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~HC~

Hardtail Curve – Finale~

Staring out the open balcony doors, I look across the vineyard. The land here is so beautiful; it's majestic. I have always wanted to come here, but I never believed it would happen this way. I had always dreamed of seeing Italy, and now we are here for the next month. I mean... a month, really? Overkill much? Who takes a month long honeymoon? I guess I do — me and that sexy wild haired wanna-be that I said 'I do' to just four days ago.

I smile as my eyes trail across the bare skin of Edward's back. I reach out and trace all the different ink he now bears. Some are old and some new, but there are a few that are most special to me. I run my fingers over the small footprint that we both now have. I smile as I trace the name: Emma-Rose Marie Cullen. She's not only our niece, but out Goddaughter, too. Thinking of being a Godmother makes me laugh; I am so not the type. I mean, really, I drive a Harley pan-head that I rebuilt on my own, and I am covered in tattoos — I'm not your everyday average Godmother.

I move lower and trace the newest ink that he has. I'd wondered why he wouldn't remove his shirt around me for two weeks before the wedding. He even put us on a sex embargo; he said it would make our honeymoon night more magical. I have recently found out that he actually was stopping me from seeing the work he had done just for me. Emmett drew a very striking likeness of me astride my Harley. I was absolutely amazed by the likeness, but even better, was the framed, front cover of Inked Magazine, where a photo of the tattoo is featured. Yeah, Emmett knew his work was going on the cover, and he chose to put up that tattoo. Edward agreed since I am fully clothed, but the details are amazing. Emmett even managed to put tattoos on the tattoo. There is no doubt who the tat is of.

I smile, looking at the inside of my wrist. The Cullen crest I now bear is one of the first marks of ink I got after Edward and I were engaged. Emmett said he knew as soon as he saw Edward look at me, that one day I'd bear this brand. I told Emmett that he was lucky he didn't bare a brand for bringing Edward's poser ass in my bar that night. He chuckled, kissed my cheek, and said, 'you're welcome, sweet Bella-boo.' I love Rose; she smacked him for me!

It's hard to believe that five years ago, this cocky jerk got shit-faced in my bar, acted like a poser, and somehow managed to steal my heart all at the same time. When I walked out of the bathroom and he was snoring, I was pissed. Thank the heavens he didn't need too much rest. I'm sure my nakedness and moaning in his ear as I used a dildo on myself helped my cause, though. I'll never forget how quickly he sobered up as I self-served my first orgasm in that early morning hour.

Before I could pull the pulsating dildo from my dripping pussy, he was pushing it deeply back inside me as his tongue lapped at my juices. Once he pulled it from me, he buried his face in my slit and didn't stop 'til I begged him to quit. After giving me some of the most mind-blowing oral sex I've ever experienced, he sheathed his cock with latex and moved between my legs. Pushing my knees to the bed on each side of my chest, he fucked me harder than I have ever been fucked before. The entire time he thrust his cock into me, I chanted for him to go harder and faster. For a man who could barely walk two hours before, he sure could fuck.

I will never forget the way he looked into my eyes after we both came down from our orgasmic bliss, and told me that one day he'd win me over, even though he knew I hated him right now. He was funny, cute, damn sexy, and oh-so-right. I flipped him on his back and tied his ass up, and then rode him long and hard until he begged me to give him his release. When I knew he was going to lose it, I moved and straddled his face and demanded that he eat me.

After he licked me into another climax, I leaned forward, and with one smooth movement, deep throated his cock and swallowed. The vibration of his moan against my clit made me cum at the same time he pulsated and shot thick ribbons of cum down my throat. I knew then that this was the man for me. Once he was free, he returned the favor of torturing me while I was tied up. If both our guts wouldn't have been growling for food, he might have not let me up for days.

By the time we did leave my bed and apartment two days later, we were both walking a little funny. Emmett laughed and said that he never thought he'd see the day that his uptight, business suit wearing stud of a brother would ever call in sick to work so he could fuck some girl. Edward actually punched Emmett and said I was not just some girl. Emmett laughed and said that Mrs. Cope, Edward's office manager, even called Emmett to make sure Edward was okay, because he never missed work. After Edward returned to work, he cut back on a few of his hours to spend time them with me. The best part was when Edward finally put some of those slackers to work and started delegating his authority so he had more time off.

Within six months, Rose was pregnant and Emmett was proposing. I think it was Emmett marrying Rose a month later that set Edward's mind into overdrive. After we had been dating for ten months, Edward asked me to go on a short vacation with him. I agreed as long as we didn't leave the USA. He reluctantly agreed, and ended up taking me to Pennsylvania. We stayed at The Lodge at Woodloch, in Hawley. That place was fantastic; we had the honeymoon oasis, and everything was out of this world amazing. The spa was so incredible. I had never been more relaxed and pampered in my life. It was there on our last night, when he asked me to be his wife. When he showed me the ring, I instantly sobbed my eyes out with tears streaming down my face. Edward didn't go out and spend a bunch of money buying the biggest and fanciest ring he could. No, my sweet, loving man knew me much better than that. As he dropped to one knee and told me of his love and promises of forever, he showed to me the ring that once adorned the finger of my momma.

