. It was easier to tease him if I didn't have to look into his eyes.
"No cramped… little… bucket… seats…" I whispered at his mouth, feeling my heart pounding up against his heaving his chest. "And don't you think…" I panted, "…that built in cup holders… are unnecessary? I mean really... what's a vampire going to do with those anyhow?"
"I believe I am re-evaluating this fine American made vehicle."
I braided my fingers into his tousle of bronze hair, pulling my mouth to his, savoring my victory.
It surprised me that I heard the music, distracted as I was. But I couldn't help but giggle into Edward's lips as The Carpenters came on.
He pulled back from my face. "What's so funny?"
"Muskrat Love? Quite the classic"
He moved his lips to my ear and began to sing softly, rocking us gently to the music.
Muskrat Susie, muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug out in muskrat land…
How could something so silly sound so sexy coming from his lips? I was getting wet just listening to him.
"And they whirred and they tangoed
Singin' and jinglin' the jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
Looks like Muskrat love…"
I pushed his shoulders back against the seat and silenced him with my lips. The music continued on and our lips move together in time with it.
And now he's ticklin' her fancy
Rubbin' her toes
Muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes…
My fingers were at the hem of his shirt. Edward pulled my hands away, raising them to the cab ceiling as he lifted my tank top over my head. Every part of me was damp. Sweat ran down my neck and back. Moist droplets beaded between my breasts, falling and catching in the band of my bra. Without the motor running the windshield and windows quickly became obscured in the fog of my respiration. Headlights lit the cab up briefly as a car passed us by, but Edward did not appear to notice it.
And they whirred and they tangoed
Singin' and jinglin' the jango…
My heart was hammering at three times the beat of the music. My top lay on the dashboard and I began to rub my self against him. I reached down to his belt and he let out a low growl that made the painful wet throbbing in between my legs intensify.
If I could only get past his buckle and the snap of his jeans… I growled to myself in frustration.
There wasn't enough room for my sweaty fingers to work. My body ached for some kind of release. Selfishly, I abandoned my efforts with his pants and began to grind against him. He grabbed the back of hair, underneath my ponytail, roughly pushing me against the steering wheel, wrapping his lips around my throat and moving against me through our clothes. His aggressiveness was what sent me over the edge and I came gasping, caught off guard by its suddenness.
He pulled me back into his chest
"I'm sorry about that." Edward panted in my ear.
"Sorry about what?"
"I got a little bit out of control." He bowed his head in shame.
"Edward," I grinned and kissed his forehead. "Did you hear me complaining?"
"It was just too confined a space, no ventilation, the scent of your… your…" The one side of his face curled up in a sheepish grin, "…too intense."
I thrilled to the fact that I had driven him a little out of his safe zone. "You have nothing to be sorry for." I reached over and began to crank the driver's side window open.
"I'm the one who should feel sorry. I just couldn't wait any longer"
"For my clumsy fingers to get your pants off." As flush as my skin was, I could feel a new wave of heat spreading across my cheeks.
Edward barked out a laugh. "I want to be clear on this point. You are apologizing for giving me a lap dance?"
I snorted at his choice of words and nodded.
"Apology accepted. Now…" he grinned wickedly. "if you want to make it up to me, I can handle my own zipper."
My bra was added to the dashboard's collection. He twisted his body, with me still on top and laid me down against the seat. He laughed as I clawed at his shirt with one hand and reached over my head to the passenger side window crank with the other. Pulling my hand away, he lifted the door handle, pushing it wide open. The night had finally begun to cool down a little. The cross breeze from the driver's window reinvigorated me.
"How come you didn't get your dome light fixed?" he murmured into my ear.
"Didn't think of it."
"I'll do it tomorrow myself."
His hands, no longer cool due to their constant contact with me, slid under the elastic of my jogging shorts and panties, moving from side to side to get them past my thighs. I awkwardly pulled one leg out and he chuckled as I caught my flip flop in my shorts. His jeans weren't off, but they were down far enough. My heartbeat, which never had returned to normal, revved to full throttle. I could feel him against me, about to fill me…
"Shit." He snarled under his breath as his body went rigid.
Suddenly I was upright, my bra and shirt in my lap.
"Put those back on." He commanded in a strained voice.
"What is it?"
"Deputy Mark," he half growled, pulling his arms back through their sleeves. "just came over the crest of the hill... he recognized the truck."
"Damn it." I muttered. Wet and sticky, I didn't even try to put my bra back on. I shoved it in the glove box, scooted my shorts and panties back where the belonged and threw my shirt over my head.
"Where the hell is my shoe?"
Edward handed my flip flop snickering. "Your shirts on inside out... backwards too" He took in my horrified expression. "Go quick. You got about eight second left."
I readjusted my shirt just in the nick of time. As Edward surmised, the police cruiser didn't drive by. It pulled up right behind the truck, its headlights filling the cab with diffused light. Deputy Mark got out.
"Hey, Edward, Bella. Problem with your truck?"
I began to self consciously fixing my hair. My ponytail, partly pulled out, hung at an odd angle off to the side of my head. With shaky fingers I tried to slick the sweaty hair that clung to the sides of my face back into the elastic band.
