Right Where I Want to Be Epilogue

Anytime I see you standing there

I go down upon my knees

I'm changing, I swore I'd never compromise

But you convinced me otherwise

I'll do anything you please

In all my life I've never found

What I couldn't resist, what I couldn't turn down

I could walk away from anyone I ever knew

But I can't walk away from you

I worked too hard to call my life my own

I made myself a world

And it’s worked so perfectly

But it's your world now, I can't refuse

I’ve never had so much to lose

I'm shameless

~Garth Brooks, Shameless

Three Months Later

EPOV

Alice looks stunning in her wedding dress, as I knew she would. She’s spent every minute for the past several months worrying over how it would fit. She’s had a little help from Rose and Bella with a dance/exercise plan, and it’s paid off for her. In spades. I’ve been so proud of how hard the ladies have worked to make their dance studio so successful, and it truly has been.

I like Jasper, enough to let him marry my sister. Not that I believe he would have cared if I’d told him to get lost; he’s completely in love with her. It suits them both, marriage. Settling down, a white picket fence and a dog, 2.3 kids. Well, maybe they’ll have their children in whole numbers. At any rate, they're happy. Which in turn makes me happy. I wasn't sure I’d ever feel that way again.

A long string of girlfriends that merely served a purpose didn't help my feelings of insecurity. They all enjoyed spending my money on themselves, and more than one tried threatening to expose my more… interesting sexual preferences if I didn't buy them something horrendously expensive. That never ended well for them; I don't succumb to blackmail. The need to protect Bella, to defend her, to guard her, perplexed me. She didn't want my money and constantly gave it back to me. I didn't see any way that she could want me for me. I felt suffocated when things started getting too domestic, when Bella gave me looks of adoration, and when true feelings began to stir inside me.

But that’s all in the past. I’ve spent three months attending regular meetings with my psychologist where I tell the truth, instead of prevaricating. Sometimes Bella joins me. I opened up all of my old wounds, removing the scar tissue, allowing me to heal completely.

I am not Edward Cullen, Sr., and I am not Elizabeth Cullen, either. I am my own self, and with Bella, I like the person I’m becoming.

The part of me that prefers being a recluse is having a hard time with this large reception. I can handle a party of seven, if it’s Bella, Rose and Emmett, Alice and Jasper, and Uncle Carlisle and Aunt Esme. Anything more than that and I begin to itch. I can't seem to shake the heavy feeling from between my shoulders, so I seek Bella’s face in the crowd. I find her with Esme and some ladies Esme’s age that I don't really recognize. When Bella’s eyes meet mine, she gives me a look that practically begs me to rescue her.

I grin and head over, weaving through bodies congregated in small groups. When I reach her side, she holds her hand out to me, so I take it and stand at her side. I smile at Esme, who’s doing the talking, and then turn into Bella. I look out over Bella’s head at the throng, spotting Jasper and Alice dancing and gazing at each other. It was my honor to walk her down the aisle, and I didn't even try to hide the tears that formed as we made the slow march. Rose and Emmett are at the bar, and I chuckle as Em accepts a giant pink drink with an umbrella. Rose threatened to kill me and bury me where no one would ever find my body if I ever hurt her best friend again. That memory only brings on another laugh.

Bella tilts her head to look at me and smiles.

“How long do we have to mingle?” I whisper in her ear. She shivers, and I nuzzle my nose against her hair.

“Esme, will you excuse us?” Bella murmurs, and at Esme’s nod she heads off toward the lobby of the hotel while I trail along behind her.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“This way,” she replies, and I realize—I would follow her anywhere.

“What's at the end of the hallway?”

“A supply closet.”

A what now? “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“I have a secret fantasy to play dirty janitor,” she teases.

“Do tell,” I growl in her ear.

“Well, I have been watching you looking all hot in your tuxedo for hours now,” she starts. “And every woman in that ballroom has been eyeing you, wishing you were theirs.”

“Pshh,” I brush off her comment. I haven't noticed anyone staring at me.

“I can't take it anymore,” she admits, yanking open a windowless door at the end of the deserted hall and shoving me inside.

I laugh at her antics, watching her stalk toward me in her pretty red dress. There aren't any sleeves, and whatever’s going on up top makes her boobs look outstanding. She pushes against my chest, so I back up until I hit the supply shelf.

I have to stop her when her hands go immediately to my pants and pull my dick out. “Whoa, Bella, slow down.”

She smirks. “We can't slow down, we’re in a supply closet in a hotel filled with people!”

I can't argue with that. She strokes my length with gusto, and I thread my hands through her soft hair and just feel.

“There’s a desk chair over there in the corner,” she murmurs.

I try to see straight through the haze of lust. “O-okay.”

She lets go of me long enough to move to the chair and pull it around until it's next to me. She pushes on my shoulders until I plop down in it, mesmerized by her. She lifts her dress and straddles me, her skirt fanning out around us.

“Fuck me,” I hiss as she sinks down over me, realizing she’s not wearing any panties. There’s nothing in this world that calms me and centers me as much as Bella; I can completely lose myself in her.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing, Edward,” she purrs in my ear before biting it.

Gripping her hips, I push up into her and pull her down at the same time. There’s the sound of her skin on mine as she slams down on my lap, her harsh cries around her bit lip, my heavy breathing, and the squeak of the chair. Her hands roam up my chest to my hair, and she pulls on the longer strands at the top. A dark pink flush covers her cheeks and chest, her dark eyes are full of love, and I've never seen her look more beautiful.

“Edward, please, touch me,” she moans quietly.

I can't even find where we're joined for all the layers of her skirt. I do consider myself intrepid, however, so I keep pushing and pulling at fabric until I have my hands on her pussy. My fingers glide around in her wetness until I focus on her clit, fulfilling her need. Her cries feel loud in the small room, and it only takes a few minutes for the two of us to reach a frenzy as we climax seconds apart.

With her head resting on my shoulder and my hands running down her hair, I have an irresistible urge to hold onto her forever. “Would you like to do this someday? The vows and the dress and the people?”

She slowly lifts her head and looks me in the eye. “Edward Cullen, did you just use the vaguest terms possible to ask me to marry you, in a janitor's closet at your sister's wedding, with your cock still inside me—sans ring?”

Now I feel sheepish. “I guess I did, yeah.”

Bella laughs, letting me off the hook, and a lovely smile graces her face. “Then yes, absolutely. Someday.”