Edward

eight months later

I can't believe we're here. And that we pulled it off. It's good that Mike never had the aspiration to be Renée's next husband. He was in it for her business suave and the money with a side of pussy. No more, no less. His using her like that makes me feel slightly better. I thought the two of them were in some kind of twisted, fairytale romance-type thing. But no. He was after me. Mike was after my business and Renée was just the thing he needed to succeed. He cheated the cheater, and in the end, he got what he wanted. My business. From what I hear, and the phone calls I've gotten, he's driving it into the ground, anyway. Mike never had a thing for working. He thought business owners got rich, fast. And man, did he get that wrong. It's almost satisfying. Karma's a bitch, an even bigger one than my ex-wife.

I stand in the kitchen, watching over the water of the pool that's glistening in the late-afternoon sun, having nothing better to do.

"You better visit pretty often, Edwardy." My mom wears a tired smile as she wipes her hands on the worn T-shirt she sports.

I smile at her, not really knowing what to say.

"Please, reconsider?"

"Next year, Edward." She reminds me of her words from last night. "When Mitch has to start elementary school. Ro doesn't want to uproot his life more than it has to be right now."

I nod, knowing she's right, even though I really want my people close.

"It would be pretty shitty for him to continue his last semester at a new school, yeah."

"Have you seen her?" I ask.

"She's down in the basement with Bella applying some final touches to the laundry room." I can't shake this feeling, this guilt, as I watch my mother's sadness touch her eyes. She won't admit to it, not after she told me how happy she was for me and Bella, for us.

"Albuquerque isn't that far, you know." I tell her again.

"Two seven-hour trips in a U-haul seem endless, though," Mom jokes.

"One hour on a plane, once a month? How does that seem?"

"Better than when you lived just across town," she smiles. "I loved having you so close, these past few months, though."

"I know, that's why we have the guest house by the pool, remember?"

"I know, sweetheart." Mom caresses my cheek before she beams at the petite brunette with the laundry basket in her hands. My girl.

"I know I don't need to ask this of you, Bella, but you take care of my boy, won't you?"

Bella's whisky eyes melt into my own, radiating warmth. Love.

"With all my heart. I promise," she says lovingly.

"It'll be Christmas soon enough," Rose chimes in. Her leggings are torn at the knee, dirty blonde hair in a messy ponytail.

I shoot my sister a smile.

"And I can't wait to see that family of yours in full force, Ro." I wink.

She rolls her eyes at me, cheeks a little flushed.

"Yeah, yeah, Rose's got a boyfriend…" she jokes.

"No, no," Bella interjects. "Rose's got a manfriend." She nudges Rose's arm.

Bella told me she noticed something was up between Ro and Emmett right away. I guess the chemistry between those two is written all over their faces. It even grew, over the last couple of months when they finally admitted it to themselves. Emmett even volunteered to look after the dog, his own daughter, and Mitch while Rose came out here with mom to help Bella and I move in. Those two really are the real deal. They're solid. And I couldn't be happier.

"I'm gonna go shower, order me the biggest pizza on the menu and add the most cheese you can, okay, Ed?" Rose throws over her shoulder.

"I'm coming with you," Mom says. "I need to go make a phone call and then I'll hop in the shower after Rose's done."

After the back door closes and they walk across the yard to the little guest house, silence engulfs us.

Bella hugs me from behind, her tanned arms snaking around my waist as she rests her cheek against my back.

"I love you," she breathes.

"I love you, too."

After selling my client list and the business to Mike for nothing but his promise and to vanish from our lives, I can't believe I'm actually liking the way things turned out.

I have a new job at a bigger landscaping company where I don't have to worry about a thing, except for doing my actual job, a loving partner who won't do anything behind my back, and a house we both love and decorated in a way that we both enjoy. We live in a city we agreed on after a quick research session. And that makes me happier than anything else in the world. It all fell into place. Even though I wasn't even trying to build something new with my ex's daughter far away from my home town, it seems like the best things come at you when you least expect them to. The little fantasy turned into a fairy tale. And it's fucking perfection.

And Bella? With our age-gap, and the sticky situation we started in, the playfulness and the idea of a fling? That turned into the best relationship I've ever had. Bella is mature, strong, determined, and confident. She's the best fucking thing that ever happened to me. She's my beautiful little doll, and I can't fathom that this is real. Every day with her gets better and better. And I feel like life in the real world barely even started.

Bella's fingers disappear under the thin cotton of my T-shirt, peppering me with little trails of electricity. She snakes the fabric up, her hot lips pressing kisses to my skin.

"We ought to christen this place properly," she breathes against my back.

We might have forty minutes before our guests return.

"Mhm, you think so?" I turn, caging Bella in between the counter and my body. "Is that why you've been tempting me with that little outfit of yours all fucking day?" I take her chin in between my thumb and pointer finger, forcing her eyes onto mine. I can see the smile swimming around the beautiful eyes that hypnotize me daily.

