Author's Note: This story idea hit me one day as I was driving down the road listening to a song called "She Won't Be Lonely Long" by Clay Walker. Now only the inspiration for the basis of the story came from that song but the rest of this is coming along as I go. You'll have to bear with me as we go along because I am not sure how long it will be between updates, but they will come.
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Chapter 1: Meeting Bella Swan
I felt like a fucking creeper, as I sat there in a dark corner booth of The New Moon, a bar and grill in the heart of downtown Lincoln, NE. This place was my sanctuary. It was where I came frequently when I'd had another bad day and needed to drown my problems, and boy did I have problems. Tonight, though, the problem was that I'd been trying to stop myself from staring at an incredibly beautiful woman in the opposite corner of the bar.
I knew that it wasn't polite to stare and I'm nothing if not polite, but there was something about her presence that was seriously captivating me. I'd never seen her in here before and I knew most of the regulars. She was wearing a red, strapless dress that was just a bit too tight in all the right places, and her wavy, chocolate brown locks were draped over her bare shoulders. Her skin had a milky, creamy complexion and she was just stunning. There was something sad about her big brown eyes though, and I felt a pang of empathy for her. I'd noticed that she'd been downing shots of tequila all night long. Sitting by herself, she'd turned down the advances from other men but would look up in my direction every once in awhile and I'd avert my eyes quickly. I could tell she was trying to forget someone; no woman drank that much without an agenda.
I downed my third glass of Jack, trying to psych myself up to approach her. Man up, fucker, I thought then took a deep breath and headed straight over to her booth. "Hello, miss. What's a pretty lady such as yourself doing sitting here all alone?"
"Drowning my fucking sorrows, what's it look like?" she answered crudely, a low blow to my hopes of succeeding in keeping her company.
"Well, that just won't do, will it? Such a beautiful woman shouldn't have sorrows to drown. Would you like some company?" I asked anyway, still hoping for a change of heart.
"I don't know. Why would you want to keep me company?" she asked, her voice immediately going soft and I could tell she was holding back tears.
"Why wouldn't I, miss?" I wondered, shocked that this beautiful woman thought so little of herself.
"He didn't care enough to, so I figured no one else would." She sighed.
Oh, I get it—ex-boyfriend issues. "Please forgive my terrible manners, my name's Jasper, by the way. Jasper Whitlock," I said, extending my hand to her.
She took my hand in hers to shake it and I kissed the back of it. "Isabella Swan. Erm, please just call me Bella, though."
"Well, it's nice to meet you Bella." I told her as I boldly took a seat next to her in the booth. "Would you like to talk about your problems?"
"Nope, I'd rather forget about them." She looked down at her shot glass and her forehead crinkled up in disappointment. "I need another shot."
"Allow me," I offered, and walked over to the bar. I ordered her a shot of tequila and me another glass of Jack and Coke.
I returned to the booth and we sat there shooting the breeze for awhile. I learned that she was twenty-one, had lived in Washington State for most of her life and had just transferred the University of Nebraska at the beginning of the year. I told her about how I'd grown up in Lincoln, was twenty-three, and had just graduated from the University myself.
She warmed up to me pretty easily and was now being extremely flirtatious. I was really kind of glad to have the company because I didn't have many friends these days. Being the man I am, there was only one woman I'd ever been serious about. Recently, there had been a few women who'd flitted in and out of my life at random times but none of them had tempted me into a long-term relationship. I was definitely not ready for that shit again.
I was flirting back with Bella as we added several more shots to the already-consumed alcohol. I was beginning to feel buzzed and extremely attracted to this girl—a dangerous combination. I knew I needed to go home, but I didn't want to leave her.
"Hey darlin', wanna take this party back to my place?" I whispered in her ear.
"Yes, desperately," she purred in my ear, then licked it so seductively that it sent reverberations through my entire body.
I grabbed her hand and we stumbled to the door. "I only live a couple blocks around the corner."
We stopped at the red light before crossing the street, and Bella reached her arms up around my neck and kissed me passionately on the lips. I found myself drawn to her and continued the kiss even though the light had turned green. She now had her hands fisted in my hair and I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist. We spent maybe another sixty seconds enthralled in that kiss before someone behind us shouted, "Get a freakin' room, pervs!"
I pulled out of the kiss and whispered, "My apartment's right over there; let's go!"
We practically ran to the building and Bella attacked me as soon as we hit the elevator. I hit the button to the twenty-fourth floor and up we went. She had her hands roaming all over my body as she explored my neck with her mouth. She was almost slobbering drunk now and I was beginning to wonder if she really knew what she was doing. Fuck Jasper, don't cock block yourself, I was thinking as I thoroughly enjoyed the assault on my body. I was a gentleman first and foremost, but the caveman in me was trying to beat his way out of the cage he was imprisoned in. The elevator dinged and we headed toward my door. I grabbed my keys and unlocked it, opening it for Bella to enter.
She walked into the apartment and I flipped on the light. I scanned the room, noticing that it wasn't too dirty, thank God. I'm not a slob but I'm definitely not Mr. Fucking Clean. "Can I get you anything Bella?" I asked hospitably.
"Do you have any tequila?" she asked, looking around the apartment, her words slightly slurred. I'd say that whoever it was she was trying to forget, she'd finally succeeded. She definitely wasn't that sad, troubled girl I'd first met anymore. Now she was bold and forward, not afraid to go after what she wanted, and what she wanted in that moment, was me.
