I know its been a long time coming....so....at least this is a start...
I give you...just a tease....
Edward’s Eternal Kiss II
Chapter 2
“Esme and Elvis”
Before he shifts into third he revs the engine with the
clutch engaged.
“Show off.” I grin.
Oops. He is not amused.
His head turns slowly and he looks me directly in the eye.
One brow cocked higher on one side.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry Master.” I turn looking down away from him.
Huh. He isn’t in that playful mood that I love.
Bummer.
We pull onto the strip and per usual, it is busy tonight.
Weekends are always crazy here. I inhale, taking in the dozens of different scents as they hit my heightened senses.
Human blood, alcohol...from scotch to wine, dust, sweaty humans, meat searing on a grill, the scent
of electricity.
My eyes scan over the strip as heat comes out in waves around us. I look to the left as we
stop at a light and watch a man do some strange sort of side show act while
people toss money into his bucket. Then an officer comes along and orders him
to leave as we pull away.
I scan over the skyline looking up at all the bright lights.
Neon, flashing, blinking in sync.
As vampires, we can see the heat rise off the
desert floor but when we get into the heart of the strip, the heat waves blur
everything around us as they generate off the thousands of glowing lights that brighten this otherwise dark desert town.
It is somewhat unnerving to witness the way the heat of so many lights mess with our perfect vision and
we have to refocus to adjust to right it.
I shiver when his finger brushes the side of my breast.
“Hmm…” he hums, but is not looking at me, and then his cell
phone beeps. He presses a button on his steering wheel.
I surmise that his mood has changed.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you guys! We are already here!”
“Chill out we are almost there!”
“Well, the show starts in fifteen minutes.”
“Our seats will still be there Alice.
You should know we will be there!” He growls pressing the button disconnecting
his phone.
I sigh, maybe not.
Thanks Alice.
We pull into the hotel. “Stay put till I come around.” He
commands. I know better than to attempt to open my door, and feel sorry for the
poor valet guy when he makes the attempt.
Edward will all but bite his poor head
off by the time he gets around to my side.
I do not bother to watch the exchange because I know that
the poor guy has been growled at, glared into intimidation.
My door
opens, Edward holds his hand out, and I step out. I can feel everyone’s eyes on
us. I will never get used to this.
Never.
“Mr. Cullen, welcome. Your party is waiting inside sir.” I
look at Edward and he holds his arm out, I take it as he leads me inside.
The family is standing around talking quietly when we
approach. “It’s about time!” Alice
snaps and leads the way for us to the theater in the massive noisy and brightly
lit hotel.
I can hear the machines paying off left and right. It is someone's lucky night. My eyes move over the crowds. Security thinks they are stealth.
Not to a vampire.
Their feigning an actual game is so obvious I am surprised no human notices.
Vegas is full of thieves. At least we learned that the first couple times we came into this place.
Pickpockets, con artists, card counters, and even security themselves. There is a ton of greed here. It isn't a pleasant feeling.
Edward and I agree that when we do come into the city, we never stay long because his head will explode with the insane numbers of thoughts that float through peoples minds here.
We like to catch a show, maybe go dance at a club, but more than anything, we like to play in the desert.
That's our favorite playground of all.
Tonight is Esme's night so we are here for her.
Once we are seated, I feel Edward’s hand on my thigh. He
squeezes it and leans over nuzzling into my ear.
“Ladies room.” Is all he
utters and I know. I excuse myself and everyone at the table looks at me curiously.
“Just want to freshen up.” I lie. Alice
rolls her eyes. Rosalie smirks.
I quickly step into the bathroom stall, pull off my panties,
stuffing them in my clutch. When I step out of my stall, two elderly women are
standing there with their mouths hanging open staring openly at me. I figure what the hell I will
never see them again.
“He is in for a surprise now isn’t he?” I giggle at them and
make my way out snickering to myself.
What the hell, it is probably the most action they will ever
even know of at their ages. I adjust my skirt noting that the air conditioner is on higher than I would like. I feel the breeze as it blows up between
my legs. I feel it even more when I walk out of the ladies room right over my bare skin.
The table is set up with a bottle of champagne when I
return. The Cullen’s are doing an excellent job at pretending they are drinking
while chatting.
I smile as I return and my eyes land on Rosalie who is
quirking her brow up with an obvious smirk.
I look away quickly and take my seat next to Edward.
“Better?” Carlisle asks.
“I am quite sure.” Rosalie quips.
I would be ten shades of red if I could be.
Edward besides me is chuckling and I want to smack him for having me do this now.
As the show begin, so did Edward with his taunting.
It starts out with his light touch. It was so soft that it felt
more like a light breeze drifting over the top of my skin.
His fingers trace some unknown pattern on my thigh, with
one arm around my chair and the other on my thigh. His thumb keeps grazing up
under the edge of my skirt.
Soft to the point it almost tickles.
I feel his cool breath on my neck blowing down over my shoulder and down the center of my cleavage.
His slow fingers kept making a movement up. Climbing higher and higher.
My skirt starts to bunch up but no one can see because
this all occurs under the table out of sight.
I suck in a breath and try to keep from getting distracted
by it.
He is literally torturing me.
His other hand hung down and I feel the brush of his fingers
against the side swell of my breast.
I swallow and take a deep breath as my nipple harden.
Then I feel a slight gush.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck!
The show continues on when suddenly our waiter asks if he can speak with Esme for a moment.
Alice is so giddy
in her seat giving us a hint that I was sure that whatever it is, it has to be a good thing.
After the last comedian took a bow, the lights lower and the curtains fall. A moment of silence then to our
surprise the curtain rises just as quickly. A lone spotlight reflects the sparkles that wink back from the
sequins that adorn Esme’s dress.