I will never forget the way I bawled through telling him yes, and the sobs of love and happiness that left my body as he explained to me how he came about possession of the ring. When he asked my father for my hand, my daddy said he could ask me to be his wife on the condition that he offers me my momma's ring. Edward quickly agreed, and took the ring for cleaning and had I&E engraved into the band beside the R&C already there. As he slid the ring on my finger, he kissed my hand and told me again of his forever love and devotion.

Things weren't always easy for us. Edward and I were so different, that it was hard for a while. People were too judgmental. There was a formal dinner scheduled for his company. I went out and bought a dress, shoes, and all the girly shit I was going to need. My father raised a lady; I just chose to not act like one all the time. It wasn't me, and I refused to be someone I wasn't. Being the good girlfriend I was, though, I did what needed to be done for my man. By the time I was ready, I looked beautiful and my dad almost cried. When Edward came to get me, he was speechless.

"What? I know how to play dress up and be a lady when I want to," I said with a smile.

"You look... out of this world," he replied with his charming smile.

"I would say you look handsome, but you look the same as every other day," I quipped as we laughed. I loved that I could now joke around with him without him getting offended.

He talked about how great I looked all the way to the dining hall. I told him if he didn't shut up, I was never dressing up for him again. I laughed when he stopped talking all together.

As we walked into the hall, all eyes were on us. I wasn't comfortable in the least. Every woman there was so uppity. One even had the audacity to take my wrist between her fingers, as if I was dirty, and said my coloring was pretty. I plastered on the fakest smile I could and said thanks. Edward rubbed my arm with his after I pulled away from the snotty woman.

I excused myself toward the end of the night to use the restroom. When I went into the stall, I heard the door open and shut.

"I don't get it. Edward goes from the not dating type to bringing in that white trash?! Did you see how many tattoos she has? Oh, my god! I can't believe he acts like he's proud of her," someone said as my mouth dropped.

"I'm sure she'll embarrass him in some way or other soon. People like her aren't proper," another person added.

"You know," I said, opening the door of the stall. "You should really look under the doors before you start to talk about people. I'm not trash, and I have more class in my pinky than you will ever have in your life."

I washed my hands, but before I got a towel, I shook them so that the water went all over to the place.

"Oh, is that how you do it?" I asked, faking stupidity before quickly drying my hands off and heading out. I knew I needed alcohol to make it through the rest of the night. I saw a guy with a try full of champagne glasses and went to him.

"Rough night?" he asked as I downed one of the cups.

"I can't stand these fucking people. If I wasn't in love, I so would not be here."

"Yeah, if this job didn't pay a grand, I wouldn't be here either. One woman even took a napkin before taking a drink from me," the guy said as I downed a third.

"Ha! It's probably the same woman who called my coloring pretty," I said as we laughed. "Thanks for the drinks." I took two glasses and headed back to the table. I handed Edward one and kept the other for myself.

"You ready to go by chance?" I asked as he kissed my temple.

"Not yet, Sweetie," he said, making me roll my eyes.

"The women in the bathroom called me white trash, and I'm ready to give up this girly bullshit," I told him as he stared at me.

"I thought you didn't care what people thought of you?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't, but I'm out numbered here. Plus, we could leave and I could take this dress off for you," I whispered in his ear.

"You are the most beautiful woman here," he responded, kissing me again but not acting like he wanted to leave any time soon.

An hour later, I'd had enough of the whispers, the stares, and the finger pointing, and I wanted to leave. We had danced, and I acted like the lady I was brought up to be, but I was over it. I was ready to leave and be done with the night.

"Can we please leave?" I asked as we circled the dance floor.

"No," he said firmly.

"Fine! I'm going to go smoke, then," I told him as he held on to me.

"Don't smoke; stay here with me," he whined, trying to be cute. The problem was, I wasn't in the mood for cute.

"Let go of me," I demanded as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Come on, you look amazing. Don't ruin it by putting a cigarette between your lips," he said as my eyes grew wide.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's a nasty habit. You know I don't like it when you smoke," he said as if there was nothing wrong.

"Text me when you're ready to leave," I answered before walking away. I found the drink guy, and he showed me where the employees went to smoke. That was where I stayed for the next hour. When Edward sent me a text saying he was ready, I found him by the front doors and we headed out. Now, when you put two stubborn-ass people in one car, it makes it a pretty miserable ride.

"Thanks for leaving me tonight," he said as I rolled my eyes.

"I would have left to make you more comfortable if we were some place you didn't want to be," I snapped back at him as he laughed loudly.

"So you just think that I love hanging at the bar? Do you know how uncomfortable I am there night after fucking night?" he asked.

"Well, that's news to me!" I said in the bitchiest tone I had.

"I do it because I love you. I do it because those are your people. I do it because I know how much you love the bar. I do it for you," he said, making me feel like shit. "You walk around like this fucking badass all the time, and yet you couldn't do this one thing for me?"

