Hey there! Long time no see, right? Family obligations and a much-needed vacation kept me away. Even though I didn’t get to read as much as fan fic as I had hoped, I still missed talking about and sharing stories with everyone. So let’s get back to it…
Gina’s post of The Elusive Mr. Cullen had me thinking about stories that are outside of my comfort zone. That could mean different things to different people. For me, TEMC affected me greatly because some of the characters I loved were so out-of-character, but sometimes you need that. Stretch your imagination. Think outside of the box. So I went to my favorite stories list, and found two that I remember enjoying, because they were very different than what I would normally read.
What do you mean this story isn’t all about me??
Beautiful Nightmare by Simone and Marie. Hold on to your hats, but this is a Jasper and Alice story. Edward is there, and Bella does make an appearance, but they are not the focus. Jasper is a young father raising his son, and dealing with the loss of his wife, Eve. He has friends, Edward, Emmett and Heidi, who are there for him and his son, CJ. This story is so amazing, and intense with emotion. Jasper is trying to move on from the death of his wife, by burying his pain into running a nightclub called La Boum with Edward, and a vintage car garage with Paul. His son is his whole life now, but he is barely keeping his head above water.
Alice shows up, seemingly out of the blue, wanted to get to know Jasper, because she lost touch with his wife, a childhood friend. The friendship he develops with her starts to raise questions about who his wife really was. See, Alice didn’t know his wife as Eve, she knew her as Maria. Then there’s how Eve died. She was murdered in their home, while CJ was sleeping in the other room. I know, dark themes here with a great mystery, but honestly so worth it. Amazing writing and character development here. The story does end with some closure, but I did shed some tears though, while reading this.
If you are wondering about where Edward and Bella fit in this story, Edward moves in with Jasper to help care for CJ. He is quite funny and crazy adorable, because of his relationship with Jasper’s son. Jasper leans on him emotionally a lot in this story. Bella is definitely a secondary character, in that she shows up to a play group/birthday party for one of CJ’s classmates, with her niece. She captures Edward’s attention immediately. The sequel to this wonderful story is Beautiful Enemy, told from Edward’s point of view that starts right where Beautiful Nightmare ends. He’s got his own set of problems with Bella, let me tell you.
You will find both stories on the authors’ website, The Beautiful Series. I implore you to check it out. You won’t regret it, I promise.
This next story was different for me, for a few reasons. One, the locale, Long Island, NY. I was concerned that I wouldn’t relate to the characters or setting, because I am not familiar with that part of the country, and was worried it was going to be a little too “Jersey Shore” for me. LOL.
In Too Deep by EdwardsBloodType.
Secondly, this Edward has an affair with his father’s mistress. It’s who she is that set me a little on edge. I am not going to give that bit of information away in this review, but you do find out who she is, in the first few chapters. The story starts there actually. I will say that when Edward meets Bella and starts a serious romantic relationship with her, he realizes later that he needs to hide his previous affair from Bella, because they are related, though he doesn’t know this connection when he is introduced to her. I’ll just leave it at that. The author does an amazing job of setting the tone of the story. I loved reading Edward’s thoughts and feelings about his father and how he deals with his reaction to Edward being with his mistress. Not great at all. I also enjoyed reading about life on Long Island in the summer. The partying and drinking all night on the beach. Fun in the sun and water. Edward in a wet suit surfing. Mmmm. It was like taking a mini vacation.
I picked this particular scene, because it’s one of their first sexual encounters and it’s outside. I love the idea of sex outside, because it increases the probability of being caught. *giggle*
We’d waited at the dock a half hour for the water taxi to come, the last one of the night, and when we got on, Bella realized she’d left her purse in the bathroom back at the bar. She wanted to run back on her own, but there was no way I was going to let her go back into that bar by herself. The taxi driver had refused to wait, so we’re relegated to walking back. It’s only been five minutes into the trek, but it feels like an hour. I’m dragging my ass.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” she says holding my hand as she walks backward down the walkway lines on both sides with beige reed grass. Somehow, I’ve ended up holding her purse and I don’t even care. Bella is a happy drunk, albeit a horny one. I enjoy her like this, even if I can’t muster up the energy to match her enthusiasm.
With an eyebrow quirked, I reply, “Oh, yeah, how you plan to do that, huh?” There’s nothing to make up for, yet I’m willing to hear her out.