"I'm sorry Bella, I don't think I have any tequila. Would you like a soda?" I suggested, more than positive that she'd had more drinks than she'd intended to have. I knew I'd ended up drinking more than I meant to, but, fuck, she'd had me so nervous. I hadn't been nervous around a girl in a long time so this one must've be special. No, not special, dickface. We don't think girls are special anymore, remember? Not after last time.
"No, I'm good, thanks. I would like for you to sit here next to me, though." She patted the seat next to her on the couch and winked at me.
Again, being the gentleman I was, I obliged and sat down next to her. She immediately wrapped her arms around me and crushed her lips to mine again. She was eagerly unbuttoning my shirt and I let out an uncontrollable moan. Mini Jasper, or MJ, as I liked to refer to him, was now completely at attention and begging me to let him have some fun tonight. She giggled at my moan and purred in my ear, "Do you like me Jasperrrr?"
Uhm, duh, who wouldn't? "Yes, Bella. You are beautiful darlin'. I like you very much," I groaned.
She was sucking on my earlobe and that shit drove me crazy. She whispered again. "Do you like kissing me?" Hell to the fuck yes.
"Very much, sugar." My hands were now wrapped around her waist and she was straddling me on the couch and grinding her core all up on MJ. This is about to get interesting.
"I like you too, Jasperrrr," she purred and began sucking on my jaw line. She trailed her way down my jaw and I moaned again.
"Bella, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I don't want you to do something you'll regret later," I asked. Please be sure you want to do this.
"Oh, I' m suuuure, baby." Her words were still slurred but, still, she'd said she was sure. I let loose and began to kiss her back passionately. I licked her bottom lip, letting her know I wanted in and she opened her mouth. Our tongues began to dance with each other and she moaned into my mouth. Oh, shit.
"God, Bella, you taste so good," I breathed as I lowered my mouth to her neck. I continued licking and sucking as I grabbed a handful of her majestic ass in both hands and squeezed.
Her hands moved to my chest and her fingernails grazed over the bare skin that had been revealed after she'd finished unbuttoning my shirt. "That tickles." I chuckled as goose bumps popped up all over my skin.
"Uh, Jasper, that feels good. Don't stop, please, don't stop," she begged as she started to unzip the zipper on the side of her dress.
"What do you want me to do to you, Bella? Tell me what you want," I instructed , as I watched her continue to peel herself out of her dress. Damn, this girl is going to kill me with lust-induced thoughts.
"I want to you to suck on my breasts," she answered as she threw the dress on the floor and her boobs were bouncing in my face. I grabbed her supple flesh in both of my hands and continued to knead them with my fingers while I started sucking on the right one. Her nipple was hard in a matter of seconds and my tongue swirled around it, flicking it lightly. I moved to the left breast and licked my way around it.
"Take me to your bedroom, Jasperrr," she demanded. I stood up, letting my shirt fall off my body and led her to my room. Standing up made me feel the effects of the alcohol rush through my system, and I felt drunker now than I had all night. I wonder if it's affecting her the same way? I hope not.
I laid her down on the bed and began to kiss my way down her body. She was barely able to move anymore, so I assumed the alcohol was hitting her harder, too. Her eyes were glazed over but the caveman had successfully busted out of his cage and won the war. There was no stopping him now. There was a sensationally beautiful, naked woman in my bed and MJ was going nuts. I was breathing in her scent and she smelled like vanilla sugar mixed with tequila, which oddly enough worked for her. I tried to commit that scent to memory as I licked and sucked at every inch of skin that I could get my tongue across, savoring the taste of it. She tasted fucking amazing and was moaning so sexily that I never wanted this to stop. Wait, what? Ah, hell no, Jasper, no fucking long-term thoughts. Stay in this moment; it's safer. Don't let this girl get to you.
"Uuungf," Bella moaned, "Don't stop, Jasperrrr. You're making me feel things he neverrr could." Huh? He who? I'm confused. What's she talking about?
"Things who couldn't make you feel, Bella?" I asked, hoping for clarity. Pay attention drunk-ass.
"Edward, my boyfriend," she mumbled, barely coherent. She was so drunk that I truly doubted she knew what she was saying. Damn it. That clobbered the caveman in the head and he'd now been officially caged back up.
"Wait, what?" I shouted, instantly shooting up from the bed. "You still have a boyfriend?" Fuck NO! I'm not that kind of guy. I thought she referred to him in the past tense earlier. Didn't she? God, I'm too drunk for this.
Bella's eyes were now closed and she wasn't moving. Great, she's passed out on my bed; now what?
I got up off the bed and stumbled over to my dresser, grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants from the drawer and headed back over to Bella. I dressed her in my clothes, positioned her at the top of the bed, and pulled the covers up over her. I was still so confused but I knew better than to fuck with some other guy's girlfriend. No man deserves to have his girlfriend taken away from him. I should know. Don't go there again. You'll just open that can of worms and it won't be pretty. Warning: Danger! Danger!
I stopped those memories from entering my head and decided that what I really needed was a cold shower. I was so worked up between the alcohol, the grope-fest, and the confusion of what had just happened that I needed to calm the fuck down. I started the shower on cold but quickly turned it to hot once MJ was under control again. I let the hot water work its magic on my tense muscles and slowly I began to relax. The water was doing wonders at sobering me up and I was getting tired.
After I got dressed, I grabbed the extra pillow and blanket from the hallway closet and headed to my final resting place for the night, the living room couch. Oh, joy.