La Cantante

Boning ... Pictures ... Wedding?

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Chapter Ninety-Five: Boning...Pictures...Wedding?

BPOV

"Best. Fucking. Birthday. Ever," Edward said as he licked his fingers clean.

Did he just do that? In a crowded bar? With my brother standing no more than ten feet away?

Yes. Yes, he did.

I smiled seductively and kissed his soft lips. "It's only going to get better, handsome," I said as nibbled on his lower lip. I did get Edward a birthday present. However it was sitting in our apartment. It couldn't come with us. I spoke with the symphony orchestra at Emerson and had his final from music theory recorded by them using the equipment. I also got him a new guitar. I did bring a card with me. I know he asked if he wanted to get a house. I was hesitant. I mean a house is a big deal. Huge. Massive. But, if getting a house meant that Edward would be happy, and then a house we shall get.

In the card, I inserted a handmade gift certificate good for one humble abode near the campus of Emerson University. I'd give that to him tonight. If he's not too sloshed. By the look of it, Edward was close to being completely hammered and it was barely even ten.

I darted off his lap and went to freshen myself up a bit. He had gotten me all hot and bothered. I hastily wiped between my legs and washed my hands. Once I was done, I went back up to the VIP section of the bar. Timmy was trying to get Edward to do another shot. By the look on his face, he was adamantly opposed to the idea. I swooped in and dragged my fiancé down to the dance floor. We moved to the music of the techno beats. Edward's hands grazed my ass and his eyes had a predatory look to them.

My fiancé is horny when he's drunk.

Nice...

After a few more dances, Rose and Angela dragged us back up to the VIP lounge. On the table were several purple and black gift bags. Oh lord...what did they do? Angela put a crown on my head and that said I was the 'bride-to-be' and Emmett slapped a baseball cap on Edward's head. We shared a mutual look of terror.

"Okay, so...we know that you both didn't want a bachelor or bachelorette party," Rose began.

"But, we couldn't resist," Emmett snickered. "So, these are for you and Bella. I pray to god that there aren't any dildos in any of these bags."

"Shit," Meghan spat. Emmett groaned loudly.

"All of these presents are for both of you," Angela said with a wink. "So have at it!"

I picked up one of the bags and pulled out the black tissue paper. Inside were two pairs of handcuffs. From Jasper. "Awww, they're engraved, baby," I said as I pointed to the letters on the metal.

"Just what we've always wanted. His and hers handcuffs," Edward slurred. He picked up some tissue paper and tossed at Jasper. "Douche."

"It's fun. Trust me," Jasper said with a wry grin.

"I don't even want to know," Edward said as he buried his head in his hands. "Duckies and bunnies. Duckies and bunnies."

"We can try them later, handsome," I cooed in his ear.

"Not. Fair. Mrs. Cullen," he growled. He grabbed another bag and tore into it. Inside was a pair of black silk boxers. 'Property of Isabella Cullen. Touch and you die,' was embroidered on the ass. Edward felt around and pulled out a black nightie. 'Property of Edward Cullen. I don't share,' was embroidered across the chest. It was from Ben. "I like the nightie. The boxers are a bit much, Ben."