"No, Bella just dropped something on the floor and I pulled over to help her find it." Edward replied smoothly
"The dome light's burnt out."
My eyes scanned the dark floor of my truck for anything that I could use as evidence. Deputy Mark pulled his flashlight from his belt and pointed it in. I caught a glimpse of a crumpled grocery receipt tucked part way under the floor mat.
"There it is." I said diving for it and smacking my head on the dash. The glove box popped open and my pink bra spilled out. I clumsily shove it back in slamming the door, a chunk of the strap still hanging out.
Edward reached across me, pulling the dirty strip of paper out from the floor and handing it to me, his eyes swimming in amusement and his lips pressed tight together.
"Thanks for the light." I muttered to Deputy Mark. My face felt like it was about to spontaneously combust. His eyes averted mine, his expression mirroring my husbands.
"Any time." He could not maintain his neutral pose as he spoke, the corners of his lips twitching. "You two drive home safe now." I could hear him chuckling as he turned back to his car, his hand waving in retreat.
My hands covered my face in embarrassment. Edward laughed, reaching across me to shut my door and started the engine.
"Could have been worse." He said, readjusting the seat and pulling me back again to his side before turning the truck around and heading back to our road. My hands hadn't moved from my face.
"At least it wasn't Chief Swan." He pried my hands from my face, kissing them one by one and sitting them on my lap. I snuggle up close to him, under his shoulder and sighed with relief at words.
A compilation of bad disco finished off our ride home. I thought about changing the station, however my arm was rebelling, refusing to move from around her.
My despotism knew no bounds. Forever was I treating her like a child, choosing what I thought was right for her, not caring about her feelings or opinions. Yes, this truck was old and ran down, but it was hers and she loved it. Who was I to take it away from her? I would make it my mission to do better.
We pulled into our yard.
…and now by special request, this is Nat King Cole with "Unforgettable"
It was a new voice announcing. The night shift guy had arrived. He was one of my favorites.
I was about to shut off the truck and carry her into the house, instead I cut the motor, leaving the radio on once more. I opened the door as the piano intro began, pulling her into my arms.
Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more
My hand was at the nape of her neck, releasing her mane of chestnut hair from its restraints. We swayed beside the open door to timeless music, both caught up in the perfection of the song.
Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too
She pulled me closer to the cab, stepping up on the running board. Her face bent down to mine. One arm remained around my neck holding us together, the other reaching behind the seat, pulling at the old quilt she kept back there for emergencies.
"Spread this out on the ground beside the truck." She cooed.
I turned my back to her and laid the blanket on the thick damp grass. My eyes grew wide as I turn to face to her again, sitting in the open door of the truck, completely naked. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and took her back into my arms. Yes, truly unforgettable. Her soft yielding breast pressed up against my bare chest, the curve of her arm, reaching up and stroking my cheek, her heart shaped face straining to reach mine, her chocolate eyes, hungering for me as much as I was for her.
I laid us down on our makeshift bed, our limbs a tangle of fire and ice melting together as one. I rolled her onto her back, and lay between her loins, moving down her body, tasting every piece of her I could find. Her heart pounded and her body trembled as my fingers played inside her and my mouth crawled over her hard nipples and past her navel to join them.
"No Edward," she begged tugging on my hair. "I need you inside me… right now."
I froze for a moment to contain my self, and then my hands grabbed her by her hips and slid her down the blanket toward me and plunge myself into her.
We both gasped from relief. It had been two full days since I had been inside her, felt her heart beat inside my own. Still fused within her pulsating body, I rolled her up on to my chest and she started to rock herself over me. My fingers, moving in time with her, curved around the supple flesh of her backside as her wet body slid over top mine. Her hands pushed against my chest, raising herself to her knees. My hands shifted to her small waist, my eyes taking in the love of my existence, panting and grunting with exertion on top of me. Her eyes were closed and her head angled back, legs trembling against my sides, fingers seizing my forearms.
"Look at me." I pleaded.
Her head rocked forward, her eyes bore into mine dark and ravenous.
"You are so beautiful." I whispered.
A crimson wave roared up her chest and neck, flushing her face. Her hands abandoned my wrists, bracing now behind her against my thighs as she leaned farther back, impaling herself on to me with a force that was almost violent. The muscles inside her contracted, her head snapped back and she wailed. No more exquisite sight existed on earth. I freed my hands from her waist, digging my nails into my palms. The pleasure drowned out the pain of it as my back arched off the ground, my orgasm taking me.
She collapsed on to chest, her body shaking and soaked with sweat and dew. Quickly I pulled the old quilt around us to hold her heat in. We laid on the ground wrapped in our own cocoon, quieting ourselves beside the open door of the truck, listening to the music on the radio.
"We really don't have to keep the truck." She whispered, apologetic into my shoulder.
"We will never get rid of this truck as long as I live." I said tightening my arms around her. "I only ask one favor."
She looked up at me with her questioning liquid eyes.
"What is it?"
"If it's going to be around for the next couple millennium, we really need to get it painted."
She reached her lips up to my jaw to kiss me. "Anything for you."