I look down at the red, cropped tank top she's wearing, at the way her bra cups play peekaboo through the mesh neckline.

"This, right here," I rake my nails along the see-through panel that dips into her cleavage. "I want to rip it so bad, shove my cock in between your luscious tits and paint them with my cum."

I watch Bella's eyes darken, her tongue wetting her bottom lip.

"What about the shorts, Daddy? Don't you like the shorts?" She cocks her head to the side playfully, and my hands make their way down her curvaceous body, over her hips, and down until my fingers rub the hem of her very little, spandex shorts.

"No panty lines?" I mutter quietly.

"That's the point of not wearing any panties, you know."

"Fuck." The word tumbles from my lips before Bella reaches on her tiptoes and her lips crash onto my own.

We kiss frantically, teeth clashing, tongues seeking each other out until we're a panting mess.

"They could see us," Bella breathes, pulling away slightly.

"True," I mumble against her mouth, my hands up her top, cursing the underwire of her bra. I can feel how hard her nipples are through the padded cups, and I can't fucking wait to get my mouth on them.

"Get on the floor," I bark out. I've got a grip on her silky hair, the braid wrapped around my wrist as I force Bella's body down onto the tiled kitchen floor. She gasps at the temperature contract of the tiles against her bare knees and shins.

"Ass up, doll, you know how this is gonna go down," I grumble.

"Hmm…" she hums. "Hard, and rough, Daddy?"

"Yeah, Daddy's gonna fuck you so good, baby." I rip her shorts down her thighs, groaning at the sight of her bare ass, her glistening pussy staring me in the face. I lean down further, giving my girl one slow, wet lick, making her curse out loudly.

"Please," she rasps, almost shoving herself against my mouth. I slap her right ass cheek for good measure, reminding Bella who's in charge right now.

"Want me to fuck you, or leave you here, a wet little mess?"

"Fuck me, please."

I ram into her so hard I see stars when I'm buried up to the hilt. I still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size. She wiggles, wanting more. My fingers dig into the soft curves of her hips, nails leaving tracks as I move.

"Harder," she moans. "Please, harder…"

Who am I to deny that request?

I fuck Bella mercilessly, the wet slaps of our skin mingling with our harsh breathing and the heartbeat that pounds into my ears. God, I love this woman. Her pussy gets tighter and tighter, her inner walls encasing my cock as if we were molded for each other. My doll isn't going to last long, I'm sure. Judging by the higher-pitched noises tumbling from her sinful lips, by the cum she coats my cock with, by the way she's biting her lip and gasps when I tug her hair and force her head back, she's as close as I am.

"God, fucking hell…" I let out.

"S—so good." I watch her eyes roll back when I shift my hips and hit that secret little place inside her that she loves so much, her thighs trembling as she bites her lip with flushed cheeks.

"Milk my cock, little doll," I whisper to her.

"Already?" she pants. "I thought you sai—"

"It's not about what I said earlier, baby. I'll make you come countless times tonight, but right now I need your cunt to wrap around his big, fat cock so hard it leaves bruises."

"Oh, fuck…" she replies to my words. I've come to know that the dirtier, the better.

"Come for Daddy, show him who you belong to."

"I—," she pants.

"Yes, baby…let go."

A tremor runs through her body, her body spasming when I feel her pussy flutter around me forcefully. I groan like a wild animal as it triggers my orgasm, my nails raking down Bella's back roughly as I shoot my load into her.

"God…" she laughs, grunting. "I could feel you cum, I swear."

"God? Is that my new nickname?" I chuckle. I love how we can go from being so intense with each other to incredibly playful the next second.

"Nah, you're my Daddy forever," she smiles, wincing when I pull out. I watch my cum trickle out of her battered pussy as if it's the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Forever?" I wonder, turning her over, and forcing her onto her knees to meet my gaze. Her complexion is blotchy, her mascara runny, and I swear she's never looked more perfect.

"Yeah, duh." She chuckles cutely.

"Marry me, then." I'd planned a more romantic approach. But I couldn't find the right time. I guess there's no time like the present. Even I'm surprised by my words.

"What?" Bella shakes her head, still breathing heavily. "I don't think I heard you right, I must be hallucinating."

"You heard me just right." I smile, taking her hand, kissing the back of it.

"You want to…"

"Marry you, yeah." I nod, biting my lip as I see the way the gold flecks in Bella's brown eyes light up.

"Oh, wow…" Her expression mirrors my own. "Yes," she breathes, wrapping her arms around my neck, naked from the waist down, leaking my cum. I'm such a romantic. "I'll marry you, I will. There's nothing I want more."

"Good girl," I wink and capture Bella's lips with my own.

I guess what they say is right. Good things will come to those who are patient. And damn…good doesn't even cover it.

THE END