She is smiling as the announcer introduces the star of the
show.
“Ladies and Gentlemen introducing the star of tonight’s show
and the man you have all been waiting for, the one, the only king of rock and
roll himself, Mrrrrrrrr….Elvis Presleyyyyyyyy!”
The crowd went wild as a guy who could have been Elvis
himself came out waving to the crowd and mimicking movements that the king would surely be proud of.
“Hello. Thank you all for coming. It is great to be here
with you all tonight. I was just telling Cilla that I didn’t have time for my
favorite peanut and banana sandwich cause I had some important little lady out
here to sing to this evening, Hello beautiful, what is your name?”
He held his microphone up so she could speak into it.
“Esme Cullen.”He took her hand kissing the back of it and she giggled like a true fangirl.
"I hope she don't pass out!" Jasper snorts.
“Well beautiful Esme…have you ever been serenaded by a
handsome devil like myself?”
Esme bats her lashes at the impersonator Elvis who is
dressed pretty dang similar to the one that used to woo millions of women
worldwide years ago.
“Why yes I have, see that handsome gentlemen over there?”
she points to Carlisle and the spotlight follows to
shine on him. I was sure he would be beet red if possible. He just gave a
dashing smile and nodded in her direction.
“Wait a minute are you telling me I’ve got competition?” the
Elvis impersonator asks.
“What did he sing? I bet it was something no man should sing
to a woman, or worse he sang off key?”
“Oh no you’re wrong. He did a beautiful job!” she says in his
defense. “Especially with his back up boy band that consists of my beautiful
sons who serenaded me as well. He sang My Girl.”
“The Temptations?” He feigns a horrified look. “Well little
darling. I got him beat. I am the King and you are the lucky lady that gets to
be wooed by my rendition of Unchained Melody.”
The music starts up; the lights lower now sitting in the
spotlight on a stool with Elvis we all watch as Esme looks at him in pure
captivation. He belts out the words as if Elvis were alive and singing
himself.
Whoa….my love….my darlin’
I hunger for your touch…
Esme’s eyes are fixated on the eccentric version of Elvis
and we all laugh, as she looks at him swooning and wide-eyed.
Edward takes my hand and brings it over to his lap and I
hear the faintest lowest groan in his throat as he presses my hand against the growing bulge in his slacks.
I look around worried, he murmurs just as low, “Time to leave
Kitten…I am so done with this charade, we are going to more quiet than a mouse, come baby.”
By the time any of the Cullen’s can turn around, all they would
have caught was the scent of our departure.
As soon as we were out of the theater, Edward's body turns quickly as he pushes me up
against the wall assaulting my mouth with his. His hand slips slowly and sensually down my
thigh. His fingers curl around the back of my knee his grip tightens, my leg hitches up with his movement, now pressing hard and bulging against my stomach. I let out a shuddered breath.
He can surprise me so fucking fast sometimes. I am still in awe of his speed. My newborn skills have slowed some, but not much.
Just then, a waiter comes around the corner and when he caught us, he averted his
eyes quickly smiling to himself as he enters the theater, not saying a word. At least I thought anyway.
Edward chuckles.
“What?”
“He gave me a quote for a room.” He bit my bottom lip
sucking on it with a half smirk while he did it between his teeth.
“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” I murmur with one lip still
free.
“Yeah?” I look deep into the windows of his soul..
“Yeah.”I whisper while they brighten alight and gleam under the lights above. I love the color of his fourteen karat golden eyes. They twinkle when he is happy.
“I have a much better idea baby. Come.” He takes my hand
leading me out to the front of the hotel.
“Mr. Cullen, was everything all right?”
“Yes sir. My wife is not up to staying please fetch my car.”
He hands his ticket to the valet.
“Right away sir.”
Edward wraps his arms around me and murmurs in my ear, “I
can smell you.”
My breath hitches.
“Why else do you think I wanted you without panties? Hmm?”
“Jesus.”
His voice gets lower and deeper,
Within ten minutes, we hit the highway doing 165. Edward is
yanking his tie off, as we turn down the road that ventures off the main
highway taking us straight out into the desert.
His tie goes flying out the window, he lets go of the wheel
using his knee to steer and he rips his shirt off.
I stare at him stunned.
He turns his head and his eyes locked on me like heat
seeking missile.
“Oh!”
A smile slowly graces my lips as I kick off my heels. I
reach up and unfasten the halter to my dress and let it fall down and look over
at him as I lift up and wiggle out of it pushing it down to the floor, letting
it pool at my feet.
His eyes scan over my body slowly and then back up again.
His hand grips the stick he downshifts and turns off the highway onto a
familiar dirt road that heads off behind a small mountain.
I grab my clutch, open it, and grab a hair tie wrapping it
quickly as I pull my hair up in a high ponytail.
“Permission Master?”
His hand grips mine he brings it over to brush his lips
across the back of my fingers.
“Permission granted Kitten. Let her out, he is anxious to
play.”
He downshifts hard, slams on the breaks, yanks the parking break up as we turn sideways skidding on the half dirt, half concrete road, stirring up dust
and dirt.
I fling the door up and open, shut it, and by the time he turns the engine
off his door flying up, she is already out, in control and clawing her way over the roof of the car
to get to him.
Edward steps out and eyes the roof of his car with a raised
eyebrow.
She hisses pouncing on him, wrapping her legs around him, her fingers laced through his hair as she grips onto it hard.
His eyes darken, his voice switches as if someone flipped a
switch.
“Anxious pussycat?”
“Meow motherfucker.”
© Robshandmonkey~
I missed these two!!!!!
