Southern Comfort: Chapter 20

Southern Comfort

Chapter Twenty

Waking up the morning after Valentine's Day is completely different from the day before.

Instead of waking up alone, Edward's body is practically suffocating me inside the tiny pup tent we slept in the night before. Instead of wearing my favorite night shirt, I'm completely naked. I like the differences. A lot. I'm sore in all the right places and Edward refuses to let me lift a finger as we prepare to leave our little secluded haven.

I can't believe I had sex with Edward.

The ride back to the stable has me wincing in pain with every bump we hit. It doesn't go unnoticed by my very attentive boyfriend who practically carries me from the ATV to the truck. As comfortable as it was sleeping in the tent, I couldn't wait to get home so that I can take some Advil, a hot shower and climb into my beloved bed.

"You hungry?" Edward asks as we make our way down the winding road and head back towards town.

My stomach growls, giving Edward his answer. He pulls into a spot in front of City Diner and jogs around the front of his truck so that he can open the door for me. I can't believe I'm about to walk into this eating establishment without wearing any underwear thanks to Edward's excitement last night.

The diner isn't very busy, so we take our usual spot in the back where we sat all of those years ago.

Edward orders his usual scrambled eggs, hot cakes and a fruit bowl and an order of biscuits and gravy for me even though he's going to eat my food.

We're holding hands across the table like a pair of fools madly in love.

"You're so beautiful."

"You're so delusional," I laugh.

Trusting Edward, I followed him into those woods and this morning I woke up to find that his version of 'trust me' was a roll of toilet paper and bottled water. No toothbrush, or hair brush for that matter. My hair is piled on top of my head in a messy bun and thank god I had breath strips in my purse or we'd both have dragon breath right now.

"No, I'm serious," he argues. "You're beautiful. Your eyes, your lips, the curve of your neck. Everything about you is just beautiful."

"Edward..." I blush, pulling my hands back so that the server can place our plates in front of us. "I already put out for you, so you don't have to flatter me."

"I'm not flattering you, darlin'. Just stating the facts. You take my breath away whether you've just gotten dolled up or you just spent the night having sex in a pup tent in the middle of the woods. You're absolutely beautiful."

"God, I love you," I breathe.

"I love you, too."

We keep small talk while we eat and I can tell there's something on Edward's mind, but he won't say what it is. He steals half of my food and I eat all of the grapes out of his fruit bowl. He keeps staring at me with this weird expression.

"I'm ready to take a nap. What about you?" I ask, yawning into my hand.

"We could." He stands up to pay the bill, but catches me off guard by pulling me out of the booth.

"Edward, I still have food I want to eat." I point to the remaining fruit.

"I have to do this. Right now," he stresses. "Or I'll lose my nerve. I wanted to do it last night, but then we... you know. And I didn't want to ruin this because of th-"

I clamp my hand over his mouth. "Your rambling, babe."

"Bells, I've spent the last seven years hiding my feelings for you because I was scared. We've wasted years and I don't want to waste any more time."

I gasp when he drops down to one knee, holding out a small velvet box in a shaking hand. "Marry me, Bells?" he chokes out. "Let's spend the rest of our lives loving each other just as much as we did last night, if not more. Whaddaya say?"

"Yes." I nod tears falling down my face. "Yes! Hell yes!"

He opens the box and pulls out the ring before placing it on my finger. It's perfect. A thin gold band that cradles a modest sized heart shaped diamond. Simple. Just like us. I sob into his mouth once the ring is secure and he stands up from the disgusting floor as our waitress and one of the other patrons applaud.

He goes to pay the bill, but I'm right there with him, refusing to let him go even for a fraction of a second. I'm practically in his lap the entire drive back to my house and I barely let him unlock the door before I'm attacking him, sore girly bits be damned. I want to have sex with my fiancé and it doesn't matter that I might not be able to walk afterwards. It's happening.

His shirt is destroyed because I can't find a way to get it over his head without separating our mouths. If he bitches later, which I doubt he will, I'll just remind him of the panties he destroyed last night. His hands are desperate, but there's no time for foreplay.

I practically throw him onto the bed and pull his pants and boxers all the way off, knocking over the lamp in the corner of the room when I toss them over my shoulder. My shorts are still hanging off of one of my legs as I impale myself on him. I can't help the hiss of pain that escapes my mouth. Edward grips my hips firmly.

"Easy darlin'," he grits out.

"No." I lean up and then drop back down on him.

All thoughts of my comfort are lost.

Edward's hands remain firmly on him hips and I'm positive I'll have bruises tomorrow, but I don't care. He lets me set the tempo and before we can even find a rhythm, we're both screaming into the room with our releases.

I'm needy.

I don't want to let him go and even after his grip loosens, I don't move. I want him inside of me, all around me, all the time. I can't get enough and I'm not sure if I want to ever have enough. He's running his hands through my hair and rubbing my back as I collect myself.

I'm sorer than I anticipated and I have a feeling I'm going to be bed ridden for at least a day, maybe three, after that quick romp. When we pull apart, I let out a yelp of pain and Edward's immediately alert.

He asks me what he can do to fix it and rather than asking him for an ice pack, I tell him that a bath would probably help.

He's naked as he walks across the bedroom and into the bathroom and if I wasn't in so much pain down south, I'd call him back to bed.

He turns the water on and asks me if I want bubbles, which I politely decline. I stand up on wobbly legs and manage to waddle into the bathroom. Edward helps me into the water and it's painful at first and then soothing.

"Join me," I request, leaning up so that he can slide into the tub behind me.

We sit in the tub for a good hour just relaxing. We've had to revive the water half a dozen times, but it's alright. Edward massages my neck and shoulders and covers them with kisses. I've just turned my head so that I can kiss him when I hear my front door shut rather loudly and a familiar voice call out.

"Bella darling! Surprise!" my mother calls from the living room.