"I didn't fucking know!" I yelled at him. "Fuck, I'm sorry!"

We were quiet after that and went straight back to his place. I grabbed some night clothes and headed for the bathroom to scrub the makeup off my face. I needed to feel like me again.

"I'll never be one of those women, Edward," I sighed as I crawled into bed.

"That's why I love you. I don't want some trophy-wife Barbie. I'd rather have and love my bad-ass biker Bella, and her bitchy, kick ass, no-holds barred attitude. I want you at the events I have to attend, because I'm proud of you and who you really are. I don't expect you to be perfect and fit in with everyone, as long as you are with me," he said as I nodded.

"I understand and I'm sorry," I said as we cuddled. "I love you, too."

Everyone in Edward's life was pretty cool. Even his parents accepted me without a blink of the eye. I loved my in-laws; there was no doubt about that. Esme, Edward's mom, loved having another female around. We spent a lot of time together on Sundays when we went over for dinner.

Just from thinking about how far we had come, I needed my husband. As if he could read my mind, he woke up and snuggled into me.

"You have your thinking face on," he says as I giggle.

"Just thinking about how amazing you are."

"I am," he agrees, making me laugh. "I love you, Wifey."

"I love you, too, Hubby. I need you," I whisper.

"I always need you," he says in return as his lips attach to my bare nipple.

He pulls my body down on the bed and moves his mouth up to my neck. He growls out his need in my ear as I wrap my knee over his hip. I moan out like a whore as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down. Moving back down my body, his tongue traces the outline of his favorite tattoo that sits just below my breasts. I got a Celtic tattoo after we shared our first 'I love you' with each other. Edward had chuckled at me when I told him I was going to have Emmett tattoo me with something to remember the day with forever. I didn't want to forget, so I got the inverted infinity hearts inked there, and every time Edward traces the tattoo with his tongue, it reminds me of his words when he first saw it: It's perfect, my love — our hearts woven together as one.

As his mouth continues its decent, he dips his tongue into my belly button and I moan out again. I look down, and our eyes meet as he lays many light kisses between my hips. As his tongue dips lower and makes its first contact with my clit, my back arches from the bed. He moves both my legs over his shoulders as he buries his face in my pussy. His hands each cup a breast, and he pinches my nipples in time with the flicks of his tongue on my clit. With just his mouth and hands, he brings me to the edge almost immediately.

As the orgasm builds, he pulls his right hand from my breast and thrusts two of his fingers into my throbbing center. As my body vibrates with the climax, he sucks my clit in hard and bites down, pumping his fingers into me in a faster motion. In mere seconds, my second orgasm rolls through my body. He breaks his mouth away but continues to thrust his fingers inside of me. With a curve of his fingers, he makes contact with my g-spot. As soon as he hits that spot, he goes back to flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.

The intensity is overwhelming, and soon, I am begging him to stop. He loves this, because he knows this is when I am so close to actual ejaculation. I feel the tremor of my next climax start, and within moments, I'm screaming out his name as fluid gushes from me. He laps at my juices and moans as if it's the best thing he's ever tasted.

As he moves back up my body, he lays kisses across my skin. When his mouth meets mine, I ravage him, sucking my essence from his lips and chin. He moans loudly as I grab his hardened length. Sweeping my thumb over the head of his cock, I whisper in his ear. "I want you to fuck my hot little mouth, with this big cock."

He flips us over and growls as he grabs my ponytail, moving my head down. He knows how much it turns me on for him to take command like this. I love it when he tugs my hair and thrusts into my mouth. I love the feel of his hardness pushing into me. I relax my throat and moan deeply as he pants. I know I have set him off, because his thrusts become erratic, and I swallow quickly as he releases the hot stream of cum down my throat.

Crawling back up his body, I stop, placing the kisses lightly across his skin like he did to me. I love that his recovery time is fast, because as I straddle his lap, I feel his hardness where I need him most.

"Ride me, my sexy wife."

"Hold on tight, my sexy husband. You know I can control some big equipment," I say huskily. I know how much he enjoys the dirty talk, and I love to dish it out. The best part is that he knows how to serve it up, too. It isn't long before he has me flipped to my back with my knees pressed to the bed on each side of my body.

"I love how flexible you are. Hold on tight to the footboard, Baby; I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll feel it tomorrow."

"Less talk more action!" I beg right before he slams into me with the first of series of fast-paced, powerful thrusts. Within minutes, we are both spiraling out of control and chanting each other's names as we crash into the ecstasy of our combined climaxes.

As we lay here blissfully satisfied, I can't help the small laugh that escapes my lips. Who would have thought that we would've met at a bar, being total opposites, and now dreams were coming true?

A/N: Well Jess and I won the award for the best cock block in the initial contest, and now we have rectified that and given you a flashback lemon and another lemon besides. Hope you all enjoyed it.

Jess and I are currently writing an Olderward/Sportsward story, called Bases Loaded. We post a new chapter each and every Wednesday.

Thank you in advance for all your kind words and reviews.

Kasi & Jess~