Chapter 11 Outtake Bella Flashback #2

Because FFn has been a total bitch these days I decided to post this outtake on the blog. I received a few PM's from people telling me they were unable to leave reviews so this way everyone gets a peek at more of Bella's past.

IRL Outtake CH 11

~~Bella~~

Flashback #2

Once I was out the front door I took off running towards the garden behind the house. I refused to let myself look towards any of the windows. I didn’t give a damn if there were curious eyes watching me make my escape. Being back in his arms was all that mattered now. More than ever I felt the need to be with the one person who actually seemed to appreciate my existence, and not question it.

Days like this made me wish I wasn’t such a chicken shit when it came to sitting behind the wheel of a car. Getting to Riley faster would be a huge bonus, but the idea of driving a car… yeah… not a welcoming thought. The one time Jake tried to teach me I’d almost gotten us both killed, and ever since that day I’d vowed to never place my hands on a steering wheel again.

Sure we were only fourteen when I’d driven his dads old red truck off a short cliff into the ocean, but that didn’t matter. Seeing my life flash before my eyes once was enough to ensure I’d rely on public transportation, friends, private drivers, and/or bicycles for the rest of my days.

I wasn’t surprised to find Marco and Carlos working hard amongst the rose bushes in the garden. It was however unfortunate that I would have to pass by them to get to the shed where my bike was stored. They offered me a kind hello with a wave of their hand, and I returned the gesture with a smile, and a wave of my own, praying there would be no questions.

The ’help’, as my grandparents liked to call them, knew more about me than my own flesh and blood ever would.

“Off for another adventure Miss Swan?” Carlos inquired, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Yup. As always, Carlos. Another day of acting first, and asking questions later, ” I replied with a wink, then mounted my bike after pulling it free from the shed.

“If you wait, I’m about to head into town. I can give you a ride to the bus station? It looks like rain.”

“No thank you. According to my step grandmother, I need the exercise. I have a poncho if it starts to rain. I’ll be fine. Promise. See you tomorrow.”

I did my best to avoid his eyes, then pushed my foot off the ground, sending me forward on my bike. I gave one last wave before peddling myself towards the driveway this time doing my best to hid my grin… just incase there were spies lurking in a window.

“Be careful Miss Swan. Remember, trouble is not your friend,” Carlos called after me with apprehension clearly in his tone. I shot him a thumbs up, and rolled my eyes feeling thankful for a moment that the only people who ever pried, really had no reign over me or my ways.

It was a long ride, but I didn‘t mind that. Thankfully, the sky cleared up as soon as I’d crossed over into the neighboring town that had become my safe haven.

When I got to the hotel I pulled my bike around back and fastened its chain around the water pump against the building. I pulled my brush out from my bag and detangled the mess I’d created at the top of my head during my seven mile ride.

Once I’d tamed my hair I tied it back into a pony tail and stuffed it under an old baseball cap, then slide my sunglasses back over the bridge of my nose. I applied some Dr. Pepper lip gloss to my lips, and giggled to myself over my ridiculous disguise before also pulling the hood of my jacket up over the back of my head.

Slowly, I rounded the building and scanned the parking lot three times before allowing myself to head to our usual room.

Room 143

Riley said he picked that room to be ours, because the numbers stood for, ‘I love you’. Cheesy yes, but it still shot sparks across my body the first time he shared that line with me.

I tapped the door lightly two times then added one solid knock.

He answered almost instantly.

After swinging the door open, his arms quickly pulled me inside, and slammed the door shut again before he locked it securely.

“I missed you so much, Bella. It literally hurts to be away from you now,” his sweet words made my cheeks tingle thanks to the massive smile he‘d created on my face. He always knew just what to say to help me forget about everything else. He kissed my lips softly, then removed the cap from my head, and the elastic band from my pony tail, allowing my hair to fall freely around my shoulders again.

“I know, it’s been awful," I sighed, "I can’t wait for this campaign to be over so you’ll have more free time again. Just a few more weeks and we won’t have to continue with all this hiding. I’ll be eighteen, and we can just be open about all of it. I mean, of course we will have to pretend that we just started seeing each other, but still. I’m dying for that freedom. To be able to walk down the street holding your hand.”

Riley shook his head agreeing with me, then carefully cleared his throat. I felt him shift his weight, still holding me in his arms while I increased my own grasp around his body. My grin grew when he began walking us towards the bed we’d both become very familiar with over the last few months of our lives. “I can’t wait for that either Bella, but lets talk about all that later. Right now I just want to lay with you, and hear about your week. Did you go see your friends, or were you trapped with the evil step-grandmother?”

“Trapped mostly. They’ve been busy studying for finals, but I did go see a movie with Jake and Paul last night. They drove down and picked me up, then brought me back because I told them I had something to do today,” I smirked, and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, “I can’t wait for you to be able to meet them. That’s another thing I‘m looking forward to.”

“I’m sure they won’t like me very much,”

“Nonsense. They’ll be happy I’ve found someone who makes me happy. Almost all of them have girlfriends right now, so they haven’t been missing me too much,” I shared, still smiling. Riley laughed lightly, and slowly pushed me back onto the bed before taking his place beside me. His fingers ran themselves through my hair, brushing the lose strands from my face before he kissed my lips gently two more times.

“I see. I didn’t realize I was getting you exclusively these days,”

“Of course, I mean… well… since you and I started… well… since we started coming here, you’re the only person I’ve been with. Hopefully you’ve been treating me with the same respect, I mean I thought that’s what we were doing… right?”

“Bella, you are the only person I want to touch. These are the only lips I want to kiss. Your body is the only body I want to press myself against. You’ve become everything to me. You’re all I want, and all I need. I promise you that,” Riley whispered softly before he leaned in to press his lips against my forehead affectionately.

I smiled into his eyes and felt his hands begin to travel down my hips, and across my waist before he pulled me in further against him.

I could already feel his excitement pressing itself against me, and it instantly made my smile double.

“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” I teased playfully. He laughed and nodded his head, then continued to pull me closer against him.

Well him, and his massive hard-on.

“Sorry, its been like this since I got into the car to come see you. The anticipation can be debilitating,” he admitted bashfully before pulling my body up over him so I’d straddle the top of his hips. His smile was beyond contagious, and it continued to make me blush a crimson red. I buried my face between his neck and shoulder blade, and giggled feeling embarrassed by the way he looked at me. Only Riley had this kind of effect. It was rare for me to take the back seat when it came to directing any kind of foreplay but for whatever reason that was exactly what I did during our moments together. He liked to be in charge, and I liked to let him.

“Did your grandfather ask any questions?”

“Nope, I told him I was staying at Jakes. He could give two shits about where I am, or what I’m doing. You know this,” I reminded my secret lover, then kissed his neck before biting it with my teeth playfully.

“Careful baby, no marks.”

I rolled my eyes and gave him a swift salute with my hand at my forehead before rolling myself off of him. A fake pout replacing my smile.