Her grin grows from flirtatious to downright wicked. She runs her hands up my chest slowly, popping up on her tip toes to wrap her arms around my neck. I feel fingernails scratching at the nape of my neck and in my hair, sending chills down my spine. I shiver and let out an embarrassing little moan. Her touch makes me bow my head toward hers and I feel like I should purr or something. My fingers loop into the waistband of Bella’s low cut jeans skimming soft skin just above her ass. I pull her to me, flush against my hips as her lips meet mine. We’re in the middle of the walkway, but few people pass this time of night. I allow my hands to travel up her sides and then back down again, daring to do the same thing underneath her tank top. Her tongue flicks out toward mine. I feel the kiss everywhere.
When she pulls away, I don’t want to let her go. “I have to pee,” she whispers. I roll my eyes, nodding. It’s something I’ll have to get used to. I’ve learned from her friends that she’s always been this way. They’ve even nicknamed her Isabladder, which I think is hilarious.
We walk along looking for a suitable place for her to go, but there’s only tall, dry reeds that resemble corn. When a house comes into view, she scampers off behind a break in the reeds, where she squats near a shed. I follow her because I figure I should take the opportunity to go now as well. I pick a spot far enough away from her that I give her privacy, but I can still hear her clearly. You never know what lies in these dark spaces. I’m just finishing when I feel Bella approach from behind. Before I can get the zipper up, I turn to see her hooded eyes flitter to my crotch. She licks her lips, stepping closer to me. I have to take a deep breath just for her proximity.
Her fingers reach up, tentatively at first. I sag against the siding, not sure if I should stop her. I mean, honestly? I want her to do really bad shit to me. The kind of really depraved shit that we’d never speak of again. I just don’t want her to feel as though she’s obligated or that if she doesn’t, I won’t like her or want to hang with her anymore. We’re at this weird place right now where there’s a fine line and I don’t want to cross it or do anything to ruin the nice thing we’ve got going here. But God help me, I want a blow job.
“Shit, Bella.” I shudder as her fingers skim the waist band of my underwear and then gradually dip lower, brushing the head of my dick. I shut my eyes. When the warmth of her palm surrounds the shaft and I feel her thumb slide over the head, my breath catches, and I release it in a long hiss.
Though it’s dark where we are by the shed, there’s a street lamp not far from us, bathing the walkway in a yellow haze. Her eyes are intense and she repeatedly licks her lips as her hand begins to pump up and down. We’re shielded from view of the street yet I like the idea that we’re so exposed. Somehow, it makes it feel illicit. Then again, maybe that’s because it kind of is.
My eyes are still closed when I feel her free hand snake under my tee shirt, nails scraping against sunburned skin. I’m surprised at how much I like the subtle pain. She rubs her thumb over my nipple and then the other. I want her tongue on them. I want my tongue on her. If we were in a bed, I would tell her what I like, what I want her to do. I’d ask her to do the same for me when I reciprocate.
The intensity of her hand movement grows, along with my impending orgasm. I reach out, tangling my fingers through her hair as I cup the back of her head, pulling her face to mine, closing the space between our mouths. She cranes her neck when I move my lips over her jaw and suck on her ear, scraping her lobe with my teeth. The little diamonds she wears make a clicking sound. When she whimpers, I fuck her mouth with my tongue, wishing it was me inside of her. I come hard, muttering, “Fucking God dammit,” while almost collapsing in on myself with the sensation.
Bella and I both stare down at her hand, still wrapped around my cock. Creamy white lines drip down her closed fist. I can’t help that seeing myself all over her turns me on. She looks at me wide eyed muttering, “Shit.”
I remain motionless while she crouches, rooting through her tiny purse with her clean hand, eventually producing a wad of smooshed up paper towels. Obviously, Bella and her minuscule bladder are always prepared. Bella wipes her hand clean and then wipes me down as well. Most of it already absorbed by my underwear, and surprisingly, I don’t really give a shit that she is seeing me and quite frankly, feeling me as I am softening up.
When she’s finished, I whisper, “Come here,” tugging at the waist of her jeans. We kiss again, long and deep, pulling away with mutual sighs. “Thank you.” I smirk against her mouth. I’m completely drained yet high, like I’m floating. It’s a wonder how I can even move at this point.
My arm is around her waist the rest of the walk home. At some points, I let my fingers travel underneath her shirt, just over her hip, skimming her ribs…nothing inappropriate. We talk in whispers, mostly because it’s late and we’re passing houses that are quiet for the night. I take her home because it’s polite, but I really want to bring her back to my house to lie with her. Wake up with her. Be with her.
There is also this incredibly intense love scene, when they decide to spend the night at his family’s beach house to ride out a really intense thunderstorm, instead of heading to safety on the main land. If you love High Anxiety, one of EdwardsBloodType’s other well-known stories, you will not be disappointed with this one either.
OK, hit me with some recs. that pushed the boundaries for you.
Show me some love too. I missed this place!! Thanks Gina and Annie for sharing your recs. for everyone, in my absence.