The One That Got Away

Chapter Twenty-Eight

For those of you who read the Get Your Southern On contest entries, this is my contribution. I am tickled at the results ... first place in public vote and third place for the judge's choice. I've decided to break this up into smaller, drabblish chapters and it will be continued. The contest contribution is the first six or so chapters, roughly. I don't know how long it will be, but I do have it planned. Thank you to Bridget for betaing this for me and for Clo, who created the banner.

Thank you for those of you who have read this! I hope you continue to do so! Without further ado ...

This is the beginning of the extension of the original contest entry. ALL NEW! Thank you for sticking with me and I hope you enjoy this!

Up next will be introductions between Edward and Alice and Jasper along with another lemon. Leave me some loving!

"Bella? Do you have an iron?" Edward asked as he scowled at his black dress pants. He had packed them, folding them nicely, but during the flight they were scrunched in a tiny ball. Bella teetered out of her bathroom, looking gorgeous in a jade-colored dress and her hair curled. "My pants are revolting against me."

"Let me get that for you," she said, kissing his neck. She came back with a table-top ironing board and an iron. "You could wear the pants from yesterday."

"When you slid your foot up and massaged my dick, I spilled coffee of on my khakis, Ms. Swan," Edward deadpanned. "I've got a lovely stain on them."

"Ooops," Bella quipped with a coy grin, walking back to the bathroom to finish putting on her makeup. Edward quickly ironed his dress pants and put on the sweater he'd bought while out running errands this morning, borrowing Bella's car. He was so used to the weather in Tampa, that he didn't pack properly. Most of his clothes were button-downs and t-shirts. In March in Seattle, it was still very cool and Edward bought a beige pea coat and a couple sweaters to keep his balls from freezing off. He also bought his children a few souvenirs, packing them in his suitcase. After running some pomade through his hair and spraying his cologne on, he put the iron and the board away in the hallway closet. He went into the bathroom, sliding his arms around Bella's slender waist. "Hmmmm, you smell good."

Edward ran his nose along her neck, inhaling deeply. "So do you," he purred. "I'm excited to meet your friends, but I want nothing more than to stay here with you. Sans clothing."

"With all of the sex we've been having, my vajayjay needs a few hours to recuperate," Bella giggled. "You have a monstrous cock, Dr. Cullen and my sensitive girlie bits are tingling."

"That's because I want you to feel me, even when I'm 3,000 miles away," he said, nipping at her earlobe. "I love you. I love your smile, your hair, your scent, your body, your soul. I love everything about you and I want to remember every moment of our time together."

"So do I," she said, turning in his arms. "Once I get to work on Monday, after I drop you off at the airport, I'm going to find some time when I can fly back to Tampa. I want to spend some time with my dad and obviously see you and hopefully, meet your children."

"I would love that," Edward breathed, kissing her soft pink lips. "How long does it take to get to this oyster place?"

"About a half hour." Bella checked her watch. "Shit, we've got to go. Alice hates tardiness."

"You make her sound like a teacher," Edward chuckled, following Bella out of the bathroom. She slipped on a ring and wrapped a jeweled belt around her waist. Flipping her hair, she swiped a red leather jacket. Edward grabbed his coat, slipping his wallet and cell phone in the pockets. Locking up her condo, they went down to her car and drove to Elliott's Oyster House.